I feel like how a girl gon owe you sex?
I feel like y’all dudes need to show respect
be rappin bout us women like we are objects
and I can’t believe y’all ain’t grown out that yet

and y’all put on for a city that you don’t own
they’re snatchin rights out from under you while you stay home
playin your video games
watching BET
and imitatin them thangs
I just be – e – me
and on the real I’m lookin for a K.I.N.G.
so if you know that you ain’t that you shouldn’t step to me
I’m on a high-er plane now I’m flyin so free
and I don’t need octane–that is plain to see

cuz I roll on dream dust
my engine take Star Oil
got these voices in my head
and they make my blood boil
so I’ll always be hot
always rise above the toil
shine like aluminum foil–your plans get foiled
that was a homynym
I be bumpin Com and n’em
and by and them I mean Mos Def and Talib Kweli and the rest who don’t
disrespect women when they’re recitin their lyrics
we all know the little children is listenin and they hear it
so why we keepin it up? could it be that we’re stuck?…
that we’re lacking creativity,
or just don’t give a fu**?
yo either way I’m so sick of it, it’s all so monotonous
was there ever evolution? where has it gotten us?

I’ve gotten this off of my chest, I guess I’m gone
right or wrong, here’s a song my sisters can PUT ON!