[Verse 1: Sharaya J]
Uh
Check, uh, I'm super banjee, let my cape swang
It's a dog-eat-dog world, I'm a great dane
My glow stays, never fades like a fake chain
I'm a' expert, I ain't gotta explain
Rise to the top, no way I'ma stop
All I gotta do is get my hands on the guap
Never turnin' back like the hands on the clock
Word on the street, Trump banned from the block
Now look it, they ain't wanna gimme what was mine, so I took it
Now it's time for y'all to get it straight, 'cause it's crooked
When I tried to say it to they face, they was shooken
Now I'm overbooked and you can't over look it
My flow so trippy, you know I'm with the drilly
And cool like Left, and T-Boz, and Chilli
I know their picks are Tupac and Biggie
I'm so far ahead, I'm two-thousand-fitty
Uh

[Verse 2: CHIKA]
Fee, fi, fo and to the fum
Beatin' on my chest like a muted bass drum
All my haters, they bums, tell them boys to say sum
Play my songs and all they girls give me parum-pa-pum-pum, yeah
'Cause I'm a soldier, though I already told ya
Negative door closer, championship holder
How could I get closer? All a part of the plan
I'm in my position from videos on the 'gram
Don't trip on the weaker man, get your bars up
Guaranteed to make a player fold whenever cards up
Spit a sixteen equivalent to call them broads up
Personally I just want your girl to pick her draws up
Damn, I'm lockin' jaws up, bingo, put your paws up
Give me six months, I promise I'll be hittin' Nas up
Prayed for opportunity, so now I gotta boss up
I could say a lot, unfortunately, though, my time's up
[Verse 3: Neelam Hakeem]
Yeah, they threw me
In a cypher, told me to freestyle
Man, I charge for my flow, but here is a free trial
Revolution isn't new to me, the key word is unity
Not beggin' oppressors to please stop the scrutiny
This isn't the hour for any cowards
While children in flint get poisoned by dirty showers
They put is in poverty, 'cause they that sour
But when the lights go out, we turn on Black power
There's no shade that could steal my shine
My hair's covered, 'cause there's layers to read my mind
I thought I told you I'm not a star, puttin' fear in they heart
Scream "Allahu Akbar," throw a spear through they heart
These rappers are jokes on pop charts
Your album title should be 'knock knock, who's there?'
It's Neelam, the new don, I say so, I crush hoes like Thanos
I'm Scar and Mufasa, long live the king
You think you bad? Well, I'm breakin' bad, now say my name

[Verse 4: Bri Stevens]
Bri be goin' ballistic, I'm young, black, and I'm gifted
If we gettin' specific, I'm MJ to your Pippen
Hit a mic tho, hit a 'hee hee' high note
What do I know, it was written like the bible
Hate on competition, got a million flows in my composition
My position, I'll be Bobby Brown to your New Edition
Two thumbs two up in the club singing "booed up"
My ex, he stuck, and all the chairs gettin' screwed up
[?] run fast, treadle up
If I ever call twice, thought about the flow
Ain't nobody like me, Jungle Fever, Spike Lee
Realest in it, might be, Bri Steves
They be sayin' got smiles of hope in the Chi [?]
Blessings rain down and I pull up with no roof
When the pressure on, what you will or you won't do?
Yeah, we heard you name names, if you didn't we need proof
I'm out
[Verse 5: Erykah Badu]
Uh, I'm in the hood, wish a n***a would
Saw your n***a in the club, n***a lookin' good
Boss and a worker, keep a tight circle
Last name Bardu, first name Er'ka
You can call me Erykah, Black Misses America
N***as try to stare at her, but I ain't breakin' character
A-P-P-L-E-S, potpourri smelliest
E-R, uh, I am tomorrow, Badu is never fresh
Pick your phone up, call Tyrone up
Tell him t-minus 10, I'm blowin' the zone up
I'm hot like pussy in the sun's corona
Mama's done spattin' children out, they grown up
Floatin' on lily pads, hum-di-li-lilee-lad
Bitches could get it, but I ain't studyin' they silly ass
Walkin' around, runnin' your town
BET Cypher's goin' down, haha