When I was 17, I thought I’d rule the world
But now the only thing I’d like to do is move the world
And prove that girls can do it just as good or even better
So I’m gon make my mark in this rap game and leave it better
And weave these letters into masterpieces, Breathing relics
That tell my story so completely…a piece of me will haunt you til u flaunt my legacy to every being you cherish
Cuz I’m not a ghost writer, I’m bones, blood, and flesh
Now let me clear my throat, so I can get this off my chest. Development arrested with no speech to leak to press
Just been suffering in silence since I was conceived i guess. So now I just spit, drool and let saliva drip onto the mic until my microcosmic life exists. Inside your psyche where hyperbole and hype forgets the difference between a poser and poetic licenses. Can u see me now? Or are u blinded by the light again?

Hook: see I’m a lil different. They might understand me dammit if they just listen. Don’t need no Grammy hand me Zulu beads and my fan’s attention. And we can change the world, wait-did I forget to mention? That I’m a rebel, rebel, rebel. Yeah I’m a rebel, rebel, rebel. I’m a rebel, rebel, rebel…rebel

When I was 21, youngin I was cold as ice. My future was a gamble, so I shook and rolled the dice. I never been lucky, so I had to develop a tough skin. Them hard knocks and them rough patches, enough to make u give up to them

But….I knew something was in store for me, u might call it intuition, foresight, or even sorcery. Cuz I’ll bewitch you with a 16 of my choice, then have you shape shifting at the first hint of my voice. I’m the black magic woman. I’ll Cast a spell on the track, abracadabra, Watch me drag you to heaven and back
Save your soul with my sonnets, call me the reverend of rap. But if u double cross me, tough guy, trust your Teflon will crack. Now people think I won’t but I will. No need to elaborate. But I CAN tell u better than show u, lyrically navigate you thru the patterns and shapes of my mind, so yall can say you knew me. Before the passion passes right thru me. Give me roses

Hook: see I’m a lil different. They might understand me dammit if they just listen. Don’t need no Grammy hand me Zulu beads and my fan’s attention. And we can change the world, wait-did I forget to mention? That I’m a rebel, rebel, rebel. Yeah I’m a rebel, rebel, rebel. I’m a rebel, rebel, rebel…rebel

When I was 26, I thought I had the master plan. Rhyme a little, grind a little, and then I’d master man. But no one told me swollen egos came with price tags, and even superheroes keep a clothes change in their night bag. So I learned the golden rule with a pen and pad in my pocket. Built the city on rock and roll and then stole the keys to unlock it. I wasn’t made for the underground, I’m too refined for that stock. Now I’mma take the block to my flight school, yall can hop a ride in my cockpit. Wet a mc, freeze a mc, break him into pieces. Then sprinkle fairy dust on the prairie. Agrarian season. Laura Ingalls wilding on the beat. My thought process is Immaculate conception like Joseph, Mary and Jesus. Shit I was supposed be humble. You know how hard it is to be modest when u the one though? Toughest thing I ever did was play human on earth. Man eff it I’m the rap god, time to take yall to church!

Hook: see I’m a lil different. They might understand me dammit if they just listen. Don’t need no Grammy hand me Zulu beads and my fan’s attention. And we can change the world, wait-did I forget to mention? That I’m a rebel, rebel, rebel. Yeah I’m a rebel, rebel, rebel. I’m a rebel, rebel, rebel…rebel