Hook:
We can move with class, or we can go the thuggish route
Before you run your mouth, just stop and see what I’m about
To remove your doubts, you’ll feel the truth I’m bringing out
And, quit pouting like you’re stuck with pain from a gout

Verse One (C-Red):
They open their views on females with Fallopian tubes
But I never give ‘em anything they hope to extrude
Open this food for thought and get a dose of this crude
And I'll be gassin’ anybody who's insultin’ the crew
True...they expect me to rap of flowers and men
But power's in pens, reflecting through nostalgia and sin
The talented win...on occasion
Cuz if you ask who runs the stations it's the unamazing
A hunned cases when they tell me I'm they favorite femcee
I'm slavin’ plenty over mics and any pages empty
In my pad and if I add I gotta make it, simply
‘Cause God gave me a gift, and so I thank Him with the praises we lift
So I hope I get you maybe to shift and see this southern belle does it well
See I'm the ish but it doesn't smell
I got some homies in the grave and some cousins jailed
Making music because I love it although it doesn't sell
I wish that I could rock a mic for a living
Since I'm a chick who really spits I see ‘em hyped that I'm different
Instead I'm studyin’ at night and folks dislike that decision
But I wanna have the knowledge for the heights I envision
So you can...hate it or love it, homie bump it or dump it
Spittin’ harder than these dudes while rockin’ pumps or a sundress
‘Cause the way that you perceive me, believe me, and even half of me
Salute the kings and queens, and just address me as your majesty

Hook (2x):
We can move with class, or we can go the thuggish route
Before you run your mouth, just stop and see what I’m about
To remove your doubts, you’ll feel the truth I’m bringing out
And, quit pouting like you’re stuck with pain from a gout

Verse Two (Dermo):
Fiery eyes are piercing through these cynics’ twisted methods
Ripping through the problem’s root that’s spawning a disconnection
Slimy prejudice erupts from their wretched ignorance
But, a stone face will have their nerves shivering
Wise to the facts; I understand it takes knowledge to build
Form an army, but your squadron ain’t real
Regardless of skill, niggaz feel that your worth comes from the gutter
Killing your blood like antifreeze injections and laced blunts from your brother
Combating stereotypes that get you shunned like no other
A nut equipped with education, fuckers (are) running for cover
Stunned, so they wonder if I’m pissed enough to shove guns in their mothers
No love taps; now, they’re struck by the thunder
Heard enough from my younger years when shots are thrown with hostile tones
They say, “The only way that positivity reigns is through gospel songs
Picket signs and the hand holding”
Like bad poker games and figure four, your plan’s folding
Even though it takes a brick-wall mission to warn you
Unfair verdicts can turn the biggest saint into Christopher Dorner
Easily influenced; can’t hide the spot from your side
As common sense escapes from your soul, body, and mind
So, I’ll avoid the yogurt-brained moves y’all (are) prone to
And, remind y’all fools ‘bout some of the shit I won’t do
I don’t use, misuse, abuse, or push narcotic poison
Or, support dozens of pigs from the 30 bringing the boys in
With dirty antics, or knock down elderly women
Or, start unfinished wars with clumsy rebellion descending
Or, believe there’s not a single cure for STD’s
Or, even ride with babies toting M-16’s
Or, enter expiration dates on infinite love
Or, treat marriage like competitions with incompetent scrubs
Or, keep a sour mood once information’s devoured
I’m Helping Innovative Presence Haunt Oppressive Powers (HIP HOP)
Therefore, save the drama and don’t try me like Stymie
When using faulty perceptions to define me
Therefore, save the drama and don’t try me like Stymie
When using faulty perceptions to define me