Screams from the haters got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music
Theme
Confidence & swagger
The flex is performed, not explained. Lyrics are 402 of 450 lines; interviews are 48, from 116 artists. Megan Thee Stallion has 19, ahead of Nicki Minaj (13), A Tribe Called Quest (12), and The Notorious B.I.G. (12). On "NDA" she drops the modest pose: "Sick of bein' humble." A Tribe Called Quest's "Buggin' Out" (1991), Big Daddy Kane's "Ain't No Half Steppin'" (1988), and Queen Latifah's "Ladies First" (1989) sit in the early dated cluster. Of 406 lines with a year, 42 fall in the 1980s and 143 in the 2010s. Cardi B's "I Do" (2018) has four lines, and The Game's "The City" has three. Biggie's share includes "One More Chance" and "Hypnotize."
Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots (Oh)
Don't call it a comeback, I been here for years
I'm rocking my peers, putting suckas in fear
Making the tears rain down like a monsoon
Listen to the bass go boom
I'm Jay-Z on a bad day, Shakespeare on my worst days
Swear I should be locked up for stupid
that I did
But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph (Uh-huh! Yeah!)
Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire (Woo!)
Everything I'm not made me everything I am
'Cause I'm Black and I'm proud, I'm ready, I'm hyped, plus, I'm amped
Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps
But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts, 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got 'em
You're mad 'cause my style you're admiring
Don't be mad, UPS is hiring (Woo!)
"Who you callin' a bitch?"
Last name Ever, first name Greatest
Facts on tracks I recite well
Everybody wanna be like Mike, but Mike wanna be like L
I'm top 5, dead or alive, and that's just off one LP
Call it a curse
Or just call me blessed
If you can't handle my worst
You ain't gettin' my best
I make you famous, turn around, then make you nameless
I scored 1.1 on my S.A.T.
And still push a whip with a right and left A.C
The grace as I ease across the stage
Bars around the audience, sort of like a cage
They laugh, 'cause they assume I'm in prison
But in reality, they're locked in
Black entrepreneur, nobody did us no favors
Nobody gave us shit, we made us
Some say I lucked up; I call it perfect timin' (Chyeah)
All these rappers got humungous choppers
But I swear they got some baby nuts boy
I would hate me too if I had the same MySpace views as you
I be killin' them shit in rap events
Big L is that nigga you expect
To catch wreck on any cassette deck
I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet
The devil doesn't wear Prada, I'm clearly in a fuckin' white tee
My mind's my nine, my pen's my MAC-10
Ones that hate us, handcuff us and mace us
Call us dumb niggas 'cause our culture is contagious
Third-generation South Central gangbangers
That lived long enough to see it changin'
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more rhymes than the Winans got family
Face card pretty, you know God don't like ugly
Ain't no party like a West Coast party
'Cause a West Coast party don't stop
These hoes don't be mad at Megan, these hoes mad at Megan's Law
Nas is like the Afrocentric Asian: half-man, half-amazin'
You can build a bear, fuck it, I'm finna build a thot
I ain’t on nobody else timetable.
I’d rather be hated for who I am than loved who I’m not any day
Sometimes I don’t feel like I’m the prettiest, sometimes I don’t feel like I’m on top, and when I hear ‘Bodak Yellow’ again, I’m like, ‘Yeah! I’m that bitch!’
I'm gonna live by my confidence, I'm gonna die by my arrogance
I'm a businessman, you ain't never been the man
Man, I got summer hatin' on me 'cause I'm hotter than the sun
Got spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung
Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all
And I will never, I will never, I will never fall
Don’t underthink me, and don’t overthink me. Don’t underestimate me, and don’t overestimate me. Just do you.
Good girls do what they told (Told)
Bad bitches do what they want (They want)
That's why a bitch is so cold (Woo)
And even if I got deported, I own America
Men do what they want, boys do what they can
Fuck jiggy, I'm flawless, fuck pretty, I'm gorgeous
Your favorite rappers' corpses couldn't measure my importance
My mind is out in orbits, plus my ego got endorsements
If he passes through my label I'm snatching his halo
God, I'll trade you, if you send my father back as an angel
You're just a butter knife, I'm a machete
You play checkers, couldn't beat me playin' chess
He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me (Yup)
Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records (Nope)
Well, I do, so fuck him, and fuck you too
Why would I get mad at you for saying you the baddest? Why can’t we both agree that we bad, and that just be that?
I don't chase 'em, I replace 'em
My rap career goes back further than your father hairline
It's ludicrous - I pack more nuts than Delta Airlines
I never let a statue tell me how nice I am
I got a gold-made plate that says "I wish you would"
I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward
I'm the opposite of moderate
Immaculately polished with the spirit of a hustler and the swagger of a college kid
Everythin' your nigga want, I'm like a walkin' wishlist (Bardi)
I don't understand what this hate is about (Haha)
How you gon' suck yo' man dick with my name in yo' mouth? (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I can't swim but I'm throwing pool parties
I bomb atomically, Socrates' philosophies and hypotheses
Because once you get in the mirror and you start finding shit that you do like about yourself, you’re going to stay in the motherfucking mirror trying to perfect that.
If keeping it real is a sin, you better pray for this
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever fuckin' did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fuckin' with it