Confidence & swagger: Page 4

I'm the devastating mic controller D.M.C

And can't nobody mess around with me

It's all about the candy paint, it's all about the Vogues, man

It's all about the slab, baby, it's all about the hoes

And I'm out of this world like Tang, nigga

That's a space bar (Yeah), man, I hate y'all

Fuck y'all mad at me for, 'cause my belt got two G's on it?

Her bag got two C's on it? My daughter's stroller got D's on it?

But everybody know who shot me, bitch (Baow, baow, baow)

Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick, this is not about your dick

These are simply just instructions on how you should treat my clit

You didn't know shit about me, man

You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then

I ain't no joke, I used to let the mic smoke

Now I slam it when I'm done and make sure it's broke

When I'm gone no one gets on 'cause I won't let

Nobody press up and mess up the scene I set

Nine times out of ten, I'm the realest bitch you know

If you ain't want a pimp, then what you fucking with me for?

Mind over matter never worked for my nemesis

My Adidas walk through concert doors

And roam all over coliseum floors

I stepped on stage, at Live Aid

All the people gave, and the poor got paid

I'm not necessarily trying to bring gangster rap back. I'm just trying to let you know it's still here and I'm a part of it.

Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do

Pull the trigger too, fuck you (Uh, uh, uh)

Why do you like Cool J? (It ain't rock 'n' roll!)

'Cause it ain't the glory days with Bruce Springsteen

I'm not a virgin so I know I'll make Madonna scream

Yeah, this shit way too formal, y'all know I don't follow suit

Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain't got a clue

I really don't pick, I just choose

I don't set picks, I just shoot

Confident, a descendent of Queen Nefertiti

The mother of civilization will rise

Like the cream and still build the strong foundation

I would rather not sell any records than (not tell) my truth.

They tweet about the length I made 'em wait

What the fuck you expect when a nigga got a cape and he's great?

You can keep hating, I'm poppin' regardless

I have this ego, this mind-set that I’m the illest when it comes to getting on that mic, and I control the game now because I’m a rap Napoleon

I ain't never giving in again (Yeah)

Caution to the wind, complete freedom

I’m just as white as that Mona Lisa

I’m just as black as my cousin Keisha

I’m biracial so bye Felicia

Praise Black Jesus now call the preacher

I been looked at, I been followed, I been suspected (Yeah)

Used and abused, I been accused, bitch, I been arrested

And if a nigga know some secrets, bitch, I ain't tellin'

I finally get it, all my haters, they was just jealous

Go 'head, envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P

And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me

I won't never sell my soul, and I can back that

I decipher prophecies through a mic and say, "Peace"

And steppin' to me, yo, that's the wrong move

So what you on, Hobbs, dope or dog food?

I'm the master of a mic, that's what I say

And if I didn't say that, you'd say it any way

I'm under attack like my name was Saddam

I am the bomb from New York to Milan

And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm'

Now here's a funky introduction of how nice I am

Tell your mother, tell your father, send a telegram

Who put this shit together? I'm the glue

Big contracts, big contractors

Built pyramids, period, we masters

Save a nigga, who, bitch? Do I look like fuckin' Superwoman?

For you to beat me, it's gonna take a miracle

Nigga, bolt off the set, comin' to your projects

Take it as a threat, better yet it's a promise

Comin' from a vet on some old Vietnam shit

Nigga, you can bet your bottom dollar, hey, I bomb shit

We didn't come here in peace, we came to take the planet

I got game — I got game 'cause the game was given to me

If repetition is the master's practice (Practice)

Then I'm a mathematician when it comes to fashion (Fashion)

Doechii-ana giving trash couture

Your fit is a detour, I'm not none of these whores

I create 'em, take 'em, shake 'em, then make 'em clap to this

Most of you rappers can't even rap to this

You try to school me, you'll get served with no regard

And that yayo shit, that's irrelevant

You can't hide the fact that I'm intelligent

Problem, I can sneeze, sniffle, or cough

E-e-e-even if I stutter, I'ma still come off

I'm representin' for them gangstas all across the world

(Still) Hittin' them corners in them low-lows, girl

Still takin' my time to perfect the beat

And I still got love for the streets, it's the D.R.E.

It takes (Wayne and Drake) so long to do a song. I understand why, because they want it to be perfect. But I can write a perfect song in ten minutes

I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain

Niggas flip scripts like B sides, who these guys?

Only thing switching on me, is thick thighs

It hit harder when you come up from the bottom (On God)

Touched an M at 21, bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' problem

I'll bend a rapper like a fender, I'm slender but far from tender

And you want some of this Dirty

God made Dirt, and Dirt bust your ass (Nah)

I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi

I could pull up in a bonnet

And still say them bitches is not it (Uh)

Sorry, I'm just bein' honest

Baby, I ain't bein' modest (Facts)

You mad 'cause your daughter fuck with me on spring break

Well, I'ma fuck her till the springs break

Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like

Farrakhan reads his daily Qur'an

It's a phenomenon, lyrics fast like Ramadan

You know me, Cardi B, pussy poppin' on the charts, ah, ah

On top of the dreams is where I'm found

Some figured I was Satan bound

Until I came back with a style I found

Your whole vocabulary's played out, admit it

Still whack if it came out my mouth and I spit it (Get on down)

Ayy, I set the bar, I'm the fuckin' bar

Look in the sky, I'm a fuckin' star

I don't fall in love 'cause I be lovin' hard

Bitch, keep talking that shit from your Honda

Hoes love to act, but they ain't wit' the drama

Want my spot? Gotta fight like Wakanda

Bitch, run up and get hit wit' the one-done

Look, black is beautiful, black is excellent