My Neck, My Back" Style: Focusing on sexual
like "vulgar," "sexual," "explicit," "dirty
Tazzy putting it down let's go
Verse 1:
she step up in the booth, heaviest mic
in the room
she swing with the truth, let the rhythm bloom
bars sharper than knives, no collar, no
chain
she fire in her lungs, rain fire through the brain
they say she’s too bold, they say she’s too loud
but every chorus round her crown, she break the crowd
hustle in her footsteps, hustle in her lines
she lace the beat with finesse, redefine the times
from the blocks to the charts, she tearing down doors
female force, raw force, rhythm in scores
they blink, she links, then think twice and pause
‘cause a queen with a mic is the ultimate boss
Chorus:
she rap like the men, but she ain’t a imitation
she’s a revelation, pure elevation
got grit in her ribs, fire in her lungs
when she spits worry none, only drums
Verse 2:
eyes on the prize, she precise with the verbs
breaking glass ceilings while she top the nerds
cadence like a drumline, cadence like a
parade
every line a cascade, every move self-made
they measure by gender, she measures by aim
she’s in the hall of fame before they whisper her name
rhythm riot in her veins, a veteran in bloom
she writes in gold ink, makes the room go boom
respect in her pocket, fear in the other team
she doubles the pressure, she doubles
the dream
talk is cheap, her actions louder than a pen
she redefines the game, again and again
Bridge (optional):
let them talk, she walks through the noise
she’s the chorus in the storm, she’s the thunder and poise
if there’s a limit, she’ll redraw the line
female spirit in prime, watch her climb, watch her shine
Outro:
so here’s to the queens who spine to the rhyme
who rise through the ranks, in tempo, in time
they don’t just ride the beat, they own every lane
rap like the men, but she’s the sun after rain
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