Yo, What up Zone man?
Yo, what's craculatin' man?
Yeah, you got a lot of folks mad last year, man.

That (*##$ magna t-shirt buggin out on stage
Yeah, yeah
All that %#@! man, people got heated

Yo, let me tell these girls something man.
Yo, if you know you got it going on we cool.
I ain't talking bad about you, but to the girls that's getting offended

I mean, you must be talking to you if you're gettin' mad
Look like the girls right around from the Pony Cafe
Yo, break it on down man. Break it on down


[J-Zone]
Everytime I do a show I catch beef with these weak $$# groups

And headwrap chicks drinkin' wheat grass juice
Offended by my t-shirts, and how I behave
Just because I ain't rockin' dashiki's and braids

But if you know you ain't a (*##$, then you wouldn't get mad
You'se a fake Mya Angelou, stunt, get a job (*##$
The Metro, The Scholar, to The Poet's Cafe

You got mad, you'se a biatch, and you know it that way (*##$!! [echoes]
To the fake-ass activist headwrap chicks on the low kidnappin' dicks
(*##$ stop starin' like I walked out of Bellvue

If you lookin' for enlightened men I can't help you
You got your degree? You can still be a. . (*##$
If you knew your baby's father, maybe you wouldn't be a. . (*##$ (Asshole!)

Who the $#&@ you mean, me?
Stunt, you must be out of your mind, must be something in the green tea
And some of these chicks used to dance on the table

Now they hatin' on me, actin' educational
You can get mad, turn blue in the face
But when I pee I hit your grill so I don't ruin the drapes


(*##$ [x8]
Oh, I see how it's going down

You know what I'm saying?
Yo, if it don't apply to you, you ain't gonna get mad.
But yo, it ain't only a gender thing,

some of these dudes is (*##$es too, man
I'm gonna talk the fellas real quick
Hey, you're talking about my sister!

I'ma start about these punk $$# cats
b-b-b-b-b-b-b-(*##$


Females are quick to get mad, but it's hard to remember
You can still be a (*##$, regardless of gender
Come at me like a muslim? ^!$$%, I saw you in Florida with a hot dog

(*##$, stop lyin'!
You a (*##$ cuz you told me "Stay underground forever"
$#&@ you, I want a Caddy with some dice in the mirror

Catch any DJ puttin' 6 joints of mine on a mix tape, we fightin' this year
Online, or onstage, you took time to diss me?
Thanks for the promotion I was delighted

Male or female, if the shoe fits you:
Blow me in the key of F Sharp, Biatch!


[Female's voice]
Listen, you no-job having, scrub mother$#&@er
You need to learn to respect a righteous sister

I went to a show, and all I heard was (*##$ this, (*##$ that
Me and my fellow sisters, we don't play that %#@!, ^!$$%
You grabbing yourself on stage? That's not conscious, it's bull%#@!

Where is the uplifting message?
You don't deserve a goddess like me anyway, so $#&@ you [scratching '(*##$']
Hey, what about me? You're nothing but a

(*##$! (*##$! killed the (*##$ yo, (*##$
Don't be callin' me no (*##$ [scratching '(*##$']
who you talkin' bout? you, (*##$

Punk (*##$ (*##$, (*##$, (*##$ $#&@ you (*##$! And kept goin'
Now wait a minute, you're talking about my sister!
Fifty-cent juice drinkin' (*##$!


Biatch!