[Intro | Spoken Word] *record spin-up* [whispered] Pulse check. ... [whispered] Pulse check. [Hook | Female Rap | Defiant] Pulse check—bad news, I ain't calm yet Best dress, knees shake—what you call that? Soft voice, hard lie—put a name on that Long as my heart kicks, I'ma kick right back [tape-stop stutter] Long as my heart kicks, I'ma kick right back (Kick right back) (Kick right back) [Verse | Female Rap | Aggressive] Big vows. Bylaws in pencil—eraser on standby. Big dog—bright mind, blind eye. Look me in the eye. Blood, blood—under oath: "Who?" Nice try. (Nice try) Smile—your face can't keep pace with the lie. Hero cape, chest out—you wore it for the entrance Trouble walked in. One blink—Clark Kent. You don't lie, you "misspoke"; don't snake, you "need distance" Every dirty little verb gets a lighter sentence Pontius Pilates—wash your hands, stretch the truth Core strong, spine gone—all posture, no proof Want the truth boneless, skinless, cut bite-size I bring the animal in—you lose appetite Don't call it peace just because nobody objected Pin all the blame on me—your scapegoat got elected Keep washing those hands, keep peddling absolution [dead drop silence] I kick that soapbox over—now face the [sub-octave layer] PRO-SE-CU-TION [Hook | Female Rap | Defiant] [dead drop before beat returns] Pulse check—bad news, I ain't calm yet Best dress, knees shake—what you call that? Talk brave, fold quick when the proof comes back Long as my heart kicks, I'ma kick right back Hands clean? Hold still, lemme look at that Soft voice, hard lie—put a name on that You clear your name, smear mine—run that back Long as my heart kicks, I'ma kick right back (Kick right back) [Verse | Female Rap | Taunting] "Mercury did that?" No—I did it. No planets, no pivot You print my slips in triplicate; your own? A sudden glitch Memento—till I call you a — bitch I don't polish a turd—if it's mine, I admit it They feed greed, breed need—dress demands up as favors Free feed, steep fees—same leash, different flavors I feed myself. Decline, then dine. Five courses. Zero clauses. (Pass the wine.) Good life. Big appetite. I'm picky with ingredients Freedom on the label; contents: blind obedience Room service—still serving up the backtalk I like the lap of luxury; I ain't a fucking — LAPDOG (Lapdog) A place, not a favor—we're on the same level I feed my people; I don't feed 'em to the devil Won't bend my conscience, my will, my spine. Backrest reclined. Backbone still mine. [Break] [absolute silence - tape flutter] ((Still mine.)) [Hook | Female Rap | Defiant] [dead drop] Pulse check—good news, I ain't calm yet Best dress, knees shake—what you call that? Talk brave, fold quick when the proof comes back Long as my heart kicks, I'ma kick right back Hands clean? Hold still, lemme look at that Soft voice, hard lie—put a name on that You clear your name, smear mine—run that back Long as my heart kicks, I'ma kick right back
