You think I’m scared to speak? Baby, I wrote your script I’m the silence in the room when you unzip your wit Wear your shame like a crown, say it’s just a bit But a mask that loud concealing something sick You been sniffing round power like it’s alms for the poor Wanna Consent to non-consent like it’s a kink décor Call it appreciation when you leer at your girl’s mates Lifting up women in skirts while you peek and you bate You written poems in my voice, then you call it love I give you 9 foot of rope, and a hearty shove You want me to slap you, confess and degrade But only in rhyme, and only onstage You’re not some kind of radical, baby, you’re safe A celibate in a shame cell with a CupcakKe tape You fooling with taboo, acting like you’re brave But you ain't really Jack the lad, son you're more of a knave. Keep hatin' on the church ‘cause it teaches shame But the way you preaching now fits in the same frame Just with slightly better beats and a funnier name Even made me out a malady totality tamed A sex transgression really makes you deep? You think your girl piss kink’s gonna buy you peace? That playing the freak like Brooke Candy sweet Is the absolution solution you truly seek? You say I’m sacred, a femme divine But only when I’m slutted out in your pantomime You love my mouth when it’s on your joint But when I speak my truth, man you're missing the point You want a goddess who gags on demand A leftist who has sex with a camera in hand Someone who’s rough when you're high, but nice and soft when you land A fantasy forged in the fire of your trembling glands This ain't erotic, it’s more control Wrapped in progress, dipped in gold Build a temple out of shame and bone Me in it when you finally grown You want me loud, but my words are scripted Always judged, but never been convicted Said I cut you deep, when I withheld the peach Why don't you show me on the dolly where the blade should reach Why does every revelation have to be a breakdown? Why does every conversation turn into a shakedown? Why does every situation make your partner quake now? Gee I wonder if the answer's that you're not so great? WOW! Can't be chipping at the spackle of the patriarchy While you're sticking me in shackles for some skin malarky Wind your neck in son, and remember the 90s Chin a couple shots of whisky and you chucked a whitey Got rejected by your bestie happened almost nightly And then you started blazing so you think less brightly Talk a lot of shite, try with all your might To just put up with anything that you mildly dislike For a second or even two and you will see that while tight Your chest will soon feel better and everything's alright [sung] Women of hip hop This is how we do it loud Gripping the tip top Flip and dip it to the ground Women of hip hop This is how we take the crown Ripping a stitch My sisters know the booty round Women of hip hop This is how we do it loud Gripping the tip top Flip and dip it to the ground Women of hip hop This is how we take the crown Ripping a stitch My sisters know the booty round
