[Intro – Mississippi Blues Guitar, Tape Click] [Female – Spoken] You want my story? Baby, it don’t fit in a caption. Turn my mic up. [Verse 1 – Hard Southern Rap] Mississippi red dirt still stuck to my shoes, Took that drawl down to Florida, brought my own damn news. Jacksonville traffic, dashboard full of plans, Got a hundred things to juggle and a pen in my hand. I done clocked in at the post office, stamped out my time, Now I clock in on a beat and every word is mine. Delivery bags riding while the daylight fades, Some days I’m chasing dollars, some days I’m chasing plays. Not a mansion on a hill, not a filtered little dream, Just a woman making something out of everything she’s seen. You want the pretty edit? Wrong station, wrong dial— I got real-life plot twists stacked up by the mile! [Pre-Hook – Drums Drop, Organ Rises] [Female – Singing] They only see the microphone, Not the nights behind the sound. I ain’t saying I never fell— I’m saying look who’s here now. [Hook – Huge Female Soul Belt] I’M THE WOMAN BEHIND THE MIIIIIC! GOT A WHOLE DAMN LIFE IN EVERY LINE! MISSISSIPPI IN MY BLOOD, JACKSONVILLE ON MY MIND! WILDFLOWER, STILL GROWING WILD, I CAN LAUGH AND CRY IN THE SAME DAMN NIGHT! TURN ME UP, LET THE WHOLE ROOM TALK— IT’S BIATCH ON THE MIC! [Verse 2 – Fast Double-Time, Bass Heavy] POF gave me clowns, I ain’t buy a circus ticket, Turned a bad-date story to a punchline, had to spit it! Chillin’ With My Homegirls, come and pull up a chair, We can laugh till we wheeze, then get serious right there. Got a mama’s kind of worry and a hustler’s kind of clock, Bills don’t care if inspiration hit at one o’clock. Got a song for the heartbreak, a song for the fools, A song for when I’m tired of explaining grown-up rules. Sometimes I get loud, sometimes I get low, Sometimes I don’t know which damn way life’ll go. But I won’t fake a happy ending just to polish up a track— If a chapter gets ugly, baby, I’m still writing back! [Bridge – Blues Guitar, Half-Time] [Female – Spoken Then Singing] My mic ain’t a crown somebody handed to me. It’s where I tell the truth without asking permission. [High Belt] HEAR MEEEEEE—OH, HEAR MEEEE! [Final Hook – Choir, Full 808 Drop] I’M THE WOMAN BEHIND THE MIIIIIC! GOT SOME SCARS, GOT JOKES, GOT FIRE INSIDE! MISSISSIPPI IN MY BLOOD, JACKSONVILLE ON MY MIND! WILDFLOWER, ROOTS RUN DEEP, I AIN’T DONE WITH THIS LIFE, NOT BY A LONG SHOT! [Female – Soaring High Note] BIATCH ON THE MIIIIIIIIIC! [Outro – Beat Cut, One Mic Tap] [Female – Laughing] And that’s just episode one. Wait till you hear the rest.
