It only takes one blow from the knock-out pro
Antoinette`s on the set, hey yo Hurb, let the beat go
Call me a vocalist, a vocal extraordinaire
And if you ain`t heard yet, then just pull up a chair
Don`t need a countdown, just a steady beat to be born
And I`ma go for mine, but first let me inform
I rock you chicks quick and you ducks`ll get stuck
That`s right, step in my path and you`re gonna get struck
Cause when I`m holdin this and I like the tempo
I`ll take control from the end to my intro
Hittin like a heartbeat`s never out of sync
Each rhyme is the chain and my voice is the link
So I make em connect, then I rehearse and perfect
Recite em on wax, so that I can collect
I`m makin papers turn green, you know `In God We Trust`
You had enough? I thought so, I can see the lust
You want me to go on, my rhyme just flow on
The only time I pause is for my deejay to throw on
Another hit, a little harder and louder
When I drop the mic they come up and say how the
Hell I keep the pace with the serious face
Steal the crowd like a crocodile, leavin a trace
Because I diss hard and I don`t miss
But even if I did, I just hit em with this
1, 2 and freeze, don`t nobody move
I got a score to settle and my revenge is the groove
We can do this, we can, look out, I`m gonna pick off
I`m called the Gangstress, now here`s the kick-off
Crisp and clean, my rhymes keep rollin
Freeze, don`t shoot the breeze, I`m gonna keep goin
Browsin through the stack, pull a rhyme off the rack
Then pump it up loud so I can feel the trap
Now check the level, the meter, the bass and the teeter
Your mark, you`re set, hold up, this is what you need-a
Someone like me to lead just like a leader
I`m like the Book Of Life and I hope you`re good readers
Turn the page, mademoiselles on stage
And that`s French for those of you who left the brain in the cage
Just open your eyes, take a good look and
The voice, the rhyme, the beat, it`s just hookin
Yeah, cause I`m hype and I`ma raise your temp
Get off the wall, don`t stall, ain`t nobody exempt
When I say raise your temp I mean spiritual liftin
Run with the rhythm, I can tell if you`re listenin
But if you`re not and you try to resist
Lights out, call it a day, I`ma hit you with this
I was born to have it good, I keep it in check
Keep the weak out of my path who don`t come correct
I never front in front of ducks, I got ( ? ) to hold
Just cut em down to size should they try to get bold
I cold blast one and I mass one
They won`t be comin back cause they`ll remember the last one
I do it hard, the harder it got
Stick my name in their hearts, they forget me not
Not forever, whenever you can give em a quiz
Who`s in control? They know who it is
Spell it out at full, keep their heads down low
Give me a mic and history is made at my show
I`m on point, I`m like a knife when it`s sharp and new
Go `head and beef, chief, and I`ll cut right through
Now put your tongue back in your mouth, stop breathin so loud
This is my mic, my rhyme, my beat and my crowd
You want a piece of it, you think you got what it takes?
I mean line for line without a word bein fake
Every rhyme able to flex, plex and vex
Now stop and think: Is she right? You know I`m correct
Because I diss hard and I don`t miss
But even if I did, I just hit em with this
