You heard the one, one, one
About the girls, girls, girls
They grabbed the mic, mic, mic
They tore it up, up, up
You heard the one, one, one
About the girls, girls, girls
They grabbed the mic, mic, mic
They tore it up, up, up
Hey, hey
Don't hate, congratulate
You know we're knocking down doors straight out the gate
Wake from the sleep of ages, waking out of our cages
We were born to fill pages, we came to rock stages
And we plunder and pillage, live in the East Village
Breaking it down with that ill fly spillage
Better respect, I didn't ask but what the heck
Well I'm gonna lead this fucking army like I'm Chiang Kai-shek
You heard the one, one, one
About the girls, girls, girls
They grabbed the mic, mic, mic
They tore it up, up, up
You heard the one, one, one
About the girls, girls, girls
They grabbed the mic, mic, mic
They tore it up, up, up
We reignite, you thought we'd give up the fight but we ignite
That's right, it's raw, we keep it strong
Been running so long we forgot how to sit
We making bad ass hardcore hip-hop shit
I'm getting dizzy and the sky is floating further away
I put the beat on repeat, I got so much to say
And you're waiting, you're not breathing, holding your breath
Thinking how you gonna live when you're surrounded by death
We might be hiding in caves with all seven sleepers
Hester Prynne is playing chess with all the Grim Reapers
And the moss is the carpet where I lay my head
While your pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead in your bed
You heard the one, one, one
About the girls, girls, girls
They grabbed the mic, mic, mic
They tore it up, up, up
You heard the one, one, one
About the girls, girls, girls
They grabbed the mic, mic, mic
They tore it up, up, up
Sexism like racism and racism is ill
MCs getting faker than a three dollar bill
On one track you dropping hoes like dropping dropping bombs
Next track you writing odes until you're moms
We're moving towards the future while you're stuck in the past
And now you're throwing sticks and
Stones into your house full of glass
With your commodities and oddities and women are not part of these
There's so much more, be happy than my MC here to tell me hey, hey
Putting out a call to every region
Every legion if you're feeling the heat
Keep your ear to the street, listen in on your dreams
The world is not what it seems, so get your notepad, come rap
Bracing like a young gun through the grit and the flame
On top of my game and I'm charging through fire
The people are speaking sparked and inspired
Northern State, Kazaa and LimeWire
Fat lip from my mic, all these battle scars
Tell the story of my glory behind beats and bars
My love's so true, I don't do this for you
Yo, I do this shit cause it's the shit I do
You heard the one, one, one
About the girls, girls, girls
They grabbed the mic, mic, mic
They tore it up, up, up
You heard the one, one, one
About the girls, girls, girls
They grabbed the mic, mic, mic
They tore it up, up, up
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