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Before I was an MC, I had another life (whaaat?)I used to work for the president's wife,now my flow's so slow you can't even clock it,give me two years my shit'll skyrocket...I'm a radical female, astrological geniusI'll just say it once oh you'll know that I mean thisYou doubt it boy, you just haven't seen usBuy into our trap and we'll feed you to venusNo other ladies out there like us doin what we doCan't wait to get on tv so that we could see youIf you only knew what went on in my headYou see I write rhymes at night I got the ink on my bedI write my rhymes on the man's dollarIf you're in Times Square come and give me a hollerIf you pass me on the streetDon't say what's up honeyAre you comfortable on your ass like it's not even funnyI'm not that girlyou don't wanna fuck with meI'ma get more brutal than the NYPDIt's fun to rhyme with my friend Hesta PrynnThat's true you can say that againLetras de cancionesSaid it's fun to rhyme with my friend Hesta PrynnYo talk to the fist 'cause the hand is pissedYo Prynn lays down the iller verseso I gotta throw down somethin even worse In the afternoons I'll always be puffinI'm more European than an English muffinYou gotta give mad props to Hesta PrynnYou know she'll bust a stupid rhyme with that cleft in her chinSee I sleep when I'm tired, I drink when I'm dryYou should ask Hesta Prynn bout her alibiWhen you see me coming better run and duckI rhyme about nothing and I don't give a fuckPut other MCs in contempt of court'cause I'm like Derek Jeter, I'ma make you stop shortSprout on the prowl down center courtHesta Prynn on the roof with a chocolate torteSee me? I'm just chillin and wearin my skortYo I wrote about the Bell Jar for my book reportIt's fun to rhyme with my friend Guinea LoveGuinea Love comin at y'all from aboveIt's fun to rhyme with my friend Guinea LoveYo crank up the bass and get out of my face!Before I was an MC I had another lifeBefore I was an MC I had another lifeYo yo if you wanna hear me freestyle come for a rideYou know I'll take my turns smooth like my dental floss glideIma blow up I'm like a tickin time bomband you can't find that on Lycos.comI'm Italian (what!) like my motherI skin that eggplant like none otherThis here shit is makin me wild (wild)Sprout's mom was a flower child (child)I like to eat my curry mildand that's all the rhyme that I've compiledJust me and my girls are makin joyful noiseI'm like Dorothy Parker when I run with the boysYo I'ma break that shit up like Brenda and DyllinI write funky rhymes and you know that I'm chillin'cause see I passed the test and now I'm able and a'willinI got the mic in my hand so you know that I'm killin 'emyo I'm on my way to a better dayyou know the sun is out and I'm ready to playI got the mad optimism to light my wayyou see I'd spin the spider if I were the DJIt's fun to rhyme with DJ SproutYo gonna bring the rainstorm in the middle of a droughtIt's fun to rhyme with DJ Sprout'cause here is my handle and here is my spoutHey heyI must be the greatestHey hey heyI must be the greatestHey hey heyI must be the greatestTwenty four years oldI must be the greatestBefore I was an MC I had another lifeBefore I was an MC I had another lifeBefore I was an MC I had another lifeBefore I was an MC I had another life From Letras Mania