Yeah, don't call it a comeback
It's muscle memory to infinity plus the hustle energy
Fiend for the sport, three-fourths of cloth
That Harriet Tub' shit, that queen of the north
That power to the people, man, Sophina mean the merciless
David Berkowitz in that booth can't twerk to this
I'm Superwoman with her cape off
I'm Salt-N-Pepa with them eight-balls, get gassed, I beat the bakes off
I'm Roxanne tellin' Nas she gon' smack him
Get your rhymes right, classic, DJ Backspin
Rock the Bells from my hometown to Del
It's somethin' in the water, nothin' like Pharrell's
Chill, they not even real, just some bots probably
All over the place like they pop molly
Got a good story, but that plot spotty
And what's a hot thottie to a godbody?
Just ran a science woman kickin' science to 'em
All the angles in the world, none of them congruent
Take your top five dead or alive, times two
And treat 'em like advance money when I fly right through it
Prodigal daughter givin' 'em life, here it is
Black women runnin' shit ever since the pyramids
Since the scrolls of the ancients of a people melanated
How the kings put it down, but the queens upgraded