FEMCEE Lyrics

I raise the bar

I leave my competition limbo

You're the best femcee around

But, look, I been denounced that label

Putting female before rapper

Not as good as the men

But you've all heard me on these tracks

Y'all know I'm ill with the pen

There's no comparison

I'm rated highly overall

A 90's baby

I come strapped with hooks like overalls

I be dropping bars like nukes

But they be acting like they're landmines

Lines they're tripping over come unburied and they blow minds

Call me bouncing Betty

When I'm sitting on top

Tell me when I'm working, baby, can you match the bop

Innuendos rev your engine

When we're coolin' in the whip

Mmm… can you match my grind

When I dip, you dip, we dip

Y'all

Don't call me a Femcee

'Less you're calling men malecees

Yeah, exactly

From the front to the back

She hit the music raw

Drop the mic

That's a dead beat

Ten toes

Six feet

Down under is where my foes envy

Give you one

Two chances

Past three

Nah, get it right

You may claim to be my rival

But I see no competition

It's me versus my own verses

I'm a woman on a mission

All these serpents lurking

It's disturbing

And to say my back is hurting

Is an understatement

When I carry tracks

The major sergeant

K/D is 2.0

Stupid equivalent GPA

Get my pick of the litter

My boys don't fall back

They GBA

God is a woman

I can understand the route

Women birthed you to this world

We'll be the ones to take you out, uh

Don't call me a Femcee

'Less you're calling men malecees

Yeah, exactly

From the front to the back

She hit the music raw

Drop the mic

That's a dead beat

Ten toes

Six feet

Down under is where my foes envy

Give you one

Two chances

Past three

Nah, get it right

I've been ranting 'bout this since your girl was a teen

His story shows repetition

Her story shows what I mean

Don't need a man savior

Like a white savior

I'm a Jedi knight

Got a light saber

Slicing bodies at the speed of light

It's a man's world, but wouldn't be nothing without a woman, huh

Think I've got it easy

Well I guess that's you being mistaken, huh?

Don't care 'bout the glitz and glamour

That ain't me

When you see me doing what you do but better

Keep that same energy

Don't call me a Femcee

'Less you're calling men malecees

Yeah, exactly

From the front to the back

She hit the music raw

Drop the mic

That's a dead beat

Ten toes

Six feet

Down under is where my foes envy

Give you one

Two chances

Past three

Nah, get it right