Flava in Ya Ear Freeverse
If I was Kool Herc in his younger days
I'da took the break-beat and threw it in an armored safe

Made a bunch of change and smacked the sock right across the face
Of anyone that said, hip hop was a waste of tape

If I was Q-tip on the Boulevard of Linden 
I'da grabbed me a chair and asked Phife how he was feeling

Took some time off just to infiltrate the industry
And blow up your regimes like the U.S embassy

Say it like I mean it, ain't no need to be conceited
I'm just confidently confident, in all that I believe in

Pad to the pen I write it out so they can read it
Then I put it in a brownie so these greedy youngins eat it

I drop a bomb for every letter of the alphabet
Then change up all my dialects to show youu I ain't finished yet
Say the worlds my oyster
But I'm spitting all these pearls
Like a syllabic Drake chillin' in a Cole world

Or a nasty Nas, but classy 'cuz I'm a girl
And even tho your sex is money, the thought makes me wanna earl

Serve it on a grill, like a full course meal
This Genuine grade A, so u know ya chick is real
Psychological, let me tell you how I feel
Infecting ya mental space, with this tranquilizing skill

These high octane verses carried in the cockpit
Now tell these phoney youngins stop it! 