[Verse 1: Rita J]
Much love to the female emcees
Give me a reason to continue and breeze through
Like [?] and the trees do
Fam, treat 'em love too
But understand it's for the ladies
Jump back into the eighties
They used to play these songs all night long
Taping cla**ics full of magic
Please no static, I'm an addict, gotta have it
In rap city Chris Thomas sat in
Watched it, just blushed it
But I go with it, who spit it?
Prolific, [?] gifted
Album dropped, go and get it
Tell a friend that she so sick with it
It hurts to relive it, got too much to live it
Another way, another day
I change and say something else
[?], it's Rita J
You hang 'em on, you wanted more
Rita J got much in store, [?]
What you all been waiting for
Say my name, say it twice
PR's the game [?] device
Some free advice, get out the game
You aim and I'm nice
I'm trained and you [?]
Come play and pay the price
Take that up with Jesus Christ
I'm doing my thang like seven on the dice
Damnin' my Brethren and his life get to heaven
[Chorus: Steph Staa]
Get to heaven
My body-a-dy-a-a-a-dy rocks
There's enough Hip Hop I got, just won't stop
My body-a-dy-a-a-a-dy rocks
There's enough Hip Hop I got, just won't stop
[Verse 2: Rita J]
Story of youth, blinded by the city lights
It's men in tights by the likes of a romance perception
Or maybe chose to [?] his affection
Only [?], the same direction, still reflecting -
On a young girl's complexion, where's perfection?
In the videos and city hoes collecting
No, I've seen it all before
Protecting the [?]
This murder catch further past the [?] of space
Avid learner, keep it paced
Met a mother in the race 'til my speed accelerates
This world is full of hate but I'm keeping love strong
'Cause all along you had it all, [?] you stand tall
Accept your actions, perhaps then -
You win again, she's only ten
Listening to hooligans who've paved your way
Shout and say only to be cool again
Befooling themselves, I tell tales
So the [?] prevails, out the jail of our brain cells
[?]
Who praise hell and s** sells
So what you selling? Still [?] out the ghetto heaven
They spitting rhymes [?] selling their servants
To [?], pushing suburbans
Until we learning the money earning
Like [?]
And what they do I see into
They know it too, it ain't the truth
It's up to you, gotta do what you gotta do
Accept consequences 'fore the laws been playing you
Them flaws betraying you
Paranoid available, situation debatable
Deflatable emotions demoted the promotions
My level documented, signing of this record
[?]
[Chorus: Steph Staa]
My body-a-dy-a-a-a-dy rocks
There's enough Hip Hop I got, just won't stop
My body-a-dy-a-a-a-dy rocks
There's enough Hip Hop I got, just won't stop