Tairrie B - Ad Nauseam lyrics

[Verse 1] I can hear your heartbeat through your sweat So don't put dirt on my grave just yet Spittin' bars to new levels for irrelevant fellas Demystifying the Devil cause I'm the real rebel Raisin' stakes in my rhyme the first line with my fist Punks step back; don't know how to react to this Feminist, activist, no need to practice this Ain't showin' my a** every goddamn chance I get Tracking this seamless so you f**ers will feel this For lyrical content and not with your penis No booty shakin' half naked ad nauseam I'm making moves by the moon with insomnia Fluidly with ingenuity I rock sh** You wanna dismiss it but can't so you talk sh** Fed up with the ageism, s**ism, racism In an industry fueled by fakeism Commercialized over hyped cheap antics I'm sick to d**h of seeing everyone's panties Not here for the sell, just kickin' semantics With style and perspective that's real, so respect it! [Chorus] (Anyone can be likeable but it really takes guts to be hated) (And she knew she was hated but she didn't care) (You know her name?) (She repped hip-hop on the West Coast) (You're taking about Tairrie B. Yeah Tairrie B!) [Verse 2] Now let's hear it for my sisters who had something to say The ladies who spit legit from back in the day Smashing stereotypes and breaking down doors Pushing boundaries and waxing poetic on the dance floors Not dropping drawers like who*es on all fours Setting women back for years after all that we've fought for Whatever happened to the bad a** chicks? Now everybody's videos are p**n flicks! Don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with a nice a** But put some clothes on and leave some mystery for fans Damn, that sh**'s weak and reeks of weak minds Who got nothing to say so they just show their behinds I grind rhymes and flow my linguistics Myself not a mimic, so no need for those gimmicks And that might come as a disturbance to cynics But my resurgence is urgent so middle finger to critics I never quit it, just took a sabbatical for my soul Turned my words into sigils so magical to behold Bringin' the cold to the mic like an ice queen But I can make it melt motherf**er, if I scream [Chorus] (She was gonna be a real fiesty dynamo) (And create electricity wherever she went) (Tairrie B!) (b**h virtuosity!) (Putting more fuel on the fire) (I would love to hear more female opinions with regards to this topic) [Verse 3] Strike a pose and the Hollywood sign lights up So leave your Gods and your politics home cause I don't give a f** I rep the city that I love the most And when the sun sets low on the West Coast I shine cause I'm nobody's protégé Write my own rhymes, won't apologize for what I say In a business that thrives on lies Nobody gave me a free ride but I still survived And there was hell to pay so I paid dues I took my lumps and I gave a few too So don't believe everything you read The internet's full of bullsh** and those who feed Off the negativity like a vulture And they'll bleed you dry in this comment culture The need to be famous gave us pop And watered down Hip-Hop with a booty on top Please stop tryna get that attention Because it's a movement, don't mean it's progression My self-expression is progressing with age But I can still remember when women had rage Originality that wasn't easy to bluff And now all I see is just image and fluff But “If It Ain't Ruff” then I'mma say “damn b**h” So listen up! Do I speak a dead language? Cause I'm a bad witch like Jessica Lange is And I ain't here to be cute, I do damage!