Tairrie B - Beware The Crone lyrics

[Intro] (wind blows) (a spray-paint can shakes; spraying) "Turn it up" [Verse 1] Picture a chick that's mean Amplify the pitch and I become a scream queen Motherf**er don't test me, you address me With respect or get checked like rest see I'm possessed when I'm pissed More scary than the Omen or the Exorcist I'm sick with this, infamous when I spit The original b**h with the trademark lips Check your discs you'll find me But if ya don't betta check your history First dropped in 1990 One of a kind when Eazy signed me Raised in the sun on that gangsta sh** And I paid my dues so don't trip Oh, ya gotta a problem with it? Yeah, I'm back and I've flipped the script To a new chapter like the rapture Get left behind or adapt your Mind to rewind and to read the signs like a pastor Before and after The hair got blacker, the voice got deeper I got stronger while they got weaker Cheaper, showing that a** like trash But I'mma come back with cla** And pa** to shed an insult to those egos My lips are lethal Tongue deadly as a gun on the microphone Beware the Crone [Verse 2] Double double, toil and trouble My cauldron boil and bubble With blood, sweat and honesty Blowin' kisses to my critics like a true OG Wind's calling through the trees Hecate. I call upon thee Bind my enemies and leave them weak From the poetry I speak Guard the circle which I cast With a wolf to clear my path As I go faster cause I have to Craft a rhyme designed To Catch a Thief and k** a Mockingbird Line to line and word for word The mistress of magick will bewitch Beguile as I kick it freestyle Watch the transformation happen From screamin' back to rappin' Tappin' into my intuition On a mission, y'all keep wishin' I'd go away but I won't I'm here to stay like the women's vote Throwing up the goat as I quote Macbeth "What's done is done" but I ain't done yet Let that resonate like “The Bell Jar” While I write my memoir Invoking smoke from the microphone Beware the Crone [Chorus] Beware the Crone (Beware the Crone) Just like Medusa she will turn you to stone I said, beware the Crone (Beware the Crone) Just like Medusa she will turn you to stone Turn you to stone, yeah… [Verse 3] I step into the light you adjust the lens Hocus Pocus I'm back again Wonder how, what, why, where the f** I've been You can't focus or comprehend I transcend the underground When the sky is black and the moon is round I rise like the tides the sea brings Straight from the City of the Angels and got wings Symbolic of a phoenix from a flame And this dame still got game and a name Verses in my veins Givin' birth to a new life takes pain And labor, lots of flavor with heart Won't compromise myself or my art Like Joan of Arc, I slay the microphone Beware the Crone [Chorus](x2) Beware the Crone (Beware the Crone) Just like Medusa she will turn you to stone I said, beware the Crone (Beware the Crone) Just like Medusa she will turn you to stone Turn you to stone, yeah… [Outro] (It's blasphemous and wicked) As the paper burns (It's blasphemous and wicked) A spell is cast (It's blasphemous and wicked) The past had left a permanent mark (It's blasphemous and wicked) The power of the planets have been petitioned