Tunnel Rats - Her Story lyrics

[Jamie] I dream galaxies, speak prophecies in 3-D My poetry be 20,000 leagues under the sea deep So why you keep hopin for some mediocrity To slip outta my lips, didn't you know I'm unfit To spit anything less than profound cause I sit in Spiritual submission to God sound Allow Him to crown my words world-reknowned You frown cause your a**umptions got flipped upside-down You wanna pretty Hawaiian girl kick exotic to your world Swirl her hips as her lips drip coconutty naughty Tan lines on your brain. Now, I need to explain.. I ain't here to be adore cause I'm so much more than your Mary jane high or candy cane for your eye My fly be mesmerizing cause it comes from the inside out Confident but never too proud, the underground Diamond in the rough emcee has been found [Hook] I ain't got no time for debating All these so called rappers that's hatin Radio lies and TV ain't for me I speak my mind when I rhyme it's her story I ain't got no time for y'all frontin Everybody got to say something Radio lies and TV ain't for me I speak my mind when I rhyme it's her story [Elsie] This artist won't ever make artless music see Heart saddened by the state of heartless industry Mourning the d**h of hip-hop, what it used to be Still work the grind to be the hardest emcee, feel me Listen, listen how I sound so pretty But in under 2 seconds could get down and dirty gritty It's a pity to pin me to 1 style Music child versatile City girl profile with hits that make 'em go.. Look at how we getting looked at Music video hoes and hoe emcees on top of that Well I got cla** on top of tact not to mention sk** exact Don't need to sell s** to sell still got 'em under my spell Watch, watch now how a real woman do How I could undo your voodoo in a minute or two Sexy don't mean skanky and cla**y never trashy Pa** me the mic, any questions you could ask me [Hook] [Zane] "MMMmmmm, taste like word up and fresh Product of the strong and complex generation X To intense to digest to understand you must manifest Intellect I battle for the sport of the k** Lick my chops then enjoy my next meal But I can't eat processed meat And I can't stomach rappers with styles too weak With no spice so I'm throwing salt on your game I'd rather deal with hunger pains while my rap remains My weapon of choice my voice, my sk**s My heart the system I broke out of Learned to breathe without em' it's time to get played s**a Realize your made in the process You been T.A.G'ed and all they want is full access To a**ets feeding you to the ma**es But you won't make it that far Thinking you need some cla**es and practice With the music volume down So you really hear the sound of whackness...