|A/n : Song in the MM, play it along if you want to...I changed around a few of the lyrics to make it suit Monaé more so bear with me!|
|Monaé's P.O.V|
"Who talking smack bitch, you wanna get at this
Think you need more practice
You way out your bracket
I rock the home of fucking Atlas
Save that racket for the tennis court, and I
Brought your mission
Resort to kissing these glutes
On your plate like flutes
Cause the agony that I inflict
Causes tragedy when I spit
And if you ain't the shit
You better dip, you better split
You better take off
Before I before break off, make off
Munch through cupcakes that's soft
That's why I serve you like a bake-off
I'll rip your Face Off like I'm Nicholas Cage
You wanna face off, that's ridiculous I'm Naé
The mic brawler, the night crawler
I smoke em like I'm off that water
Clara Adlas great-granddaughter
Would injure you, your girl not from Virginia
Make no bones about it, when it's on I'm bout it
I gotta nice system that remains raw, my ice never thaws
Priceless, baby hah Naé, that's all" I spit like lyrics with so much attitude as I take a quick puff of my blunt...I'm higher then a motha fucka right now too.
"Check the flow
Naé in effect
So now you know
Kick up dust as I begin to bust
Back on up
Check the flow
Naé in effect
So now you know
I'm folding emcees like Times with dirty consonants and vowels
When I'm creeping on the prowl and stay wild out like an owl
Now who who flows better than this rhyme writer
You in a clique full of dicks and you still couldn't come tighter than
Live in red dress, with the afro puff hairdress
Young and restless, naw you nah wanna test this
I break it down baby, you best pray to the Lord
Cause, uh fucking round with Naé is a what you can't afford
I leave em standing on they tippy toes
Dealing with a drippy nose
Bombarding with my fifty flows
I ain't fucking with these silly hoes
Now shit's about to get so retarded
I just got replaced and left broken hearted
I ain't got shit to lose, the first bitch that move
They gon' catch it in the worst way, Naé's blood thirsty
Attacks ready to throw down, that's how it goes down
I can't slow down
Judge Joe Brown convicted me of rhyme slaughter
Cause I spit killable syllables
Leave em pitiful, the cynical Rage, unfuckwitable" I shout!, its time to put these doubting and rude ass bitches back in they place!...latifah and Kim needa know the QUEEN is back.
"Now with my Timbos
I could leave a bimbo in limbo
Make em tremble
When I spit through the dental of these instrumentals
When I'm chewing on a mental, ?? wicked from the intro
I told y'all from the get-go
I rock harder than credentials
Save that shit for your colon
I strike em like I'm bowling
You sweet cheeks can't compete with the heat that I'm holding, ha
Dingbats, better take their wings back and cash in
Lyrical murderer back up in this bitch to bashing
So ante up and pull your panties up
And call your Granny up, tell her you got your fanny bust
Weak shit banged off the backboard
How about some hardcore
How about some rough, rugged and raw
With all sincereness, I spit lyrics with raw severeness
Gladiator fearless, Tyson style - leave em earless
So which of you want me to snatch you by your britches, boo
I hit you with my witches' stew
Turn em into bitches' brew
Terror, when you up against Naé Hitchcock
From H block
With a flow that make em scream Naé stop
Now that's crazy
Naw, that's the Lady Of Rage" I spat after the fifth take it sounded like I had I in the bag, I pulled off my headphones when dre stopped the beat in shock.
"AY! Dat was dope naé?!" He raised his eyebrows making me smirk a little, I've been practicing these bars for MONTHS nigga.
"Mhmm Fo shizzle!!" Snoop nodded along grinning at me.
"Shits FIRE man!" Nate dogg added towards to end making me nod to myself, feeling proud.
"I'm back baby!!!" I exclaim! Grabbing my cup of henny and gettin out of the booth.
"Those Fresh outta jail bars always be the most Ill!" Nate added as I gave him some dap making us all chuckle.
"What you bouta call it?" Snoop asked taking a long pull of his blunt before looking at it, that was that LOUD.. I couldn't barely keep my own eyes open.
"UnFuckWitable!" I claimed, noding my head with a smirk as they hyped me up.
"Yo dre pull up a new beat. Lay a next one on me! I'm in my vibe" I state.
"Ight Ight, I see youuu" he chuckled before pressing more buttons as I hopped back into the booth. Just being in the studio makes me feel alive again.
"Nefertari's back an betta niggahhh!" Snoop exclaimed before chuckling making me smirk, putting my headphones back on.
He right...
He right.
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Poetic Monaé • Tupac Shakur
Fanfic"Wait till the paparazzi get a load of this..." "So what?, let em talk babygirl..." ___________________ Featuring a lot of your 90s favs! From Eazy-e to new edition ? So If you enjoy drama, comedy, the 90s and a lotta Tupac Shakur? This is the boo...
