A cocoa thicky chicky quickly spitting sick heat industry was with me before Nicki, but skipped me quickly i was steady standing on my own 2 feet lyrically flowing 2 my own beat. know me. i'm from a city where we're known to get it busy smiling gets you stole feeling dizzy we keep it grizzy so what i could be quickly rising to the tizzop if i blessed some niggaz with the bizzop hell to the nizzaw picture that, yeah broke like a jigsaw i hardy-ha-ha oh i'm a lady keep it proper politely slaughter any other son and any daughter who think they oughta outshine and re-order i'ma reformed murderer known to go berserk and kirk assassinate you after work in a v neck shirt & skirt dressed to murk dapper dan down recognize a queen without a crown.... LORD WILLIN.... writing for Divine Intervention.... I wrote a lullaby a solo for a passerby a single for a lonely guy or single lady for the night flow got a red light - laser point - dead right catch ya in the head right Mills there all night... Alright I'm BACK like I never left rap til i'm outta breath inhale pack, then its back 2 death Killin or Building raise the bar up to the ceiling I'm a star so you feeling like i'm feeling Lord Willing Writing for divine intervention Playin out the cards I was given now I'm dealing Free wheeling living in this world we live in blessed with a lyrical addiction a written vision a quick prescription for the spiritual affliction of thinking that nobody here is listening i write to mention i'm representing a reflection of The ALL living out my life in every bar.... LORD WILLING

My motivation is the revelation of my testament My flow is heaven sent and haters are irrellevant Blessed and too intelligent to dwell upon the negative Pressing on a better tip and focused on forever Never will I forget my one and only treasure Lies within my mind you'll never measure However, children always checkin for my cheddar Blessings fall abundantly they trip but I"m whatever Clever cuz luck is just as fickle a the weather and Karma never slips for stars, we know better So go getters, big walkers, giant steppers I bring measures of water to fill you all up I write bars to breathe the fire in Assata I don't see her free but still I gotta Be the change I need so I work harder Easy ain't the way to be for sons and daughters Who got a mother or father that raised 'em proper Even tho we all fall short, We Stand Taller... I ain't preachin but my life is still a ministry Speaking and defending the media's public enemy ME - simply cuz I won't pretend to be Flimsy with my character to slide up in the industry Still this chick will bury ya 4-5 carrier Praying for salvation but the haters wanna take it there I don't een make it fair they softer than some baby hair Don't ya know you may appear the reason for a tattooed tear But i'm on some new shyt this here is for my 80s babies all grown up its our year Its Our Shine...you only live one time So go grind And be your own problem solver Cuz easy ain't the way to be for sons and daughters who got a mother or father that raised ya proper Even tho we all fall short we Stand Taller I WRITE THE BARS TO BREATHE THE FIRE IN ASSATA I DON'T SEE HER FREE BUT STILL I GOTTA BE THE CHANGE I NEED SO I WORK HARDER AND WORK HARDER AND WORK HARDER EASY AIN'T THE WAY FOR ME, CUZ I'M A DAUGHTER I GOT A MOTHER AND FATHER THAT RAISED ME PROPER BUT EVEN THO I FALL SHORT, I STAND TALLER.... SO WORK HARDER AND STAND TALLER AND WORK HARDER AND STAND TALLER AND WORK HARDER AND STAND TALLER.....AND WORK HARDER...AND STAND TALLER