We try to celebrate em as more than just simple objects
But during the ceremony they become the trophies in the process
Try to convince me they're humans understand I'm hard to fool
Cause everyday we turn em into cats and garden tools
Soul rappers wanna worship her Nefertiti
Put the pussy on a pedestal then bow like it's a deity
If we got respect then why do we call her a bitch
And only show love in lyrics how she let us put it in
Every now then I hear a rhyme
That's like a salad bacon bits a cup a dressing plus a couple leaves of iceberg
Lines are filled with imma hit it get it got no feelings for these hoes
But in the middle say a couple nice words
Oppression comes in many forms in modern day it's conversation
Crack a joke and act as though we don't believe in that at all
This verbalization confirms the current traces of background sexism through a mental penetration
Mind f*ck right? Now when I see brushed off subtleties suddenly
I prefer to be the one uptight but this is Harkening back to when we started walking upright
They say that gender is just a construction
Of roles and relations these rules play the function
And stem from the fact that men hunted and women gathered
But today their platter is half of their male counterparts
Their bodies turn to steak when they're alone out at dark
Let him out early on a shortened punishment
But demonize the victim for the clothes she wore
Fit in the image of feminine and innocent
Or fit a ditch in this engendered war no exceptions
If you got a dick
It better be big
You better be bigger
You bet that I'm not?
Well I got the ladies
They're all on my cock
You better be dominant confident top of the list
And you better be ready to back it up with a fist
Better slam the most shots
Take the most hits
Better have the balls to f*ckin prove it
Better not cry like a little f*cking... well you get it
Why we so possessive?
Why we gotta pursue em so aggressively why we always stressing?
Why we gotta see ya boy looking over there
He's just looking he don't care but still give him hella pressure?
Getting laid is the pay in a day
Where a check is expected to measure your wealth up against other men
And the Pleasure isn't sex it's the power that we feel after proving better than all of them
If we fail then we like why can't I be like them?
Who is they? who actually got power? The president?
The answer is nobody, it's sought after, achieved
Then lost after defeat of status singularity
Cause the gold trophy's #1 and #1 is not for sharing
It's pity that we carry such a petty burden hurting you and I
To Feed this ego to become a perfect person look inside to find your control like placebo