Lyrics:
VERSE 1 (Swamburger)
Our bond is whole. im half percent of a circle
One is the x chromosome, the second is Y
Genetically we carry on one or the other
To multiples the same organically. Un-theoretically
I'm particles, DNA in sky, whom partakes in pie r squared
I fraction cubes to study within a cubicle
Reading square books of circular pairs plus pupils
Time will fix the tour in each that has a biological tic
While my astrological history defines its
Fossils of both from half to whole
Remember the circle, searching self by three point one four
-(heart, soul, and mind). all of which i question its ability
Why and how does it function?
We keep fertile with fertility, (the newly born)
And walk storms of the expensively priced uniform
But never no more
Night sheds by dream wars chanting
"Save sacrifice for the hollow body gone."
Chrome will shield some plastic thought
Law is looked upon in dyslexia state to form the wal(L)
Those on top literally throw stereotypes on all y'all
b**h used to be a dog, now dog is man's best friend
Cause it can follow command
Notice command can't be without the word man
The keyword for mankind
Wooo man! what about the woman
I guess she remains a b**h
And mother earth preserves
And then becomes a planet
If it really is a man's world then he must've planned it
HOOK:
Man is a man which manhandles mankind mentoring mental(s), Mandating minutes monthly. mentioning manipulating messages Of famine manning men, commanding mannerisms, managing Manly mandatory maneuvers or else
Many will label you and woman, too
Which would you rather be? womb or wounded?
Inclusion's excluded from important and potent reference
Even useful uses other than household duties
VERSE 2 (Alexandrah)
Woman's wished existence is washed away with war
When wicked wizardry's wrestled the earth from its core
Goddess practice from its axis...
Our bond is whole, I'm the other half percent of the circle
So why do I not collect my equally earned respect?
Blame is on society, blame it on me, or blame it on neglect
But I will not accept it anymore, what's in store for those of you
In competition with ideal vision is that I refuse your place for me of being used aesthetically
Only
I'm not your tits and a** in videos
Your makeup, high-heel
Pantyhose-wearing b**h to get with
I'm not your p**nographic misfit sitting still
Til you don't need we around
When I was created, no other was denied
Addition's never missed with those in touch enough for life
You tried to read between the lines of already-fatal flaws
Written as law, and spit as right --
But what's wrong, is that you've all believed it for so long
My word's no longer prophecy, just an independent woman's song
I'm speaking out against twists of truth, but to so many people
I'm just another pretty voice
I want a truce, let's speculate you could witness weary women spilling
Out their hearts, would you change for the better everything it is you do?
Do you have courage enough to speak your truth?
Alter your ego and express the proof?
Give credit to the blessings that originally matched
Tap into you, and come thru at last...
HOOK
VERSE 3 (Swamburger & Alexandrah)
Since sin is tense my sentence feels ten times stronger than ten cents for my every reply against your sin like violence and mis-education. false representation that's costing a nation of children lost in fallacy gaps. fantasy maps without path and teachers that don't know the math. now you can be good but don't front like you bad cause others will follow your path. and what will you tell them cool? watch what I say but not what I do? intention is half of the rule when you mention or demand attention to carry the vision of highest intentions beyond comprehension or greatest inventions. you ask me to listen and so now I do. but your deeds don't match the catch of your phrase. that's why I don't understand you... that's why I don't understand you
Now when will we get to the end of intense, sentence, vengeance, dense sense of intelli-gents?
Send me your answer right now
Optimistic plus sizes, berated by accepted belittling false-statementals
Under ceased and overweight, they gain permanence worthy of notation
By struggling artist wanna-bes getting paid to do the same;
It creates painful extractions of reality from conversation, substance from relation
Sincerity from grace
A magazine of imagery's distribution won't reinstate justifying pridefuls
Reason vengeance isn't hate
Beauty in falsehood, opinion as such, love as coincidence, consequence with luck
Because the effect can't off-balance a message sent
Not by our people, but through them; certain, earnest, and collected