The BBQ - Eternia, Moss, Rah Digga

This is what y’all been bloggin' 'bout right?

Uh-huh

It’s like that y’all (That y’all)

That y’all (That y’all)

That y’all (That y’all)

That y’all (That y’all)

It’s like that y’all (Like that y’all)

Like that y’all (That y’all)

Bitches and that’s all

Fiya, mixtape warin'

Shoppin' on Fordham

I be movie scorin'

Rhymin' out of boredom

Somewhere in the islands tryin' to talk to sister Lauryn

Anything less than six figures I ignore them

Hit Ventura for shrimps imported

With pimps from Florida, friends from Europe

Fuck hip hop police

Got hip hop jurors

We some hip hop purists and it just got purer

See what the game came down to since Rah left

Chicks a hot mess, Fergie all we got left

Sad story

Even the awards don' dropped the category

These rap bitches corny

99 problems my ass

Got about 99 with 99 in the flask

Mercurial bitch in '99, 10 years passed

When I’m droppin' motherfuckers still ask

Eternia, the goddess of this rap shit

And it’s obvious we got this locked cause look how it lasted

Uphill climb since I was in the baby basket

Relevant to many who don’t follow the masses

Laugh at you, cause I can do what you can do better than you

Smack a few rappers 'til they act like vegetables

Impeccable, my time for shinin' is now, incredible

So cop the record now before it’s a collectible

All natural, the way we eat the flow is intangible

Fetuses that were raised to feed the beat like animals

Matter of fact, the facts in your paper’s manufactured, not accurate

I got a whole track that can back me wit'

Blaow, I know a couple ladies that can end you right now

Skill that steady and we don’t back down

Deadly with the tool of your choice, that’s sound

Yeah, so how you like me now?"

I’m sick and tired of people askin' me why I ain’t signed

Is the industry blind or just tryin' to block my shine?

This is rap, what you industry cats forgot 'bout rhymes

It’s all 'bout dimes and I ain’t tryin' to shake my behind

Beside, mine is too big for that

I don’t fit into that

Stereotypical, hypocritical image that

I’m 'bout to bring lyrics back

Fuck playin' the stripper role

I ain’t tryin' to grip the stripper pole just to get the gold

Now all my people know Rage is the original

Lyrical black widow, put rap in the hospital

Resuscitated, you fuckin' haters

I berated and gave you a way to escape

This Planet Of The Apes

You bastards swear you bananas and wouldn’t bust grapes

Hip hop became a jungle for the monkeys and snakes

How long does it take to break through the phoney and fake?

One of the female greats

What mo' I gotta say?