"The Man's Dollar" as written by Christian Castagno, Daniel Aaron Blumenfeld, Correne Spero, Dj Sprout, Hesta Prynn and Jeremy Hand....
Before I was an MC, I had another life (whaaat?)
I used to work for the president's wife,
now my flow's so slow you can't even clock it,
give me two years my shit'll skyrocket...

I'm a radical female, astrological genius
I'll just say it once oh you'll know that I mean this
You doubt it boy, you just haven't seen us
Buy into our trap and we'll feed you to venus

No other ladies out there like us doin what we do
Can't wait to get on tv so that we could see you
If you only knew what went on in my head
You see I write rhymes at night I got the ink on my bed

I write my rhymes on the man's dollar
If you're in Times Square come and give me a holler
If you pass me on the street
Don't say what's up honey
Are you comfortable on your ass like it's not even funny
I'm not that girl
you don't wanna fuck with me
I'ma get more brutal than the NYPD

It's fun to rhyme with my friend Hesta Prynn
That's true you can say that again
Said it's fun to rhyme with my friend Hesta Prynn
Yo talk to the fist 'cause the hand is pissed

Yo Prynn lays down the iller verse
so I gotta throw down somethin even worse

In the afternoons I'll always be puffin
I'm more European than an English muffin

You gotta give mad props to Hesta Prynn
You know she'll bust a stupid rhyme with that cleft in her chin
See I sleep when I'm tired, I drink when I'm dry
You should ask Hesta Prynn bout her alibi

When you see me coming better run and duck
I rhyme about nothing and I don't give a fuck
Put other MCs in contempt of court
'cause I'm like Derek Jeter, I'ma make you stop short

Sprout on the prowl down center court
Hesta Prynn on the roof with a chocolate torte
See me? I'm just chillin and wearin my skort
Yo I wrote about the Bell Jar for my book report

It's fun to rhyme with my friend Guinea Love
Guinea Love comin at y'all from above
It's fun to rhyme with my friend Guinea Love
Yo crank up the bass and get out of my face!

Before I was an MC I had another life
Before I was an MC I had another life

Yo yo if you wanna hear me freestyle come for a ride
You know I'll take my turns smooth like my dental floss glide

Ima blow up I'm like a tickin time bomb
and you can't find that on Lycos.com

I'm Italian (what!)
like my mother
I skin that eggplant like none other

This here shit is makin me wild (wild)
Sprout's mom was a flower child (child)
I like to eat my curry mild
and that's all the rhyme that I've compiled

Just me and my girls are makin joyful noise
I'm like Dorothy Parker when I run with the boys
Yo I'ma break that shit up like Brenda and Dyllin
I write funky rhymes and you know that I'm chillin
'cause see I passed the test and now I'm able and a'willin
I got the mic in my hand so you know that I'm killin 'em
yo I'm on my way to a better day
you know the sun is out and I'm ready to play
I got the mad optimism to light my way
you see I'd spin the spider if I were the DJ

It's fun to rhyme with DJ Sprout
Yo gonna bring the rainstorm in the middle of a drought
It's fun to rhyme with DJ Sprout
'cause here is my handle and here is my spout

Hey hey
I must be the greatest
Hey hey hey
I must be the greatest
Hey hey hey
I must be the greatest
Twenty four years old
I must be the greatest

Before I was an MC I had another life
Before I was an MC I had another life
Before I was an MC I had another life
Before I was an MC I had another life


Lyrics submitted by cmano13

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