Not That Hard To Explain

I got a deep seeded
Ill rooted type of pain
The same kind that made kurt blow out his f*cking brains
L boogie & tupac talking bout elliot ness
I'm talking bout elliot smith and that pain in his chest
I've got the same one resonating on my breasts
Yes i'm stressed
Even if i know that i'm blessed

And just like ms. hill
I'm on those same pills
Feeling damn due diligence
Revel in my brilliance
Now i want every single dollar of my millions
I pay my debts
Like i've paid my dues
Can't you see my knees
Man they're all black and blue

And it's true
I've crawled my way up to the top
Banging on the door of mr hip hop
Unlike you fucking hype bands waiting to flop
Just like the next "pop star" waiting to pop
Pop pop pop pop go the stars
Gimme gimme gold stars

Run baby baby, run baby baby, run for your life
It's our chance of lifetime. run!
Revolution run
Revolution run
Revolution

Maybe you got it twisted
Maybe you blinked and missed it
I'm on a mission
I wish you would listen
You want to change your life
You'd better change your position, quick
C'mon get up on to this
If i was a dude, you'd be sucking my dick
But i'm just a girl
So all you see is tits and a clit
What a sick son of a prick

Like everything else this too shall pass
Any day now you'll be kissing my ass
6 months from now i'll be taking your cash
And in the interim i'll be smoking your stash
Chief, you flaunt it
But i'm like pochahaunted you fuck my land and people and you'll never rest on it
Never rest
Never never rest on it
Never say never

Run baby baby, run baby baby
Run for your life, it's our chance of a lifetime, run
Revolution run
Revolution run
Revolution