Tina Turner - Rapsody

Snow Hill made a real one

Lot of y’all front on the real 'til the bill come

What it cost to be a boss now?

A billion?

Let’s put some money together and build it

I did it all with honor the rest of y’all wanna steal shit

I’m sorry homie, we got some different ceilings

Real ones I know don’t be catching them kind of feelings

The homies get a lick, we celebrate for their brilliance

But y’all pilgrims, y’all just want to steal shit

I feel like Nat Turner reciting these God verses

I’mma play hard with or without the jersey

I’m misunderstood, yet you love Tiimmy Turner

Back in the kitchen and my wrist still turning, shit

I’m Tina Turner, I need wheels by Germans

All black everything, the color code of purrdy

Show you the beauty of it, meet me in person

The irony of it, you can’t afford an excursion

Got love for all my sisters and brothers who rocking turbans

Who don’t speakie no Ingles I’m MJ

Pen game better than Pintrest, I’m MJ

Spread my legs to fly, nope ever did that

Ain’t a goal too high if you push the rim back

I’m just a chip when this one was a scrimmage

You wrote a whole book, I could kill you with a sentence

Slavery still alive, they just changed it to a sentence

First project in a couple years, I told them I ain’t finished

Walking on water and the rest just swimming

Actin' like they don’t know me but inside you just timid

Tina Turner, Turner

Tina Turner, Turner

Tina Turner is a goddess

Science can’t explain why my flow is so solid

Black women the most educated and graduates from college

5'3″ and I’m the tallest and there’s no one that could follow

Shade don’t phase me, I sleep in a sombrero

Follow the feeling I don’t never follow arrows

Made my own path, read a different Bible

Laughed at you niggas celebrating fake titles

I seen more talent at recitals with the babies

I rock clothes that ain’t got designer labels

Roc with Jamla, I ain’t on Desiigner’s label

But my flow been good since April

2010, no matter the cost, I learn from the boss

By next year I won’t even need a pen nigga

A plane in the sky couldn’t be more fly

Waiting on the day Trayvon killer die, and Ta-Ta

Probly riding round bumpin' this real loud

Cap low with his fist in the sky screaming out

Tina Turner, Turner, Turner

Tina Turner, Turner, Turner

Tina, Tina, Tina Turner

She been working on a burner

Kill everything walking

Bodies all on the corner

Tina, Tina, Tina Turner

She been killing on a burner

Kill everything walking

Bodies all on the corner

Tina Turner, Turner, Turner

Tina Turner, Turner

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