See I don’t want to say that this is the end
I’ll end by saying this is where we’ll begin
Hip hop is a freedom of expression, not a freedom of depression
Can I make my one suggestion?
Look at how we’re labeled gangsta rappers
Is that their only impression? Wake up
Rappers are craft art in a rapper’s sport
Someone like a game of basketball can’t be taught
But yet we accept the name thug, like that’s fly
See how they covered our eyes, give us names to separate us
Sit back and watch us beef and make us hate us
Say what, I'm done talkin'
Mary J. Blige, let ‘em know this is not a test, I hear you calling
What you hear is not a test
I’m rocking to the beat
(I’m rocking to the beat)
See me and my crew and my friends
We’re gonna try to move your feet
(Move around, move around)
See I am Mary Blige and I’d like to say, hello
(Yea I am, thank you for inviting me)
To the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow
(Yea everybody)
But first you gotta
But first you gotta
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