****THE BLACK MATTER THAT SURROUNDS YOU NOVAS, SUPER NOVAS, AND DWARFS STARS.***** I've been in the game for awhile. Left it for a minute, kept dreamin up verses in my sleep....ignored it, then was approached by a friend and told the game needs me. But I don't like the game...I like hip-hop. I honestly think about it and get butterflies! I get on stage and they try to figure out how black matter is able to shine! I've lived in a lot of states, born over seas. If they go back to investigate, everyone will say....THAT RAPPER CHICK!!! I've been in numerous groups, been in some videos, been approached with some deals, had big label execs signing there name to get me released on bail. I'm looking for Mr./Mrs. who representing hip-hop right. That means you looking out for the team. I gotta a lot of fresh ideas from composing a song to bettering a nation. Write my own material, would ghost write hoochie songs. Any other field I take on would probably be directing videos. But I ain't no pussy, punk bitch. You not gonna hear me on some sucka for love shit. I like to freestyle but hoe niggas can't take it and like to hit.....So I got into martial arts. When the hate load gets great, I resort to the punchin bag. Push all the weights up on the leg press...so you would want to stay away from the round house. With six brothers and numerous play brothers from state to state it's fair to say I'm rough. I'm a Scorpio sun and moon. So my stinger is always in a strike position! I ain't no gay girl thou. So the pic is a lil welcome to my feminine side...Fellas...WELCOME!!! We grew up broke as fuck! Dumpster diving for day old food tossed out by grocery stores ( nowadays you even gotta buy that shit) or having to settle for just picking chammomile flowers that grew wild out in the front yard..make some tea n shit. I'm hungry like that for hip-hop. Powdered eggs and farina!! Can I get a heeeeyyy!!!.....FUCK BLOCK CHEESE. Like that made off the block cheese!!!! A lil taste got me real money hungry. I'm done having my runnins with the po's, i.e. runnin out of banks, pullin cap guns on off duty L.A. sherriffs, high speed chases in hyndia's, damm near bout to get shot on some silly shit. Now I just don't get caught!! (Ha-Ha....just playin snitches!!!) I really didn't have to get grimey with the street hustle til I had seeds, being a single mom, with no fam. around. Kinda got hood adopted. Proud mother of two. Son came out the incubator talkin', daughter was bossin' and punkin the nurses 12 hours after birth. Be like whoa!! These kids a trip. Play my tracks so much my daughter can spit it. Everything bout us can be vicious! Motha fuckas love me too death, once they get to know me. Some of they problems is not knowing how to deal with a real woman. I'm the type to be in the house for years, decide to go out and meet the tightest of connects. I could name names....but what's the point. I'm in a new city, leaking with potential. Right now I'm Re-couping from the punch of a fire and a concussion. You can't go hard if your home so...I'll be out and about in a minute. When the name start buzzing on the streets, you can say you heard it hear first! Not me the rapper...but that I was coming out my shell....not the bullet proof......just going back out to open mic's n shit.... Others just got that natural hate that hate made for me. There's about 15 of them mothafuckas around here now voting me down, scared of the competition. Some of them even had the nerve to hop in my box and beg for a vote and not return the favor. Like I can't count a vote. I'm quick to spit out some fightin words. I'd rather be low on the numbers and see if someone really votes...after they done asked or if they worthy of respect. Some even lied and said they did vote, and I was glad to see the bitch in em. So don't hop in my mail in a b-boy pose, then pull up you skirt and expose ya nuts. Come in beatin ya chest then take off ya shirt and you gotta push up bra on. Nut-huggin, ball-gobblin' bitches! You won't like my next step if you come in here frontin'... That rounds over. I'm the type to stand up when a nigga wanna eat my pussy...let him get low, then drop a elbow on his bitch ass...cross-face cross-face!!! Luv that UFC shit... Oh...I really don't like to cuss in my rhymes, 1 always seem to slide in thou. *Note*- THE LITTLE ZION MANOR CANDYLADY AIN'T GOT NO MOTHAFUCKIN SENSE!!! I'M NOT THE ONE WHO SHOULD BE MISTAKEN...some stifle it and others see the potential. Been highly intelligent... I.E. couldn't get past pre-algebra in school, but I'm a MCSE/MCP. 1 teacher sucked and the other 1 could teach me trig. in a day. I asked my science teacher is 7th grade what's the black stuff in between the stars? He said nothing and Einstien and the discovery channel say it's expanding the universe. I absorb whatevers brought my way. Anything you don't understand....just google it and get a new wrinkle in ya brain!! I've been able to chop it up with a couple of real ones, that's what I respect. Opinions and feed back, hit someone in my tops if that's what ya need. Others that feelt hey worthy...holla! A real man/woman knows who he is, so these words don't effect him. YOU HOES CAN DELETE YA SELF'S IF YOU FEEL THE NEED. I DON'T NEED TO KEEP MY ENEMIES CLOSE IF I GOT A SCOPE!....KILLA CALI TAUGHT ME THAT!!! IT'S THE QUAKERS VS. THE REPUBICKLANS!!! YA'LL GO VOTE ON THE PRESIDENTIAL ELECTIONS NOV. 4TH!!!