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