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letra de beware the crone - tairrie b

[intro]
(wind blows)
(a spray-paint can shakes; spraying)
“turn it up”

[verse 1]
picture a chick that’s mean
amplify the pitch and i become a scream queen
motherf-cker don’t test me, you address me
with respect or get checked like rest see
i’m possessed when i’m pissed
more scary than the omen or the exorcist
i’m sick with this, infamous when i spit
the original b-tch with the trademark lips
check your discs you’ll find me
but if ya don’t betta check your history
first dropped in 1990
one of a kind when eazy signed me
raised in the sun on that gangsta shit
and i paid my dues so don’t trip
oh, ya gotta a problem with it?
yeah, i’m back and i’ve flipped the script
to a new chapter like the rapture
get left behind or adapt your
mind to rewind and to read the signs like a pastor
before and after
the hair got blacker, the voice got deeper
i got stronger while they got weaker
cheaper, showing that -ss like trash
but i’mma come back with cl-ss
and p-ss to shed an insult to those egos
my lips are lethal
tongue deadly as a gun on the microphone
beware the crone

[verse 2]
double double, toil and trouble
my cauldron boil and bubble
with blood, sweat and honesty
blowin’ kisses to my critics like a true og
wind’s calling through the trees
hecate. i call upon thee
bind my enemies and leave them weak
from the poetry i speak
guard the circle which i cast
with a wolf to clear my path
as i go faster cause i have to
craft a rhyme designed to catch a
thief and k!ll a mockingbird
line to line and word for word
the mistress of magick will bewitch
beguile as i kick it freestyle
watch the transformation happen
from screamin’ back to rappin’
tappin’ into my intuition
on a mission, y’all keep wishin’
i’d go away but i won’t
i’m here to stay like the women’s vote
throwing up the goat as i quote macbeth
“what’s done is done” but i ain’t done yet
let that resonate like “the bell jar”
while i write my memoir
invoking smoke from the microphone
beware the crone

[chorus]
beware the crone (beware the crone)
just like medusa she will turn you to stone
i said, beware the crone (beware the crone)
just like medusa she will turn you to stone
turn you to stone, yeah…

[verse 3]
i step into the light you adjust the lens
hocus pocus i’m back again
wonder how, what, why, where the f-ck i’ve been
you can’t focus or comprehend
i transcend the underground
when the sky is black and the moon is round
i rise like the tides the sea brings
straight from the city of the angels and got wings
symbolic of a phoenix from a flame
and this dame still got game and a name
verses in my veins
givin’ birth to a new life takes pain
and labor, lots of flavor with heart
won’t compromise myself or my art
like joan of arc, i slay the microphone
beware the crone

[chorus](x2)
beware the crone (beware the crone)
just like medusa she will turn you to stone
i said, beware the crone (beware the crone)
just like medusa she will turn you to stone
turn you to stone, yeah…

[outro]
(it’s blasphemous and wicked)
as the paper burns
(it’s blasphemous and wicked)
a spell is cast
(it’s blasphemous and wicked)
the past had left a permanent mark
(it’s blasphemous and wicked)
the power of the planets have been petitioned

- tairrie b

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