Rap Battle lyrics

Round 1

[Eve:]
This ain't Milli Vanilli
You think we your puppets, that's the difference
We tryna have our own voice heard, but you ain't listening
You so high on your pedestal, thinking you got control of what you let us do
My pen is equally incredible
I'm not just looks, i'm not your pretty lil ornament
It's like Miyagi versus [?], you in the tournament
Supposed to be a Queens thing, but you made it difficult
Supposed to be a team thing, not you individual
So maybe go and get your own deal
Nobody wanna walk in your shoes, baby, we got our own heels

[Brandy:]
Uh-huh, uh
Ayo, first off, Brianna, you not on my level ever
Better go tuck the kids in and tеll 'em why daddy left 'em
Tеll 'em no fairytales and no happily ever after
Tell ya daughter her mother was more stripper than rapper
Let me quiet down to shape up
You always set your place up in this race
But show that model face without that make up
You gave a new meaning to "around the way girl"
Nasty meant lyrics, not spread your legs to the world
[Eve:]
Okay, okay
You take that, you got that one
Ayo, Eric, gimme something i can bop to

Round 2

[Eve:]
Uh, oh you wanna take it there?
Gloves off, no playing fair
Who's your baby daddy, when you met him?
C'mon, name the year
You too busy shadow boxing in the mirror to be a mom
I can give you pointers but you prolly still will get it wrong
You just got a complex, everything's a contest
Napoleon, more like dynamite, with your bomb threats
I am not the same lil Briana in that prom dress
Who caught you rockin' more than just the mic up in the projects
My mirror on the wall, huh, say I'm Michael Jackson bad
Your mirror off the wall, ugly attitude, breakin' glass
You just wanna whine and complain, drinkin' wine like a wine-o
I'm just tryna shine, ending mine on a high note

[Brandy:]
Every rapper sex toy
You decide to show up now?
Bitin' my style so you can act like the golden child
Always late for interviews, too busy up in a dude
Now you wanna write your rhymes? before money was it for you
If you wasn't pretty, everybody'd be dissin' you
Nobody's missin' you, not a visionary, nothing that you say we wanna listen to
You gotta be lyrical to spit the truth
And I can count the years that i couldn't even get you in the booth
Round 3

[Brandy:]
Ayo, first off Bri, you a mini version of me
And second of all, Jill ain't got the skills to be ill
So me writing your rhymes is a much better design
I started this group, i coulda left your ass behind
When my pen hit the pad it's on top of the charts
And now, just like your marriage, you want us to fall apart
It's jealousy and i can't even say it any clearer
You spendin' too much time in the mirror
You tryna be the mommy or a don, you a copy and a fraud
You Johnny, I'll be Bobby, my new edition is strong
So run along Tyra, we can't Bank on you
And a leader, we can't put that rank on you

[Eve:]
Ayo, stop the beat, I'ma go off top
It's called growth and maturity, you stuck in the past
A insecure scared little girl, now i'm spankin' that ass
This is a wake up call, we ain't here to go tit-for-tat
Nasty b*tches is in our image, we no longer livin' like that
But I get it, you did it to sell records, now the gimmick is done
Pullin' the wool over the people and critics like Xplicit's the only one
We 'bout to re-write our own stories and make the narrative change
To show to whole world we real Queens, not embarrassed and ashamed
My marriage has nothing to do with the stardom and fame
I honor the pain, and use it to be a Goddess and slaughter the game
All artists that gold, ain't tarnished, I'm polished and heavy
My knowledge is deadly, lyrically a problem, I'll demolish your petty
The lesson your taught me was win, and I'ma win for the crew
To teach you the lesson that everything ain't all about you