(feat. Bahamadia)



[Verse One: Princess Superstar]

Don't censor me I live like a saint

I meditate every morning drink carrot juice I'm hardly late

Try censoring your candidate who gets head under the desk

If that's what you get you can bet I wanna be the next prez

I deserve the best and if you think my lyrics are incendiary

I'll go back to being an insipid secretary

Won't inspire no one, then the world will be safe

I'll just use words to talk about how Microsoft Word is so great

I feel bad that everyone is crazy and kids are smokin crack

I also feel bad that Michael Angelo might have hurt his back

And what if there were no tracts for Shakespeare or wax

For Flash no road for Kerouac

There might not have been rap

Leave us alone make your own family a better place

How much hate could we eliminate if you were down with your kids' mix tapes

It must have been fate that brought me to this game

So let's gain use the platform for something more than Phat Farm

Sing about the Bling Bling Sing to help em outta

Sing Sing turn your beepers off ring ring

I'm getting sicker here's the kicker fuck your Advisory Sticker

I'm advise to stick 'this CD made by Seagram's Liquor'



[Chorus: Princess Superstar (Bahamadia)]

You're puttin too much weight into words (too much weight)

And there's too much hate in this world (too much hate)



[Verse Two: Princess Superstar]

Stop blamin us for all the pain and stuff

Fuck, shit man, it's just a cuss we ain't that dangerous

For every song that supposedly maimed someone's life

There's a million songs that changed someone's life

Change your mind chains in your mind

People dyin gets defined by parents who lie and hurt their child

Dot commers don't affect migrant farmers

Bronx Bombers get paid enough to help all the baby mamas

I'm a vomit this 'til all the lobbyists in congresses

Keep their promises and the artists are all real artists

And the fathers finish what the fuck they started

Comma comma what the hell do I know

I'm just an MC getting real damn busy on the mic

Getting all up in a tizzy

I might just shutup and brag on how I keep my rhymes tight

Cuz that's what's selling tonight



[Interlude Chorus: Princess Superstar]

You puttin too much weight into words

And there's too much hate in this world



[Repeat Chorus]



[Verse Three: Bahamadia]

This vocalized opes got the whole globe upset

Authoritive figures wanna take it outta contents

Freedom of speech but choppin off this nonsense

I expose the truth to hate whoever wants it?

Life experiences in put into deliverel contents

Sometimes it's negative and sometimes it positive

Bare my soul like it were a sacrificial offering

Stealing off the label that's escapable regardless

Chested artists and the world I play a part in

Makin it harden, how many hearts are made of hearten?



[Chorus x2]



[Music plays til fade]