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Artist: Rapsody
Album:  Return of the B-Girl
Song:   1983
Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com

[Rapsody]
Yeah, dropped out the womb in the year nineteen eighty -
three in the hands of the D-O-C, a baby
Head noddin to the beat of momma drum crazy
Had rhythm in my soul for the nurse that would weigh me
Told Mrs. Evans like they told Mrs. Wallace
That I'll prol'ly be a pro'lem 'fore I enter kindergarten
Was a pro'lem like colic, and them preacher kids in college
No smiles, gone wild, 'fore the day I started crawling, man
To my knowledge, you niggaz ain't this polished
So let me carry on and tell you suckas how I started
Three sibling home, one mother, one father
Grew up to them oldies, Luther V, homie Marvin
No, never were we starvin, though every glass milk
wasn't from a name-brand carton, I freakin beg your pardon
My parents worked hard, many ways graveyardin
Then I come home after school - Different World, Cosby, Martin
Brought up to be smart, and smart ones are like darts
Dangerously, anger-ally, mentally apart
Drive me mad when these scabs say I'm lazy with no heart, heh
But let me chill... back to the part
I was on the schoolyard, recess in the park
Then this kid came up and he asked me like, "Uh
 'ey misses, 'ey listen on the ro-say misses
 How you get to play with them words like you play, misses?"
It's cause I'm smart and got a library card
From my momma and when I was born, the doctor said I'd be hard
So I guess described in holy, designed by God
I'd be as good with words and my flow just evolve
Year later like tot taters, fryin all of you haters
Spittin vapors like rapers, if you ain't likin the Lakers
You callin out, still for acres? I've been sharper than razors
Playa hater, I'm Kobe, faker, I coat it like blazers
The beat, and I freaked, this story of mine
Lemme take you back like spine, I was tryna get signed
High school Division 1, only Duke on my mind
But like stoop, I fell short like Muggsy Bogues of that crime
on killin that sport, and so I cradled the rhyme
Now look at lil' me at the front of the line
Killin dream killers ever dream they ever killin mine
A Wonder World, 9th Wonder, Jamla yo I'm signed
On Ka$h beat, I flush heat, been a bad girl
since I grew feet and momma leaked in '83
Dropped out the womb, head noddin to a heartbeat
Heh, now back, to the start of me
Aiyyo, I DROPPED out the womb in the year nineteen eighty -
three in the hands of the D-O-C, a baby
Head noddin to the beat of momma drum crazy
Had rhythm in my soul for the nurse that would weigh me
Told Mrs. Evans like they told Mrs. Wallace
That I'll prol'ly be a pro'lem 'fore I enter kindergarten
Was a pro'lem like colic, and them preacher kids in college
No smiles, gone wild, 'fore the day I started crawling, like POW~!

[Outro]
Ka$H... Rap Diddy...
Wonder World... The Return of another B-Girl
Ka$h... Wonder World
Enigma the Riddler on the boards for the god, hehe
Yeah, PEACE!