Shut Up, Listen

Haters, yo, man

All this K. Music can't rap

Just playin' me

K. Music don't write her own lyrics

My head's going everywhere

Dang, it's like

You know, I just do what I try to do

That's right

Make the folks happy

You do it, girl

Make me happy

Here we go

Shut up, listen, hip-hop is back

This chick's got a stack of the hottest tracks

Before you tell me I'm in the wrong territory

Shut up, listen to me share a story

Today it's like the whole world's jockin' her

A while ago your girl wasn't so popular

In school I was the rebel loner and a little stoner

I wasn't the known flirt givin' **** boners

I was no nerd, but I did my homework

Never hung with the bad girls, I did my own dirt

From boys I stayed away, they expected less from me

'Cause I had a braised face and I guess I dressed funky

They said I was chubby, they called me ugly

They said I was musty and made fun of my buck teeth

They say I had hair like buckwheat

And that I had chicken legs with duck feet

It never bothered me, but it affected my music

So the homely skater chick image, I had to lose it

Gave myself a face lift, got my hair braided

Bought a brand new wardrobe and lots of braces

My **** Cat told me, he showed me the ropes

And I could hang myself with 'em or go and be dope

And blow up I hope, so we rhymed 'til I had a valid flow

Then I used it to win a local talent show

And a while ago I was in L.A. at a bar

Just chillin', and got approached by an A&R

He came to my table makin' up fables

'Bout radio play and he's able to get me paid on a label

But I'm not part of a stable, I'm independent

It's been a splendid experience and I'm not finna end it

I don't wanna blow up in a minute and only have fourteen left

I do this for more respect

Neglected, rejected by my family

So I guess that's who my fans'll be

'Cause I bring flow, my show will sell constantly

Don't think so? Then go to hell with Constantine

My record's so hot, you say "No it's not"

I say "Yes it is," fuck you sexist executives

Bet you love to hear me rap nasty on the tracks

Tits on the album cover, ass cheeks on the back

Nah, K. Music's gonna chill and be free

Sign a deal, sell millions, and I still will be me

You're not gonna see my teary eyes and hear my sad voice

You're not gonna read bullshit in the tabloids

'Bout me shackin' up with this guy and that boy

Readin' how I got married, divorced, and did steroids

Some get paranoid, I'm not scared of paparazzi

They spot the proper hottie and stop to watch me

They follow in close and cause a commotion

They all wanna see this baller in motion

Now I'm stuck in your face, you say I'm dumb and I'm fake

Well you can jump in the lake or fall in the ocean

Shoot my ear to a street like a seashell

All I hear is ching ching CD sales, angry-ass females

Next time you see Kel it'll be in a detailed Escalade on Sprewells

Yellin' "Let's get paid," rap beef is so yesterday

But if a bitch attacks me I won't hesitate

To shut 'em down in 64 bars, not less than 8

You can hear her verbal murder by pressin' play

I devastate any and every track I spit on

Hip bones get gone, rip songs this long, live strong

Shit, you can love it or diss it

But either way you're gonna shut up, listen

Shut up, listen, hip-hop is back

This chick's got a stack of the hottest tracks

Before you tell me I'm in the wrong territory

Shut up, listen to me share a story

Shut up, listen, hip-hop is back

This chick's got a stack of the hottest tracks

Before you tell me I'm in the wrong territory

Shut up, listen to me share a story

I'm out