Hook:
Work, work
Put in work, make it work, gone and work, get it work
Put in work, make it work, gone and work, get it work
Put in work, make it work, gone and work, get it work
I’m putting work in, ‘til they close the curtain, gone go berserk then, giving them a hurting
I’m putting work in, ‘til they close the curtain, gone go berserk then, giving them a hurting
I’m putting work in, ‘til they close the curtain, gone go berserk then, giving them a hurting
I’m putting work in, ‘til they close the curtain, gone go berserk then, giving them a hurting
Verse 1:
I’m from the seed of blackness
Check out the lean in my stature
I’m certified, seen with binoculars
You could never find another Queen who can capture
From the temples to the ghettos slums get ‘em enraptured
I'm a trail blazer
I'm a hell raiser
I'm already major
I don't need no favors
I got 7 black ass names to choke your tongue
I got a calling on my life that will get you done
I’m deeply rooted
My scalp ain’t never a felt no perm
I’m darkly suited
Like I'm back from a case adjourned
Black as the hole in ya mama’s universe
where you was formed
The point of no return
where field niggas are born
Branded by the scorn,
lusting black body porn
Master’s Brown babies
scattered ‘round like corn
Henrietta Lacks
Eve gene what I'm on
We some super blacks DC/Bmore
Stand up in the back, where you at hardcore
Now get ‘em on the floor, get ‘em get ‘em on the floor
Hook:
Make it work, gone and work, get it work, put in work
Make it work, gone and work, get it work, put in work
I’m putting work in, ‘til they close the curtain, gone go berserk then, giving them a hurting
I’m putting work in, ‘til they close the curtain, gone go berserk then, giving them a hurting
Verse 2:
I’m too saucy bitch get off me
You couldn’t even deal
with the shit this cost me
I was black back when black wasn't a trend
I was too black for you new blacks to let me in
You was scared I would say something
that might offend
A little black is an accent
A lot of black is threatening
Most of y’all are too scared to be yourselves
You’d rather trade your freedom in
for a comfortable cell
And I get it, you’ve worked hard
for the spot you got
Ain’t trying to have no field nigga
making the block hot
You surprised I’m still alive
and better than ever
Shining like new money
still upsetting the setup, ha
Queen of Culture
Bringing dis-ease to you vultures
Watching me like a pin up poster
Copying my steez like a counterfeit sculpture
But that God frequency just dripping off her
Alhamdulillah
High priestess of these bars
I'm a quadruple threat
Nebular super star
I’m too big to stay in my lane
Murder you all
I'm staking my claim, I’m a hurricane avatar
This ain’t that palatable black
Manageable tact
Matter fact
It’s that Hannibal attack
Flammable ‘gnac in your back
This ain’t that knee bent, kente cloth accent for Appeasement
This that chain shattering black, take a moment for Bereavement
credits
from Vintage Babies II: Queen Of Culture,
track released June 18, 2021
11. WORK
Written & Performed by M. Youssef
Produced by DJ Dummy
Additional instrumentation
Guitars by Darnell “Showcase” Taylor
Mixed by Trayvon Hill
Maimouna Youssef aka "Mumu Fresh" is a Grammy nominated seasoned singer, emcee, songwriter and producer. She received a
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