Diana Ross, “The Boss”, is on / Face is clean, it took too damn long / Make up is out, Vogue fresh in mind / Foundation strokes, we’ll blend the lines / Throw this glitter all on my face / There’s compacts and brushes all over the place / Yes, they’ll stare, don’t hold the applause / I’m coming to slay, throw up your drawers / Keep it simple and stay the course / This body’s a temple and men are the worst / Work the pout, hold your head high / Jet black ya’ lips, smile with your eyes / You’re popular, wanted, and very charming / Cohesive, cute, adored media darling / I step to the song, the song ain’t long / So now, I’m right, all the fear was wrong / And of course they hate cause I’m confident / And I’ll kindly slay these incompetents / The shade is real and so is this leather / Designer bag, drop your comments, suggestions / And later I’ll respond, address your concerns / Words to pyre, your submissions burn / My beat is fierce, and it’s mine, the world / I am more than a boy or a girl //

I shoulda’ done this ten years ago / But I was with a man who’d never know / What it’s like to be held back and black / Stay home, he’d say, and I went for that / I shoulda’ been me twenty years ago / Instead of what Mama wanted, I was never happy / My face is apart of my art
And the music extends past these lines in my heart / Now I’m alone, most of the time / I tend to lock in and practice these lines / Sometimes they’re contour, sometimes they’re rhymes / Sometimes they hurt, but they’re always mine / I am at war with the beasts / Faces familiar, they look like me / So I divide my personality / Between what you wanted and who I have to be //

The beat is a rhythm, the beat is a shell / The beat 120, beat fierce as hell
The beat it protects, the beat transforms / The beat is familiar, the beat is my home
The beat is a feeling, I beat alone / The beat is a canvas, the beat is my art
The beat is my soul, lines from my heart / The beat is my soul, lines from my heart (2x) //

If this the beat then I’m the Princess ///