Rap Battle

Round 1

[Eve:]

This ain't Milli Vanilli

You think we your puppets, that's the difference

We tryna have our own voice heard, but you ain't listening

You so high on your pedestal, thinking you got control of what you let us do

My pen is equally incredible

I'm not just looks, i'm not your pretty lil ornament

It's like Miyagi versus Daniel, you in the tournament

Supposed to be a Queens thing, but you made it difficult

Supposed to be a team thing, not you individual

So maybe go and get your own deal

Nobody wanna walk in your shoes, baby, we got our own heels

[Brandy:]

Uh-huh, uh

Ayo, first off, Brianna, you not on my level ever

Better go tuck thе kids in and tell 'em why daddy left 'еm

Tell 'em no fairytales and no happily ever after

Tell ya daughter her mother was more stripper than rapper

Let me quiet down to shape up

You always set your place up in this race

But show that model face without that make up

You gave a new meaning to "around the way girl"

Nasty meant lyrics, not spread your legs to the world

[Eve:]

Okay, okay

You take that, you got that one

Ayo, Eric, gimme something i can bop to

Round 2

[Eve:]

Uh, oh you wanna take it there?

Gloves off, no playing fair

Who's your baby daddy, when you met him?

C'mon, name the year

You too busy shadow boxing in the mirror to be a mom

I can give you pointers but you prolly still will get it wrong

You just got a complex, everything's a contest

Napoleon, more like dynamite, with your bomb threats

I am not the same lil Briana in that prom dress

Who caught you rockin' more than just the mic up in the projects

My mirror on the wall, huh, say I'm Michael Jackson bad

Your mirror off the wall, ugly attitude, breakin' glass

You just wanna whine and complain, drinkin' wine like a wine-o

I'm just tryna shine, ending mine on a high note

[Brandy:]

Every rapper sex toy

You decide to show up now?

Bitin' my style so you can act like the golden child

Always late for interviews, too busy up in a dude

Now you wanna write your rhymes? before money was it for you

If you wasn't pretty, everybody'd be dissin' you

Nobody's missin' you, not a visionary, nothing that you say we wanna listen to

You gotta be lyrical to spit the truth

And I can count the years that i couldn't even get you in the booth

[Eve:]

Wow okay, low blows, low blows

[Taylor Sele:]

You got that one

[Eve:]

Okay

[Taylor Sele:]

Hey yo, next one takes the whole thing

[Brandy:]

You know what I want

Round 3

[Brandy:]

Ayo, first off Bri, you a mini version of me

And second of all, Jill ain't got the skills to be ill

So me writing your rhymes is a much better design

I started this group, i coulda left your ass behind

When my pen hit the pad it's on top of the charts

And now, just like your marriage, you want us to fall apart

It's jealousy and i can't even say it any clearer

You spendin' too much time in the mirror

You tryna be the mommy or a don, you a copy and a fraud

You Johnny, I'll be Bobby, my new edition is strong

So run along Tyra, we can't Bank on you

And a leader, we can't put that rank on you

[Eve:]

Ayo, stop the beat, I'ma go off top

It's called growth and maturity, you stuck in the past

A insecure scared little girl, now i'm spankin' that ass

This is a wake up call, we ain't here to go tit-for-tat

Nasty bitches is in our image, we no longer livin' like that

But I get it, you did it to sell records, now the gimmick is done

Pullin' the wool over the people and critics like Xplicit's the only lyrical one

We 'bout to re-write our own stories and make the narrative change

To show to whole world we real Queens, not embarrassed and ashamed

My marriage has nothing to do with the stardom and fame

I honor the pain, and use it to be a Goddess and slaughter the game

All artists that gold, ain't tarnished, I'm polished and heavy

My knowledge is deadly, lyrically a problem, I'll demolish your petty

The lesson your taught me was win, and I'ma win for the crew

To teach you the lesson that everything ain't all about you