Aftertaste
Arrogance in stereo, every word she said
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Aftertaste
[Verse 1]
Yo, Tracee on the couch, Michelle sippin’ that tea
Droppin’ truth bombs like the nation still in diapers, see?
“As we saw in this election, we got growin’ up to do”
America ain’t ready for a woman leadin’ the crew
“Don’t even ask me to run, y’all still scared of the skirt”
Lookin’ down from the vineyard, throwin’ that expert hurt
[Hook]
Bitter and distasteful, crown heavy on the head
Arrogance in stereo, every word she said
“We ain’t ready for a woman” – nah, keep that lecture, queen
Maybe it’s not the gender, maybe it’s the machine
[Verse 2]
Kamala had the stage, the pantsuit, the glass-ceiling talk
But the border wide open, prices moonwalk
Prosecutor smile, word-salad spin
Voters looked past the gender and said “hard pass, no win”
It ain’t chromosomes, Michelle, it’s the policies that stink
Defund vibes, fracking flips, Venezuela wink
[Hook]
Bitter and distasteful, echo through the hall
Entitlement drippin’ like paint on the wall
Do you think that maybe it’s not the genitalia so much
As it is the horrible ideas nobody wanna touch?
[Bridge – spoken, slow & direct]
Hold up… real talk
Do you think that maybe it’s not the genitalia so much
As it is the horrible ideas?
The ones that empty the wallet, lock up the block
The ones that free the criminals and cage the thought
The ones that call half the country garbage from a gilded room
While the working man chooses who escapes the doom
[Verse 3]
So keep the throne, keep the shade, keep the “you’re not evolved”
We the people already voted, mystery solved
Ain’t about what’s between the legs, never really was
It’s the ideas that make us say “hell nah, because…”
[Outro]
Bitter and distasteful – that’s the aftertaste
Same old sermon from the elite embrace
Question still hangin’ in the smoke-filled air:
Is it really the woman… or the ideas we can’t bear?
Drop the mic.
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