Arrogance in stereo, every word she said

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.