This is a song about "Woman s rights"

This is my skill, i'm making a choice

The mission, fight for my rights like the beastie boys,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Our rights are what seem to be irrelevant

Wave high to the ritalin regiment

A few rights restricted you won't miss these

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Hand to hand in the cold

S queezys very bold

And bijies like im out and

My g"s have been handcuffed,

Paper planes, long flights

Remember stand up for ur rights

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time