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This ain't Millie with Nelly. You think we your puppets? That's the difference. We trying to 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 ain't just looks. I'm not a pretty little ornament. It's like Miyagi versus Daniel in the tournament. Supposed to be a queen's 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 gotta own heels. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Hey, your first off, Brianna. You not on my level ever. Better go tuck the kids in and tell them why daddy left them. Tell them no fairy tales or no happily ever after. Tell your daughter her mother was more a stripper than rapper. They quiet down and shape up. You always set the face up in a space but show that model face without that makeup. You gave new meaning to around the way girl. Nasty meant lyrics not spread your legs to the world. Eric, give me some I could bop to. Oh, you wanna take it there? Gloves off, no playing fair. Who's your baby daddy? When you met him? Come on, name him yet. You too busy shadow boxing in the mirror to be your mom. I can give you pointers, but you probably still better it wrong. You just got a complex. Everything's a context. Napoleon, more like dynamite with your bomb threats. I am not the same little Rihanna in that prom dress who caught you rocking. More than just a mic opening the projects. My mirror on the wall, Say I'm Michael Jackson, babe. Your mirror off the wall. Ugly attitude, breaking glass. You just wanna whine and complain. Drinking wine like a wino. I'm just trying to shine in demand on the high. We wrap a sex toy. You decide to show up no. Bite in my style so you can act with you the golden child. Always late for interviews, too busy up in the do. Now you wanna write your rhymes before money was it for you. If you wasn't pretty, everybody best just in you. Nobody's missing, you're not a visionary. Nothing that you say we wanna listen to. You gotta be lyrical to split the truth, and I can count the years I couldn't even get you in the booth. Wow. Hey, yo. Next one takes the whole thing. You know what I want. Let's go. Hey, yo. First off, Bree, 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 could've left your ass behind. When my pen hit the pad, it's only top of the charts. And now best like your marriage, you want us to fall apart. Wow. It's jealousy, and I can't even say it any clearer. You're spending too much time in the mirror. You're trying to better mommy or a don. You worse copy and a fraud. You Johnny Abi Bobby, my new addition is strong. So run along, Tyra. We can't bank on you. And Alita, we can't put tier rank on you. What's good music family? Happy Wednesday, man. I hope y'all doing good, having a good day. Hey. I don't know if y'all remember the show Queens, man. Y'all remember this show? Do y'all remember this rap battle? Now I know it's a TV show, man. I know. I know. But I think they still went crazy, so we're gonna have a little fun with this. I did not know Brandy's rap voice was like this. I might have to go Brandy on this. Who y'all think won this rap battle, man?