Fine balance When I open the door It’s my atlas I’ll give you a tour Red, black The colors of war les miserables what you fighting for? split up my mind a bed, a drawer place inside what I find curve ‘round to the core color of blood the price of freedom desires flood but no one can see ‘em Everything I do, I do it for the crown I do it for the microphone, I do it for the crowd I’ll always be royal, Lord! at least in this place where I place all things tidy, disgrace in a case it’s a blueprint for movement it’s a proven illusion to help with confusion I use it, a student I’m fluent in amusement I’m not a pollutant I’m trying for improvement, a solution. Motivate me, pygmalion and hate me, Australian. I’m free and in love, privacy is so alien. I’m like frat bros and pirates on an all-booty diet which consists of karats of all shapes and sizes. But I’m pious. New classic ain’t classy In fact it’s kinda crappy I’m planning a coup so move over that fatty Fatty like jelly fatty like cheese so bring the red wine and the music, please Nobody knows that this is logical, though I’m an astronomical obstacle, you’re a prodigal hoe and you’re a comical foe you’re pathological, snow you’re inaudible take a diabolical blow. Oh. I smell some doubts my worldview’s in the kitchen by the sauerkraut and it’s a sour route this path that we’re taking all ‘bout power and clout And I’m sick of norms, laws, and pressures That tell me that I gotta be precious that use all these measures that count my successes that put me in makeup and squeeze me in dresses what they say to me, it soaks through my skin 1%? no, I only drink skim but the din, but the din! oh, deadly sin! oh, oh, oh it’s all starting to spin. chagrin, chagrin, she grin, she grin? ohh she looks happy she says I look thin but that’s unhealthy for her I fear imminent decay trapped in suburbia, trapped in ennui Got my apple, took a bite, I’m obsessed but it’s poison, Snow White, I confess. I’m sucked into a world of illusion of inclusion an intrusion every day between us and other humans. my palms dripping sweat I’m like Neo, now it’s all a game of chess track the rabbit down. You brag about all of the craziest things money, money, money, you think you’re a queen twerking. appropriation machine and the word “ratchet,” changed what it means and then there’s me tryna be an MC female, white, and Jewish we can probably agree I’m a guest in this space and no matter what I do, there’s gonna be hate But I remember the days when I didn’t have to worry sister, brother, me flew through years in a hurry, a flurry everything was perfect, everything was balanced all we did was worth it, nothing was with malice memories of summer, memories of august fireflies, mother, safety, cautious memories comfort me and feed imagination so welcome to my fairytale welcome to my creation

Must I bend every rule, disobey authority to create something new, something worth your listening? Must I shock or astonish, like the Manet painting that nearly caused a riot, like the Rite of Spring? Must I be as singularly focused as Bill Cunningham, as outrageously courageous as those women and their prams? Must I cut myself off like JD Salinger? Should I have dropped out of school, like Passenger? What makes ReMC dramatically different? And how can I make them see this radical spirit has so much farther to go, but feels already near it. So far away from the gold, obsessing about appearance. All those extra jelly beans, how will I use ‘em? Will I listen to what you’re telling me, or will I abuse ‘em? What will ReMC’s Wikipedia say? Or will there be nothing, just sepia days? Why is it so hard to follow my heart? It’s taken me so far, but I haven’t even started to unlock the potential of my mind. It’s hardened by all these expectations around me. So pardon. business casual-ties so many dreams deferred in these professional ways vortex of briefcases and ties but how can I complain? That’s privilege. I… fear I will fear I will fear I will fear. but that fear isn’t getting me anywhere nearer. Any life in the arts is hard, so they say. Impossible and stressful. Odds against you. Afraid. What do you thin-slice from a glance at my face? What are the insights, subconscious take-aways? Must I follow in the footsteps of all the greatest greats or can I try something else, my own makeshift ways? Address me, call me Rebecca. She used to rhyme all these simple words a Capella. ReMC is my Tyler, call her a fighter. subverting the vulnerability that’s human inside her Am I strong enough to chase my dreams without looking back? I’m on the subway writing lyrics, 9-5 I can’t tap into the creativity that’s burning my stomach I want to make art, so how come I’m running from it? Oh Red Queen! Color my life. Color my music, color my sight! Color me ReMC, give me might. looking-glass world, wrong is right. Red of innovation, Teach Alice to play the game and transform her to a queen like you. Glass, part with the flame. I am strong, I am a rapper, and I'll tell you I'm proud I’ll be wrong, I will be backwards, and I will be loud. I am a woman. Yes, I am woman, yes. Nothing more, nothing less, bone and blood and flesh. Run to it, run to it, run...

VERSE: A heroine or a villain? Am I chillen, or I killin em? I makin’ a millin’ 187 in the buildin’ Got more game in this biz than E A Red velvet flames when I spit, a heat wave C’mon Iggy You washy wishy They only watch you vids fa ya booty and ya titties And where that voice from? Didn’t get it from your mum. Everybody be like “A white girl with a bum.” Imana be one of yo favs, bitch Imana teach you to behave, bitch Imana whup ya to the pavement Cuz when you see me lookin at you, you gonna taste it I go any direction I please, Forward, back, diagonally. I am the most powerful piece Lil pawns can’t catch up to me URSULA: Now I'm angry! Time to teach you some RESPECT. CHORUS: Green witch, Red Queen No freedom left in my reign Jesus, insane! Behemoth of the rap game. I make green bitch, red queen I got genius blood in my veins Jesus, insane! Behemoth of the rap game. VERSE: I’m on color but not for long! Imana take over you fucking pawns. I’m a baller, the fucking bomb. Rack up the dollars, the whole fucking lawn. I’m a scholar, your white collars are dumb. I’m a monarch, I’m Genghis Khan! Imana stall her Til she’s fucking gone. New classic? Fucking yawn. *bitch* Imana make it reina Nimble as a fucking ballerina Faster than a fucking hyena better listen to me spit, subpoena. Yeah I'm self-absorbed, it's like I'm made out of Bounty. I'm inherently kind. I hunt rappers for the county. CHORUS: Green witch, Red Queen No freedom left in my reign Jesus, insane! Behemoth of the rap game. I make green bitch, red queen I got genius blood in my veins Jesus, insane! Behemoth of the rap game. VERSE: I’m a sinner 702, I’m a winner I’m in the zoo, I’m an animal Need my fuel, ‘cause I’m Hannibal. Your majesty, your highness Out of all the world’s vaginas We pick yours, the finest We truly need your guidance. Empress So much success I’m the best in chess, I go next. I’m so blessed, I focus. You’ve noticed. I rip em apart like a T Rex I never look back, no regrets And this shit so good, you reread Like man I wish I could be red! I’m the world-wide-web you’re print-ass media I’m raw cane sugar you’re fucking stevia Stationary on stationery The red queen effect is real scary. I’m something new, you’re ordinary. Purple cow, extraordinary. Golden, you’re just honorary Behold my social commentary / News title That new style that ReMC’s rockin’, that new rival Take over your dreams. That’s a REM Cycle Rough period for ya? Take ten Midol. Ratchet all the way up to my level. Don’t let your hands be fuckin idle. ‘Dause that’s the workshop of the devi.l I move fast, break shit, be careful. CHORUS

CHORUS I can be ratchet. Take that booty and smack it. In fact it's just math, it's all my big ass assets. I'm a fucking catch, it's just plain fact, it's not magic, bitch. It's my fucking habit. VERSE 1 Up and learned how to shake it. Nah girl, she can't fake it. Wear a culture like a bracelet. It's couture, she can't erase it. Got a Vegas past and an LA crass way about me. Don't doubt me. Check out me, Howdy, ask out, dine out me. Hear out me. Got a lot I'd say I'd Command+Z But fuck regrets, so come and see-- Don't get so chill. I'm a hot commodity. I'm different, bitch. I'm an oddity. Follow me. You wannabe, I got autonomy. This is probably comedy. Yeah, it's fucking comedy. I flow with velocity. I mean constantly. Imma be honest. I don't do religiosity. Hell no, Scientology. Fuck you, theology. To hell with terminology. I'm a curiosity. You ougtta fuckin' study me. Angles, geometry. Culture, anthropology. Intelligent, psychology. Write my biography. I'm a true anomaly. Look at my neurology. A novelty. Monstrosity. Hypocrisy. M-monstrosity. H-Hypocrisy. CHORUS Yo, I can be ratchet. Take that booty and smack it. In fact it's just math, it's all my big ass assets. I'm a fucking catch. It's just plain fact. It's not magic, bitch. It's my fucking habit. VERSE 2 Anyway, just like Ron Burgundy, fuckin' rich as mahogany. Master of the ceremonies. ReMC, I got control, see. Don't you c-copy me. This is m-m-my anthem to me. I'm a rich bitch, I've been collecting tips, and by that I don't just mean cash, bitch! True, I study that Great D. I'm not talking 'bout the Depression, bitch. Take it as a fucking confession, yeah. I hope you getting this message. My scent's up in your senses. Got my own bubble on the census. 'Cause like the ring, I'm so fucking precious. But you know you gotta be cautious. Find a niche, fill it. Feel the beat, kill it. And don't fuckin' steal it, 'cause I'm gonna grill it. Drill it into your mind. Got these rhymes in my mind. These double entendres fillin' the sound of-- Gimme the mike, it make me excited. Not gonna fight it. I invite it. Make a surprise hit. Up and bite it. That's how I write it. Cite it. Dress me in a cloak of lead. It's all a joke, that's what I said. Be overblown to stay ahead. ReMC, I'm the Queen of Red. And I stole that from Del Rey. Just send me to hell, k? It just worked well, hey. I hope her fans don't kill me. CHORUS (3x) VERSE 3 The most humble damn person in this damn world. The best damn version of a humble girl. A manifestation of perfect creation, a beautiful occasion to celebrate my place on Earth. No end to my worth. And I see perfection in every reflection, in every damn window that I damn pass by. And I think well, damn, I'm so damn hot, so damn dope, so damn fly. I smile and shake it, 'cause you know I'll make it. You better know I'm great. I'll be a star one day, yeah. You just gotta wait, oh, escalator, elevator, plane, train, lane change-- no matter the place, just remember my face, 'cause someday I'll be great. I'll be great, I'll be great! Admire me like an admiral 'cause you know it's fuckin' natural. No dye, tan beds, or Adderall. It's really not that radical. I'm rational, I'm magical, I'm cultural, multilateral. It's actual, I'm masterful. Gotcha catch 'em all, I profess it all. I'm professional, unforgettable. For the most part, I'm original. Respectable, sensational. So special. It's intentional. And ratchet. So ratchet. Take that booty and smack it. You know, bitch. It's my fucking habit.

ReMC: Doctor, I hope you can help me. I think I have a problem. Doctor: Tell me, ReMC. What's on your mind? So, Every single time I see a boy with a butt I'm like, damn di-dee damn damn, like what Got a beauty of a bootay, like yeah, strut. Baby can I touch it? Like, just once? That gluteous maximus Booty is fabulous Muscular heinie Posterior baby I'm going crazy G-going crazy That b-b-b-b-b-boy booty. Listen, this is fair and square I'm kind of obsessed with your derriere. Just like Kevin Bacon in Invisible Man and heaven Jake in Jarhead, I'm a fan. Look up Cosmo, boy buns of the year I'm all up on yo tumblr bout da rear My thoughts is how many squatses you clear to get perfect melons, that behind gear. Football team, with their backs to the bleachers Eyes on the game, my eyes on their features Woozy, floozy, when they on duty Line em up, yeah, double bubble booty. Laffy taffy come in so many flavors Flash me, daddy, lap it up, no chasers I don't care if they dumb or if they make messes Gimme a bum, those A-S-S'es BOY BOOTAY Badonkadonkees, they fit, they chunky Can I squeeze her, please sir? Gonna get me lucky. Culo, cocos, nalgas, tachat, grupas Yashban, badal, tuches, burbujas And shake it, shake it, shake it on a pole Lemme spank it, spank it, spank it to the flo' and I like it, like it, like it, like whoa. That cake it, cake it, cake, it's so full. Lemme lick you baby, like an ice cream cone From that chasm of a crack to the tip of your nose Wanna taste it, face it I'mma hit those bases All up on you, and you know I ace it Impeach me, seize me, yeah you know I'm guilty. 'Cause yo' peachy please me, and I'm thinking filthy. I don't care if they dumb, if they make messes Gimme a bum, those A-S-S'es BOY BOOTAY That mean, mean cantaloupe in those jeans Teach me how to elope with those cheeks I'm dreaming that I'm married And my hubby is your fanny I found you, mister booty Yeah. I'm a groupie. Lemme touch the tush, touch the tush, bootylicious man! Baseball boys, like stretch it, fetchin' in my opinion, callipygian. From one to five, give you a million Dominant booty, mixolydian Love it til I'm an octogenarian Crack just like the prime meridian Sizzlin', fizzlin' sprinkle it with cinnamon Lick it so it's glistenin' Ah, so rivetin' Double bubble booty trouble Hubba bubba booty bubble... A-S-S'es! Bootylicious man ;)

VERSE I know French. I insist you put baguettes on your shopping list. I’m a mensche. I’m the best. Meet all the boys and I’m like “next.” In Hawaii on vacation say goodbye, education No reply to accusations Just comply with temptations Like Moses, I’m in denial ‘scape to this lifestyle. I’ll be on my isle. Coughing up affluenza bile. Crashed daddy’s Maseratti in an LA safari it was a dead end street I'm just living out Taylor’s beats! CHORUS I know I’m classy, I do. Ew. E A U. All my vowels, so cute. Ew. E A U. VERSE Pow! Look at me! Onomatopoeia! Now, servant please. Bring me a sangria. Rite of spring, yeah I’ll start a riot. Losing my mind, on a liquid diet! Yep, all juice. Gotta let loose. Get that body bikini ready with just a touch of abuse… CHORUS I know I’m classy, I do. Ew. E A U. All my vowels, so cute. Ew. E A U. VERSE Read the news, and I’m like whoa. I mean, bout shoes. And bout clothes. I bring the booze, I bring da hoes Sail da cruise, break the laws! Here with my bitches, forget the FOMO. Spend all our riches, we’re like YOLO. Pregamin’ up in my apartment, though thinkin’ about all o’ my portmanteaus All my frenemies backstabbin’ jealousy any real friends? Yeah my bffl Emily. she drinks with me, she cries with me, she’ll probably even die with me. Ew, that was morbid. I’ll stop. She’s like ratchet. I’m like not. I’ve got assets, like a yacht. Celebutante, that’s when I thought: CHORUS I know I’m classy, I do. Ew. E A U. All my vowels, so cute. Ew. E A U. VERSE OMG. LOL. I’m sure I’d win the classy Nobel. I’m trendy, and elegant, mademoiselle Born in New Orleans, southern belle. Sophisticated, underrated. True my ego is inflated. Beauty queen. My routine? Signature vanilla bean. Fashimite, I don’t bite, I think I am quite polite. Madame. Always glam. 1% Uncle Sam. Here’s some fertilizer. Grow the hell up. Order appetizers ‘fore sup. Wear a chapeau with a little plume Gonna find a beau, gonna catch him soon Build a chateau, paper moon Look in the trumeau. Swoon. I play the flute. They call me cute. Own six pantsuits. ewwwwwww

VERSE 1 You’re stuck in mediocrity I’m stuck in my hypocrisy A poverty of properties Not hercules not socrates But it’s a democracy But we have commodities So gimme gimme honesty Gimme gimme policies A mockery economy Built on colonies Property of the lottery Property of monopoly But I have my parties don’t think about atrocities Just be in monotony I don’t care, my apologies And I’m buried in cacophony but within the c-coffin, me. But suddenly and audibly I’m feelin’ hearin’ prosody Processing frivolity, impossibly the animosity of lethargy softens me, sedentary My apology. VERSE 2 Read the news, I’m astounded Not quite sure, we’re just roundin’ A hundred or two hundred thousand What’s one life, or a dozen? Declare war objectives messy. Pride and money, like Walt and Jesse? Can’t do nothing, don’t address me. Block out the wails, won’t hear the banshee. Early early it’s 2:30 in the mornin’ my lack of sleep because I just cannot keep up with the studying I haven’t done yet is it even worth it, haven’t even started but I’m so exhausted from it. so exhausted from it. I’m obsessed with the A I mean the list and the grade Hole up and study for days Look up up up Tina Fey And while our world is ablaze I’m in an Internet daze A generation in a haze A decayed decade. What do you do? Not shit, do you? Armchair activist, a like or two. Copy this, don’t know what I miss. All I know, ignorance is bliss. Scrutinize, eulogize-- how you want me to revolutionize? I can use my eyes, I can humanize, but what you want me to utilize? So you just call me cynical For every single sin I call out. It’s unpredictable this world, it’s inexplicable. you know it’s unforgiveable, but you tell me it’s typical despicable, not fixable I can’t perform no miracles Stuck in mediocrity Stuck in my hypocrisy Keep spewing the right facts-a Keep sight on the right track-a Gotta, gotta adapt-a Keep on moving faster, Don’t let no one be your master No one be your master Keep on keeping your face You gotta run to stay in place You do abide by the Red Queen You think she know what she mean But Alice, a fallacy? No malice, but you fail to see It’s all from biology It’s still possible to break free VERSE 3 But a word is just the surface Find my way in this circus. Dystopic, Anthony Burgess And I’m nervous, nervous, nervous. And I’m guilty I’m not using my abilities make clean what is filthy make good what is cruelty And I’m writing these verses Not an argument, not versus you or me, just observe is what I ask. What’s your purpose? Ignorant and distant. I feel now, the future in the instant. Is it bliss? Is it?

LYRICS I’m only in the present I only see the now I’m looking toward the future I can’t be hitting pound Imagination growing Or slowing, I’m not sure Must take time to remember Unlock my own shut doors If I could pick a place Reach into my memories I'd go back to that house, by the beach, Long Island dreams Fairytale calm, no pain, just fireflies Impatiens in my palm, no shame, living life And there I see I’m safe A little girl, no worries Sister and me wore matching dresses Years gone in a flurry Flying through the moments because I knew nothing else ‘fore ritual would take me over, ‘fore I couldn't help But wake e-ver-y night, and pull five times on the door Before I had to step in every tile on the floor Before I had the urge to tear at my own skin Before every single goddamn mirror drew me in French toast, french roast, strawberry jam The scent of butter melting in a frying pan When my mother and my father were so in love with each other When Pop Pop was around and was cooking every other Wednesday night. The place fit us like a glove. Picture perfect family. Picture perfect love. If only I could go back then and help them keep on loving If only I could go back then, and tell myself I’m lucky. To cherish every taste, every smell every sound To not move in a haste, to take in all that’s around To take more mental snapshots of this internal paradise So I could study later the epitomical paradigm of balance, of happiness, of purity, of peace was it the agates hanging on paneled walls, the yellow winter fleece? That earthy smell, walk through the closet bell on closet door. Little glass menagerie hidden inside a drawer. Before I knew who I was, before I was aware of the questions, oh the questions! Before I even cared. Secret garden of wonder. Wonderland of dreams. Wizards, witches, they were real and I could be anything, And I waited for my letter, collected stones in my pockets. The pebbles skipped and slowly sank... Like memories of August.