More Than The Music

[Verse One: Heather B] Must be the music that's turning me on Don't wanna feel no more pain or hear another sad song I'm sick of days where everything goes wrong See I done hit rock bottom and life still goes on Somewhere out there over the rainbow over the moon There's a pot of gold and a silver spoon I'm gonna eat soon I'm all woman, may God bless my womb To be fruitful and beautiful, opponents make room The game is game but I will rise like the phoenix And get to serving some of y'all like Serena Like Venus I've been misled and mistreated I've overreacted, became heated, I blame the world and it's teachers I pointed fingers and made a wishlist Felt like the Grinch That Stole Christmas And wished [?] on craft bitches in my mist So as the [?] I feel it's on now Here's where I belong now [Hook: Heather B] {x2} It's more than the music (the music) More than the melody Never believe once what these fools try to tell me It's more than the songs and the samples and the lyrics I'm gonna go above and beyond any limit [Verse Two: Heather B] Sticks and stones never broke my bones But some of these critics tried to hurt me What you gon' say now when I make the Power 30? And live like everyday's my birthday "Oh she must have a ghostwriter" Nothing left to do but smile I'm too experienced I could battle for play play using my inner child on some of y'all Running circles around your many styles Leaping over MC's waving white towels in a single bow Look up in sky Heather B be the movement Don't make me get rowdy and ruthless Over something stupid It's more than simple I warn you, I can get on you and in you And cleanse you and clean you Ms. Thing I read you Getting paid in the process Separate the news from the nonsense The chaotic from the conscious The mentors from the monsters The preachers from the prophets The hook [Hook] [Verse Three: Nature] On my thirteenth birthday, my wish was A Casio keyboard, a quick buzz Every critic in the hood knew who the kid was Sneaking up on y'all just like the hiccups Check it, Marley in control days, niggas sold treys Now it's the Flex time, kick ya best rhymes Toe to toe, neck to neck, down to the line Can't talk about the best without mentioning mine Cause I'm everything you wanted to be but just couldn't Everything you wanted to see but just wouldn't Everything you imitate and try to mimic You need to stop trying to be me, go find a gimmick Don't try to limit, multi-[?] When I honk the horn I got no time for bitches Rather make money than be chewing the fat With you, with ch'all and them dudes in the back Like a breath of fresh air set to move to the track You better change you D I'm the new running back A lot of y'all is porn stars, niggas going hard Knock niggas off guard on verbal assault charge [Hook]