They say the gods make hail rain, earthquakes and snow but I’m a cold piece of work. I can cause your planetary alignment to shift with a simple movement of my hips.
Fuck that I can turn your world upside down if I so choose.
I don’t need your “mami this” and “baby that”. I can cop my own Manolo’s and Baby Phat
Yeah, Nigga it’s just like that. Cuz I’m a cold piece of work.
When I step into a room, my cypher tends to consume. It’s not my choice but if I chose my shit would overtake you.
You think I’m weak because I speak with an unforked tongue, but when I spit this shit, I’ll split that shit and for my words you will have none. Cuz I’m a cold piece of work.
Everything is on a common level when I come at you and dispute you. But you’re like Satan I bear the cross- spin your head and rebuke you.
And when I spit fire my demeanor is ice because like that I ‘m nice..
I’m a cold piece of work.
Dedicated and written for the Coldest piece of work I know..Monique Grace. For over 25 years of friendship , love and sisterhood. (August 2004)