The Coldest from Feminenergy by TAIRRIE B

THE COLDEST
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The winter wind is a woman
As cold as she can be
She stands in her resistance
Fist high for all to see
Her voice is fierce when screaming
Her lips are red as blood
Her roots run deep, she’s paid her dues
Yet she’s more feared than loved
She spits and rhymes and speaks her mind
A villainess small but bold
And all the men shake and quiver and quake
Cause this chick is just so cold
The winter wind is a woman
She comes in the form of a storm
And sometimes I swear
I can still hear her howl
So beware the crone
And be warned

What kind of woman is she

No introduction necessary
You already know
I'm from the era that was golden
When the beats were dope
The same white bitch
Who dropped "Murder She Wrote"
Way back in 1990
When the chicks were cold
And I was told that there would never be no redeeming
But I was cold way before I started screaming
Words so venomous
That you can feel the resonance
The eloquence and elements of the intelligence
Killin’ this with an emphasis on intensity
The weight of my rhyme versus the density
Vocal propensity and a lyrical surety
Feminenergy with a sense of maturity
Mourned, reborn after taking my last breath
Birthed a new verse
Survived another death
Socially conscious from poetry to protest
Cuz I’m the motherfuckin’ coldest

Cold kickin’ ass, a blast from the past
So cold…yo, colder than ever
Cold kickin’ ass, a blast from the past
So cold…yo, kick that shit

This woman’s lips, cold as steel
Lethal as a gun, cold as ice

I had a vision
To grip the mic with precision
A clenched fist in solidarity
No posing or parody
I return with a clarity
Using music as therapy
Implicit integrity not explicit vulgarity
A vicious dexterity, clear and coherently
Steady spittin’ with a seditious sincerity
Inherently believing in heresy
Prolifically crafting my words for posterity
Defining my legacy
With rhyming complexity
Cataclysmic instincts, visceral, intrinsic
Call it audacity, others say devilry
Bitch virtuosity, I wrote the recipe
Unapologetically, this ain’t no elegy
The music industry tried but couldn’t bury me
So I stayed focused
in case you didn’t notice
True to myself
Because I’m the coldest

Cold kickin’ ass, a blast from the past
So cold…yo, colder than ever
Cold kickin’ ass, a blast from the past
So cold, yo, kick that shit
Cold kickin’ ass, a blast from the past
So cold…yo, colder than ever
Cold kickin’ ass, a blast from the past
So cold, yo, kick that shit
Yo, kick that shit

This woman’s lips, cold as steel
Lethal as a gun, cold as ice

Verified and maligned for my political mind
A radical loud, proud, liberal with a critical eye
Subverting paradigms, holding picket signs
Bringing back the cold and kickin hard rhymes
Hexin’ hate crimes, standing up for Black Lives
Vexin’ sexism and checkin’ for women’s rights
A feminist equipped to rip and you know this
Cuz I’m the motherfuckin’ coldest

Cold kickin’ ass, a blast from the past
So cold…yo, colder than ever
Cold kickin’ ass, a blast from the past
So cold, yo, kick that shit
Cold kickin’ ass, a blast from the past
So cold…yo, colder than ever
Cold kickin’ ass, a blast from the past
So cold, yo, kick that shit

Cold kickin’ ass…
How long will this arctic blast last
Cold kickin’ ass…
Cold as ice

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Knoxville