Princess Superstar Too Much Weight Lyrics:
(C. Kirschner, A. Reid) Produced by Concetta
Kirschner for Concetta Music (BMI). Additional
Production by Curtis Curtis for The Vertical
Corporation (BMI) and Walter Sipser. Samadia Music
(ASCAP) Bahamadia appears courtesy
Goodvibe/B-Girl/J. Core Recordings. Live Horns by
Paula Henderson and Steve Moses. Bass by Walter
Sipser. Live drums by Lee Farber.

Don't censor me I live like a saint I meditate
every morning drink carrot juice I'm hardly late
Try censoring your candidate who gets head under
the desk If that's what you get you can bet I
wanna be the next prez I deserve the best and if
you think my lyrics are incendiary I'll go back to
being an insipid secretary Won't inspire no one,
then the world will be safe I'll just use words to
talk about how Microsoft Word is so great I feel
bad that everyone is crazy and kids are smokin
crack I also feel bad that Michaelangelo might
have hurt his back And what if there were no
tracts for Shakespeare or wax for Flash no road
for Kerouac There might not have been rap Leave us
alone make your own family a better place How much
hate could we eliminate if you were down with your
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kids' mix tapes It must have been fate that
brought me to this game So let's gain use the
platform for something more than Phat Farm Sing
about the Bling Bling Sing to help em outta Sing
Sing turn your beepers off ring ring I'm getting
sicker here's the kicker fuck your Advisory
Sticker I'm advise to stick 'this CD made by
Seagram's Liquor'

You're puttin too much weight into words and
there's too much hate in this world

Stop blamin us for all the pain and stuff, fuck,
shit man, it's just a cuss we ain't that dangerous
For every song that supposedly maimed someone's
life there's a million songs that changed
someone's life Change your mind chains in your
mind people dyin gets defined by parents who lie
and hurt their child Dot commers don't affect
migrant farmers, Bronx Bombers get paid enough to
help all the baby mamas I'm a vomit this 'til all
the lobbyists in congresses keep their promises
and the artists are all real artists And the
fathers finish what the fuck they started Comma
comma what the hell do I know I'm just an MC
getting real damn busy on the mic Getting all up
in a tizzy I might just shutup and brag on how I
keep my rhymes tight Cuz that's what's selling
tonight

(Bahamadia rhyme)
Lyrics: Too Much Weight, Princess Superstar [end]