Modern Hip-Hop Girls (feat. The Author)

Track 12 - Volume 1
Made by: Dennisaurus Rex

 

Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the last track for volume one of the Monthly Quarterly, "Living the Struggle". Now that it is complete, all the tracks will be remastered and compiled onto a mixtape. I will be making hardcopies available to purchase, though it will always be available for download, free of charge. This track also marks the first time I've been featured on a song, a song made by my good friend and manager, Dennis Jones. It's all about having a liking for a certain type of chick, even though you'd most likely be better off not messing with them.

Also, I apologize on being so late with this release. I've been collaborating on a special project that will debut very very soon, so stay tuned!

(Lyrics)
Let me tell you first-hand child, this chick could drive you wild.
With the strawberry lips and a side dish of smile. 
Got style, grace, her hair was in her face, and her collegiate aspirations put the lazy into place. 
I'm talking sweet talk, with every word that's spoken. 
Deep subconscious thoughts and petty crushes are awoken.
She cool, smart, the body of a dancer. 
She says she'll keep it mellow, cause her zodiac is cancer. 

I got a thing for modern hippie girls. 

I got a thing for modern hip-hop girls. 

She likes Immortal Technique and MF Doom, yet has a lil’ Wayne poster up in her room.

Wears thick black glasses she doesn’t even need, but when I call her on it she says she needs them to read.

What an unreadable chick, got my mind in a conundrum. Can’t tell if she’s real or not,

D Rex, you know what I mean son.

The kind of attitude that makes you want to hold your tongue; never sure if she’s joking, or if she’s really that dumb. 

I have a thing for this sort of chick, this sort of a kind of bitch, but still so real that even so I never get sick of it.

The kind that makes you feel as if you’re solving a puzzle, but no matter how long you spend on it you end up befuddled.

The only thing bad about it, though I still want to doubt it, is the fact that these girls keep their true emotions so shrouded.

By the time you get a feeling that they’re down anymore, you’ve already been blindsided, smacked in the face with a door. 

I wish I could give em up, but it’s just too hard man.

I got a thing for modern hippie girls, I got a thing for modern hip-hop girls.