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I Wrote This Show

I wrote this show for my creamy nieces and nephews they’re growing up

I wrote this show for the black boys and girls who’ve had enough

I wrote this show for the activists looking for change

I wrote this show for my Asian sister’s who want to re arrange

Not just the furniture but smash down the walls

I wrote this show for my community, l wrote this show for y’all

Beat

I wrote this show for my mother and the million migrants who came

To bring up their families through the turmoil through the pain

Strange country, strange people, strangers, estranged

I wrote this show to fuel the fire

I wrote this show to fan the flame

In young hearts so full that they want to be on the stage

They want to make music, represent on the page

For Australians with mixed ethnicity

I wrote this show for you and l wrote this show for me

For South Africans once called “Coloured” those called other names too

It’s the first time this girl reflects, I wrote this show for you

And to the rest of the country this much is true

If this show is about me then this show is about you

This show is a confrontation

This show is a plea

Pause

We see what we are

We are what we see

Beat

Come walk a show in my shoes

Beat

I wrote this show for my emotions

Red hot and blue

I wrote this show for me and wrote this show for you

 

She Was Born In The Congo (Spoken Word)

SHE WAS BORN IN THE CONGO.

I was born in North Dandenong.

SHE WALKED THE FERTILE CRESCENT AND BUILT THE SPHINX.

I walked Burchall Grove to get musk sticks from the Milk Bar.

SHE DESIGNED A PYRAMID SO TOUGH THAT A STAR THAT ONLY GLOWS EVERY ONE HUNDRED YEARS CRAWLS INTO THE CENTRE GIVING DIVINE PERFECT LIGHT.

I created a fairy garden out of flower petals, cicada wings and aluminum foil in the Holy Eucharist adventure playground. We are bad.

HER OLDEST DAUGHTER IS NEFERTITI. THE TEARS FROM HER BIRTH PAIN CREATED THE NILE.

My older sisters are musicians, Busty Beatz, The Nastiest Female Beats Producer in the Southern Hemisphere (say whaaaat!!!!) And Via Tania, the loveliest Singer Song-Writer to traipse between Australia, France, Japan, Iceland and the States creating her own delicate style of  “moon pop.”

Beat

Our tears are for our child-selves growing up with a mentally ill father at 24 Burchall Grove, North Dandenong.

SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.

SHE GAZED ON THE FOREST AND BURNED OUT THE SAHARA DESERT WITH A PACKET OF GOAT’S MEAT AND A CHANGE OF CLOTHES SHE CROSSED IT IN TWO HOURS.

In 1989 on a trip to see my Grandmother, I gazed down Astor Rd in Kimberly South Africa. With 2 bottles of freshly brewed ginger beer underneath each armpit, I sweated my sneakers through, navigated around three potholes and a hit a giant anthill, before crossing it and delivering the bottles to my Great Auntie Joyce’s back stoop.

Pause

The whole trip to took me two minutes flat!

SHE IS A GAZELLE SO SWIFT, SO SWIFT- YOU CAN’T CATCH HER.

I have bad memories of sports day at Primary School; I never did well in running races. I remember standing at the starting line and imagining myself winning the race and everyone being like really shocked that such a chubby kid was such a fast runner. But as usual some athletic skinny kid called Julia or Sarah Gurry would win and l would have to make myself feel better by starring at my “best drawer in the class” award; which l kept in the side pocket of my back pack… for those sort of … deflating occasions.

THE HAIR FROM HER HEAD THINNED AND GOLD WAS LAID ACROSS THREE CONTINENTS.

My mother straightened my hair from the time l was 6 to about 18. It was the done thing in South African culture- and it still is. At 19 l decided to shave my head to see what would happen.

Pause

I’ve only known the true nature of my hair for about 12 years now, I did relapse once or twice, for a cousins wedding and a Latino role when l was in 2nd year at drama school, but other than I live in harmony with my frizz.

Beat

Accepting your natural self and shaking off the racist bullshit about what is beautiful and acceptable and beautiful- now that is gold!

SHE IS SO PERFECT, SO DIVINE, SO ETHEREAL, SO SURREAL, SHE CANNOT BE COMPREHENDED, EXCEPT, BY HER PERMISSION. I MEAN SHE CAN FLY, LIKE A BIRD IN THE SKY.

I want to be a part of the mythology of my country, Australia.

Thank-you.

 

 Tale Of A Brown Girl

Intro                     

She’s a brown girl….. She’s a brown girl….

She’s a brown girl….. She’s a brown girl…..

Chorus           

She’s a brown girl and she’s come this far

And you know she’s been dreaming everyday

She can rely on her big thighs brother

She can get by on her own steam mama

It’s a bitch girl, but she’s come this far

And you know it don’t matter what they say

She got the eye and the bootay brother

Cannot deny she’s a hot brown mama

Verse 1           

This is the tale of a brown girl with big dreams

Big heart, big thighs, and big themes

Big emotions, big love, big sneakers, big style

Big booty, big hair and a mighty big smile

Tested and challenged by the big industry

Making this girl small y’all seriously

Three years to get in- three years to get out

Three years to get over and define my route

Three decades and six more at least to come

With a figure like a trigger and a bum like a drum

I’m stepping up to the plate, and not a second too late

Becoz this big brown girl is addressing the State

Yo haters listen up cos this bit is for you

I was bitchin’ for so long but now my bitchin’ is through

I’m part of the solution, bringing light to the dark

As l put it all together- l pull it all a part

Maximum exposure I’m here to be seen

This is the tale of a brown girl with big dreams

Chorus           

She’s a brown girl and she’s come this far

And you know she’s been dreaming everyday

She can rely on her big thighs brother

She can get by on her own steam mama

It’s a bitch girl, but she’s come this far

And you know it don’t matter what they say

She got the eye and the bootay brother

Cannot deny she’s a hot brown mama

Verse 2           

I grew up in the suburbs, walked the cul de sac

Redefined the streets with a pack on my back

Off to primary school the one my Mama taught at

Home time, in front of the TV l sat

Watching Hey Hey and Young Talent Time

Dreaming of the day when Chutchy would be mine

Pretending to be Sally from Home and Away

“Mum when there be a brown girl in Summer Bay?”

I rocked dance class, grade one to four

Top hat, leotards and sequins galore

From duck, to an orphan, to sailor l morphed

No one ever thought they’d see a little brown dwarf

The teacher always placed me somewhere up the back

I was the only one in my class who was black

In my mind l was dancing at the front of the stage

I was acting out my passion, my joy and my rage

You couldn’t get me down, talk about self-esteem

This is the tale of a brown girl with big dreams.

Chorus

She’s a brown girl and she’s come this far

And you know she’s been dreaming everyday

She can rely on her big thighs brother

She can get by on her own steam mama

It’s a bitch girl, but she’s come this far

And you know it don’t matter what they say

She got the eye and the bootay brother

Cannot deny she’s a hot brown mama

Outro

Growing up a mix of so many different pieces

Following the stitching, admiring the creases

Rising above the everyday bigotry

Using the stage to set my soul free

A coloured girls story; thoughts, fears and themes

This is the tale of a brown girl with big dreams

 

Candy B’s Family History (Hip Hop Track/ Sketch.)

Intro:                       

Welcome class it’s time to get giggy

101 Candy B’s Family History

Everybody in the house, ETHNICITY

Audience:           

ETHNICITY (or not…. generally the crowd won’t get it the first time!)

Candy B:

Okay so… that was terrible! This is hip hop theatre- get it together class.

So when l say ETHNICITY I need y’all to say ETHNICITY

So lets try that again- Everybody in the house: ETHNICITY

Audience:            

ETHNICITY

Candy B:

ETHNICITY

Audience:            

ETHNICITY

Candy B:

ETHNICITY

Audience:            

ETHNICITY

Candy B:

Now clap your hands every body

Everybody come on clap your hands, come on, come on

Clap your hands every body,

Everybody come on clap your hands

Candy B:

Excellent, I was worried there for a moment

Now when l say CANDY B’s y’all say FAMILY HISTORY

Candy B:           

CANDY B’s

Audience:            

FAMILY HISTORY

Candy B:           

CANDY B’s

Audience:            

FAMILY HISTORY

Candy B:

CANDY B’s

Audience:            

FAMILY HISTORY

Candy B:           

CANDY B’s

Audience:            

FAMILY HISTORY            

Candy B

Excellent, now we are ready for the real thing, don’t freak out a’ight, here we go.

Chorus:           

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

Verse 1:

I am a fusion, different bodies in union

I want to have a baby even richer than me

I’m rich with flavour 1st generation Australian

Two sisters in my story one who lives across the sea

A Great Great Grandmother who was a princess in Java

Chinese and Malay in my Family tree,

Africans and Indians, People of South Africa

Coloured Mum and Dad combined to make me

Spoken:

So as it turns out although I’m often asked if l am Aboriginal, or Islander and (in the States) I’ve even had Native American Indian- l am in fact indigenous to no one place. I am a child of the migration and a product of Dutch Colonialism. My mother is mainly made up of Chinese Malay with some French Indian and a bit of German blood, my Father is a mix of English and African and to be frank, goodness knows what else. My ethnicity is the product of bi-racial people, and tri-racial and quai-racial people getting it on and making babies in South Africa! It’s rather absurd that a country with such an extraordinary combination of ethnicities and bloodlines enforced a system of segregation based on skin colour. Go figure?  You ready for the Chorus class? Let’s do it-

 Chorus:           

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

 Verse 2:           

My Grandfather was a Speaker, Politician, Beacon, Leader

Party man the party preacher, tall and dark in every feature

The first “coloured” of the creatures taking oaths Parliament

Breaking ground, breaking hearts for the Labor government

He stepped up to the plate and he showed the state

He was willing to play ball and his ambition was so great

Won the seat, landslide, bought the ticket, board the ride

Time to break it open wide, time to speak Apartheid

Spoken:

So interesting thing here, my mother’s maiden name is actually LEONG and my Grandfather (who’s name was Sonny) took off the G in order to sound less “Asian.” Apparently it was difficult to rise up through the ranks of the South African Army if you had an “Asian” sounding surname. So Sonny Leong became Sonny Leon…. here we go-

 Chorus:           

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

Verse 3:           

Politics, Dignity, Grandeur, Pomp, Majesty

Sonny Leon’s legacy, a part of my history

Working on the inside, building on the brown pride

Colour conscious homicide genocide apartheid

Corner of a tapestry, cough in a cacophony

A tall, strong memory, what my Papa meant to me

A re-eee reva revolutionary, ree-ee-ee reva revolutionary

One of the people, who helped to set Mandela free

Spoken:

My mum thinks l am the most like my Grandfather (who we call Papa) out of all of the grandchildren. One of my favourite stories of Papa’s time in office (which was in the early 70’s) was when he went on a world tour and had a public argument with Eartha Kit, apparently she was still playing to segregated audiences. On this tour he also agitated for the release of Nelson Mandela. Papa died in 1991, 3 years before Mandela was set free. My sisters and l grew up singing about Nelson Mandela before we even knew who he was or what he stood for:

Sisters:           

Freeeeee Nelson Mandela/ Freeeeee Nelson Mandela/ Freeeeee Nelson Mandela

Chorus:           

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

CANDY B’s FAMILY HISTORY

Outro:                       

So that a wrap class, you get the story

My family history in all its glory

From Africa to Australia we come

Asia and India, this class is done

Blasian

Chorus:           

Mix Mix That Girl Is Blasian

Part Black, Part Asian

Part Everything Even Caucasian

Mix Mix That Girl Is Blasian

Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla

That Girl Is Blasian

Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla

That Girl Is Blasian

Verse 1a:           

South African- Chinese Malaysian.

What’s that, that chik’s Australian?

One part illegal alien

Mix it up that girl is Blasian

Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla

That Girl Is Blasian

Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla

That Girl Is Blasian

 Verse 2a:           

BL Asian, Black and Asian

Born down under, Australasian

“Black people aren’t from around here!

What migration? Don’t come around here!

What situation? Girl we don’t care!”

Kiss my, kiss my, kiss my kiss my – rear!

MY BLASIAN BOOTY

MY BLASIAN- BLASIAN- BLASIAN BOOTY

MY BLASIAN BOOTY

MY BLASIAN- BLASIAN- BLASIAN BOOTY

Dance- Break

Verse 3a:           

Asians beauties in the movies

Black ladies on TV

Radio’s playing

Blasian MCee’s

Mix- mix- mix that ethnic-ethnicity

Your favourite rapper is a girl called Candy B

Who’s she?

Chorus:           

Mix Mix That Girl Is Blasian

Part Black, Part Asian

Part Everything Even Caucasian

Mix Mix That Girl Is Blasian

Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla

That Girl Is Blasian

Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla

That Girl Is Blasian

Verse 1b           

South African- Chinese Malaysian.

What’s that, that chik’s Australian?

One part illegal alien

Mix it up that girl is Blasian

Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla

That Girl Is Blasian

Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla-Bla

That Girl Is Blasian

Verse 2b:           

BL Asian, Black and Asian

Born down under, Australasian

“Asian people aren’t from around here!

What migration? Don’t come around here!

What situation? Girl we don’t care!”

Kiss my, kiss my, kiss my kiss my – rear!

MY BLASIAN BOOTY

MY BLASIAN- BLASIAN- BLASIAN BOOTY

MY BLASIAN BOOTY

MY BLASIAN- BLASIAN- BLASIAN BOOTY

Dance- Break

Verse 3b:           

Africa in my bum

Asia in my eyes

Xhosa on my skin

Malaysia on my thighs

These beats play rhythms

And my body won’t stop

Hey Busty where you at?

We gotta let the BLA drop, here we go-

Outro:

BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA

BLA-BLA-BLA-BLA-BLA

BLA BLA BLA BLA BLA

BLA-BLA-BLA-BLA-BLA

X 4

CHUBBY CHUBBY CHUBBY CHUBBY CHUBBY THIGHS

CHUBBY CHUBBY CHUBBY CHUBBY CHUBBY THIGHS

X 2

BLASIAN MC- SAY WHAAAATTT!

I’m Gonna Be Famous

You got big dreams, fame costs.

hiss hiss hum hum breathe out

hiss hiss hum hum breathe out

hiss hiss hum hum breathe out

hiss hiss hum hum breathe out

I’m gonna be Famous- I’m gonna be Famous

I’m gonna be Famous- I’m gonna be Famous

I’m gonna be Famous- I’m gonna be Famous

I’m gonna be Famous- I’m gonna be Famous

hiss hiss hum hum breathe out

hiss hiss hum hum breathe out

Betty Botter bought a bit of bitter butter

If she put in her batter it would make her batter bitter

Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter

And that bit of butter made her batter better

The mouth the tongue the teeth and the lips

The mouth the tongue the teeth and the lips

The mouth the tongue the teeth and the lips

The mouth the tongue the teeth and the lips

I’m gonna be Famous

I love and I hate this

I’m gonna be Famous

I love and I hate this

A proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot

A proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot

Red leather, yellow leather

Red leather, yellow leather

Red leather, yellow leather

Red leather, yellow leather

Break down

hiss hiss hum hum breathe out

hiss hiss hum hum breathe out

A proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot

A proper cup of coffee from a proper copper coffee pot

Red leather, yellow leather

Red leather, yellow leather

Red leather, yellow leather

Red leather, yellow leather

I’m gonna be Famous

I’m gonna be Famous

I’m gonna be Famous

I’m gonna be Famous


And Then Her Fire Came Out

Where are my people- My people are being blocked

Where are my people- My people are being blocked

Where are my people- My people are being blocked

Where are my people- My people are being blocked

Man fella l’m so hot,

Fuel to the fire, the prejudice is non stop

I’m burning alive and I need to scream and shout

This is  the part where my fire comes out

Where are my people- My people are being blocked

Where are my people- My people are being blocked

South African mother born in the height

Invisible, voiceless unless you were white

I was born in Australia and still the fight

Who am I to speak? I’m the one with the light

The one who lives in this skin day and night

Excluded by colour this shit ain’t right

Where are my people- My people are being blocked

Where are my people- My people are being blocked

The obvious lack is actually racism

Without balance or culture, without timbre or rhythm

And sitting back is racist in a country like this

It’s not Apartheid but something’s a miss

No burning crosses but the slurs are the same

The oppression is constant but won’t hold the blame

You can’t see yourself, learn how to cope

Internalize the pain or pass round the dope

2 bars of fire

Where are my people- My people are being blocked

Where are my people- My people are being blocked

Tell the little brown girl to give up her dream

Lower her self-esteem as she silently scream

Well what if she won’t go quietly?

What if loud and righteous is her legacy?

Here to take her place in the mythology

Part of her conviction is to tell you what she sees

4 bars of fire

My people are being blocked

My people are being blocked

My people are being blocked

My people are being blocked

My people are being blocked

My people are being blocked

My people are being blocked

My people are being blocked

My anger is vital, my temperature is hot

Where are my people- my people are being blocked

 Lynn on the Mic’ (Monologue)

When Candice got into NIDA all of Kimberly in South Africa and half of Western Sydney knew about it. Candy Bowers, a girl from Campbelltown (a known disadvantaged area), a South African girl with a bum to match had made it, it was an exciting time, to say the least. Not quite Barrack Obama level excitement, but it was close!

I started feeling a little unsure about NIDA when I realized that Candy was constantly being cast in the minority roles; she played strippers and prostitutes, “ethnic” mothers and exotics. And then there was her favourite – the role of the Maid in Cole Porter’s Kiss Me Kate, how she got through that time with her politics and heart intact l will never know. I’m sure her teacher’s meant no disrespect, but I’m also sure they could not comprehend how demeaning it would be for young women of colour, coming from where we came from, to play such a role.

Since then Candice has told me that most if not all of her Asian, Black and Brown-looking Actor-friends have experienced the same situation. They are now all excellent at representing poverty, prostitution and servitude. Shame man.

Beat

To the Hill Top Hoods I’d like to say this; the hard road is an understatement for what Aussie Artist’s of colour go through.

Pause

For the longest time I could not comprehend why my child was so hell bent on being a part of such a difficult industry. Difficult because of the competition involved, difficult because of the lack of money and difficult because of her difference. In the past I refused to believe that Australia was a racist country. I always advised Candy not to use colour as her centerpiece. My suggestion was to avoid it at all costs, her response, “Mother I can pretend I’m not big and brown all l want, but the industry will see my size and my colour first every time!  Just turn on the TV and take a good look. Where is the diversity?” And I must say she has a point, there are really only one or two that spring to mind, Playschool and East West 101- still not so many household names though. Now, I could understand why A Country Practice was cast like it was, but All Saints- one mute brown orderly certainly didn’t make it Grays Anatomy! Now there’s talk of a new brown family on Neighbours- The Kapoors enter Ramsay street to a cavalcade of racism on the shows fan page. The general idea being was that it would be Un-Australian to have Indians on the show. Just like it! What street in Australia do these people they live on? A shift from the fictional single-story, dare I say white-Australian story, is long over due. The excuses for the lack diversity on our screen and stages are weak, No. 1:Australian Actors of Colour are not good enough, but the stars of Big Brother and Idol are? Those people cross over all the time, without an ounce of training to their name. Lets not pretend it is an issue of quality, good looks and a twinkle in the eye gets most on the TV, talent isn’t even a pre-requisite- unfortunately the color of one’s skin is. It’s simple, the discrimination is in the lack of opportunity, casting and roles for black Artists. The Logies have been a white wash for long enough; appearances by Humprey B Bear over the years being the only consistent representation of anything brown that I can recall.

Beat

The Arts has the capacity to lead, change and shift the cultural identity of a country. I want my grandchildren to feel included, to see their family reflected back at them. You cannot be what you cannot see.

 

 I Wrote This Show (Part Two)

 Chorus           

I wrote this show for my creamy nieces they’re growing up

I wrote this show for the black boys and girls who’ve had enough

I wrote this show for the activists looking for change

I wrote this show for my Asian sister’s who want to re arrange

Not just the furniture but smash down the walls

I wrote this show for my community, l wrote this show for y’all

For my people, for my people, for my people,

For my people- people- people- people

Verse 1           

I wrote this show for my mother and the migrants who came

To bring up their families, through turmoil through the pain

Strange country, strange people, strangers, estranged

I wrote this show to fuel the fire, I wrote this show to fan the flame

In young hearts so full that they want to be on the stage

They want to make music, represent on the page

For Australians with mixed ethnicity

I wrote this show for you and l wrote this show for me

For “Coloured” South Africans and others too-

First time I reflect, this show for you

For rest of the country, this much is true

If show is about me then this show is about you

It’s confrontation and I like that see

It’s confrontation and it confronts me

It’s confrontation it is a plea

We see what we are we are what we see

Walking my words and a show in my shoes.

I wrote this show for me I wrote this show for you

Chorus           

- for my creamy nieces they’re growing up

- for the black boys and girls who’ve had enough

- for the activists looking for change

- for my sister’s to re arrange

- smash down the walls

- for my community, for y’all

- for my people, for my people, for my people,

- for my people- people- people- people

 Verse 2           

We see what we are we are what we see

I have a vision I have a dream

Multi-coloured stories on the stage and the screen

Faces and bodies, passions and themes

I see industry of colour, empowering the other brothers

Nurturing the creamy boys and promoting the brown Mama’s

Artists, Actors, Writers Rappers-, Lovers

I yearn for the rhythm’s no longer undercover

The Beats the Breaks the Notes the Tones

Is what I hunger, is what I hunger, is what I hunger,

The Beats the Breaks the Notes the Tones

Is what I hunger, is what I hunger, is what I hunger

The weight of a racist history holding us down

No heart, no soul, no sight, no sound

Around and around and around and around

Once we were lost but now we are found

Walking my words and a show in my shoes

I wrote this show for me I wrote this show for you

Chorus           

- for my creamy nieces they’re growing up

- for the black boys and girls who’ve had enough

- for the activists looking for change

- for my sister’s to re arrange

- smash down the walls

-for my community, l wrote this show for y’all

- for my people, for my people, for my people,

- for my people- people- people- people

 Verse 3

How about a show on the TV

Starring his, starring her, starring my family

Reflecting our Nation’s reality

Reflecting our true diversity

Y’ walked my words and a show in my shoes

I wrote this show for me and I wrote this show for you,

 

 Who’s That Chik/ Fierce

WHO’S THAT CHIK?

WHO’S THAT CHIK?

WHO’S THAT CHIK?

WHO’S THAT CHIK?

Verse 1:

I am Candy B- Blasian MC

I come from Campbelltown

Outa-West family

I believe in Art, Music and Diversity

Harmony and searching for the Chi

Representing South Africa and the Lady MC

Representing Australia and the Lady MC

Representing Australasia and the Lady MC

Blasian MC- I’m Candy B- Whaaaat!

Dance Break- March

Verse 2:           

That Chik is fierce

Curvy thighs like shears

Bottom line top gear

Tongue thit instills fear

Politics thit pierce

Got the gift and ear

Wanna get some?

I will kick your rear!

Eyes are hawk-like dark

She’ll attack your heart

Leave thick dark mark

Make you fall apart

From finish to start,

I will eat you up

I will eat you up

Like a Nenish tart

Chorus:           

WHO’S THAT CHIK? WHO?

WHO’S THAT CHIK? THAT?

WHO’S THAT CHIK? CHIK?

WHO’S THAT CHIK? MIX MIX!

Verse 2:           

This chik is breast, is thigh, is ass, is sigh, is hiss, is hum
This chik is bone, is brain, is bum, is love, is blood, is drum
This chik is full, is sore, is raw, is cool, is hurt, is won
This chik is force, is word, is source, is heard, is hot as the sun

This chik is all and every thought, yes every single one!

This chik is sight and what she’s seen, means that she’s come undone

Unlocked the Queen and the heat and now that pain is gone

Born to be great she takes her shape, this chik is No. 1

Spoken

I am fierce.

My tongue instills fear.

My presence is incredible,

I‘ve arrived, I’m here!

Check out my thighs,

They are curved like shears.

If you want to get into it,

I’m gonna kick your rear.

On your knees boy!

Chorus:           

WHO’S THAT CHIK? WHO?

WHO’S THAT CHIK? THAT?

WHO’S THAT CHIK? CHIK?

WHO’S THAT CHIK? MIX MIX!

Candy B

Blasian MC- l’m Candy B- whaaaat!!!!

 

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