Fuck Maybe from Baby Album by Killin H8

Hila the Killa:

It's ladies’ night
And so the ladies fight
We were told we were not men
We were told to sit tight
It's our time to ignite
And rewrite the situation
We are all androgynous
We male female creations
Is there an essence that marks our difference?
Or is gender just…. an inference?
I can’t seem to tell if it helps or it hinders us
Did we invent it or was it given to us?

Sir Kn8:

Given to us. Spittin’ thus: the purest open poems
Under no determination of your certain chromosomes
I guess I am a guy, but I’m not just the next guy
I cannot be defined within the confines of my XY
Trying to go back and attack the matter honestly
Unbounded by the constructs of the Occident’s philosophy
I guess it all goes back to Aristotle’s thought of essences:
Guys have got their balls and dicks and gals there twats and breastssss

Hila the Killa:

What is a woman anyway?
I pray my fragile soul to stay,
In my body ‘till I fray,
Tattered shards absorbed by clay,
Take me to a sacred space
Wake me, give me, endless grace
Look at the depth inside my face,
I am not a sex or race
I’m a changing entity
I’m older than I’ve ever been
I’m Younger than I’ll ever be
I’m made of what I’ve done and seen
Dated are your preconceptions,
I'm doing work releasing the tensions
Existing right here and in other dimensions
Who I am’s a self invention

Sir Kn8:

Persona constructions
Are boa constrictions
Don’t make assumptions
And don’t get it twisted
Don’t let the conventions
Convince you you’re crazy:
It’s a yes or no question:
Tell them Fuck Maybe

CHORUS:

Fuck yes — fuck no — fuck what? — fuck maybe
Fuck what? — fuck maybe. Fuck what? — fuck maybe
Not just some dude not just some lady
Fuck what? — fuck maybe. Fuck what? — fuck maybe

Fuck yes — fuck no — fuck what? — fuck maybe
Fuck what? — fuck maybe. Fuck what? — fuck maybe
Yes you can fuck me, but don’t fuckin’ label me
Fuck what? — fuck maybe. Fuck what? — fuck maybe

Sir Kn8:

I'm all the things that make me me, I’d be nothing without them
My mind rests on its memories like snow rests on a mountain
And all the snow will someday melt and the mountain become the ground again
All will go, and guide the flow of another moment’s fountain.
All that I put in me, all that I put in the potty
All within me, all without me, all the that is me, all that's not me
All that is and isn't, and the boxes that it came in,
All the causes and effects, all this awesome content. Amen

Hila the Killa:

Amen, I’m not a man
I’m not a woman
I’m a master plan
I ran beyond the sunken land
A vision escaped from an open hand
From the gift that my life was given
I’m just grateful to be living
In my skin, looking through the pigment
My hair is brown, but now it’s different
The words I’m spitting
Weren’t always written
The mind I possess, my thoughts and my visions
Release me from the prisons, give my life a mission
No more expectations, just love and true emissions

Sir Kn8:

Get this, I've written this to comment on the coincidence
Of all the cosmic blips of which my body is the synthesis,
A blossom picked from bottomlessness, a sip drawn from a bottle of mist,
A clot of raw occasions all contingent on what their context is.
Beyond this is abyss, or conscious bliss, or all of it, mixed —
It’s interesting, it’s meaningless, it’s penises, it’s braless tits
Naked at night. Am I saying it right? I’m Kn8 I’m a knight, I hymn and teach
Trying to spit the Names of God in major wads of pidgin speech.
Eve, what’s beneath thy sweet twig and leaf?
And may I unsheathe from my boxer briefs?
Promise not to mind my farts, I'll promise not to mock your queefs —
We could trade off playing house and making out, and God could leave

Hila the Killa:

My vagina is so pretty,
And my brain is super witty,
And my body is a city,
Worlds of knowledge flow within me,
I am he and she and we,
We are the earth, the wind, and sea.
I was raised to be…
Made a choice to just be me

CHORUS

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• artsy
• comedy
• poetry
• spoken word
• underground
• New York