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Eve N’ God: This Female Is Not Yet Rated by Cali Lili

Lyrics by Cali Lili

Music by Cali Lili and Wings Hauser

Album Link :

1. “ This Female Is Not Yet Rated “

Song 1.  

https://music.apple.com/gh/album/this-female-is-not-yet-rated/1402313761?i=1402313768

Single Link : 

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( “ I am a poor…“ )

“ And the rhythm is
(Rhythm is)

And the rhythm is
(Rhythm Is)

And the rhythm is
And the rhythm is
And the rhythm is

Is

In the beginnings
Was a bang   

Created

Ungated

Original sin
Traditional slang

Dated N’plated 

This Female Is Not Yet Rated 

And the rhythm Is
Genesis
Another valley
gives

Mother Africa
Lives

Clackin’
Clappin’
Street lamp
Slappin’

Leans low
Another sip o’ tribal gumbo
Know what I know what I know

Eve’s tired
She’s through with you
Goin’ to the chapel
I’ll be Adam’s wife

Demand a wife for every wife
She deserve one too

Hell no
You didn’t throw Her outta Eden

She walked out
With her own mothafuckin’ freedom

These boots were made for
These roots
Were made for
These Lips N’ Liberties

Walkin’ Talkin’
Hips’ deliveries
Sappin’ up the Tree of Life

And Lila gonna be my wife
That’s right
Lila gonna be my wife

Water on the Tree of Life
You claim
Knowledge is strife
Another wife
For a wife

She’s uppin’ the stakes
Up with the snakes
Poor princess
from queens
on a string

It’s a keychain thing
Castle the king
Feel up a trend
She’s her own provider
Love multiplies even when when it’s divided

Unpasteurized
Homogenized
Femme is a five letter word
my friend
Femme is a five letter word
my friend

And the rhythm is
(Rhythm is)

And the rhythm is
(Rhythm Is)

And the rhythm is
And the rhythm is
And the rhythm is

Is

We the miss fits
danger and desire
Sinnin’ on a streetcar
No regrets
Never forget

Done,

Demoting destiny
To a dream
Of a dream
Of a dream


Say what I mean
My slate is clean
All she wrote

AND SHE VOTES

Label my food
Never my people
Global frat party is 

Over

This clean up’s a bitch
Revolutionary witch
Kurts’ Cobain
Blames Courtney on a pyre

Brother can you spare a  –

Eve’s tired
She’s through with you
Goin’ to the chapel
I’ll be Adam’s wife

Demand a wife for every wife
She deserve one too

Hell no
You didn’t throw Her outta Eden

She walked out
With her own mothafuckin’ freedom

These boots were made for
These roots
Were made for
These Lips N’ Liberties

Walkin’ Talkin’
Hips’ deliveries
Sappin’ up the Tree of Life

And Lila gonna be my wife
That’s right
Lila gonna be my wife

I and the boys
Unleash the toys
The planet deploys
And he games

Namin’ names
Suckin’  sap
from the Tree of Life

And Lila gonna be my wife
That’s right
Lila gonna be my wife

Gritty my city
Drainin’ my kitty
Upstreamin’ eyes
while the ozone cries

Another green is screamin’
and the blues
is just a sigh

California’s gold
‘Nawlins to Queens
New York to Compton
my tiara leans

Simultaneously

Titties know what I mean
I’m writing the wrongs
Carvin’ a song
My tribe
Gonna live long
after you gone

(That’s right 

That’s right
Rather eat off the floor
That’s right 

That’s right
Rather eat off the floor
Don’t ask for more
You’re the one I paid for

Chain chain chain
Chain of humankind
Stronger than our weakest links
Chain chain chain
Chain of humankind
Stronger than the
Chain chain chain
Chain of human crime)

Just inside my
AKA 

‘kay
Just in time for the seventh day
Hey
Latest thing in lingerie
boy
say hello
to the forty-seven AK

Safest place in underwear
I’m hidin’ it
way down there
Aw
Right this way
Ring Heaven’s bell
Wave bye bye
this way to hell

And just in case
You wonder why
When
Gettin’ stoned
means
Gettin’ high
That’s when you and I see eye to eye

For an eye
For an eye
For an eye

Eve’s tired
She’s through with you
Goin’ to the chapel
I’ll be Adam’s wife

Demand a wife for every wife
She deserve one too

Hell no
You didn’t throw Her outta Eden

She walked out
With her own mothafuckin’ freedom

These boots were made for
These roots
Were made for
These Lips N’ Liberties

Walkin’ Talkin’
Hips’ deliveries
Sappin’ up the Tree of Life

And Lila gonna be my wife
That’s right
Lila gonna be my wife

And the rhythm is
(Rhythm is)

And the rhythm is
(Rhythm Is)

And the rhythm is
And the rhythm is
And the rhythm is

Is

In the beginnings
Was a bang   

Created

Ungated

Original sin
Traditional slang

Dated N’plated 

This Female Is Not Yet Rated 

And the rhythm Is
Genesis
Another valley
gives

Mother Africa
Lives

Clackin’
Clappin’
Street lamp
Slappin’

Leans low
Another sip o’ tribal gumbo
Know what I know what I know

Eve’s tired
She’s through with you
Goin’ to the chapel
I’ll be Adam’s wife

Demand a wife for every wife
She deserve one too

Hell no
You didn’t throw Her outta Eden

She walked out
With her own mothafuckin’ freedom

These boots were made for
These roots
Were made for
These Lips N’ Liberties

Walkin’ Talkin’
Hips’ deliveries
Sappin’ up the Tree of Life

And Lila gonna be my wife
That’s right
Lila gonna be my wife
“

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Eve N’ God: This Female Is Not Yet Rated by Cali Lili