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lirik lagu madiha bhatti - mu(sick)

so i heard a song the other day
that objectified women in every way
that doesn’t narrow it down much but it was pretty depraved
the feminists are probably still rolling in their graves
you see, it reduced people to parts, objects to be acquired
turned hearts and minds into mere things to be desired
and as parts of my body were assessed in size
i thought, what a way to be dehumanized
and these artists seem to be playing a game
of how many times they can call us the wrong name
cuz i’m not a dime, those come a dozen
no i’m really not interested in all your lovin’
i’m not your shawty, your hoe, your trick
your baby, lady, girl or chick
i mean can someone explain to me how this counts as music?
when you chant, you pant about windows and walls
talk about a woman like she’s a thing to be mauled
oh she’s got a big booty so you call her big booty
if she had a big brain would you call her at all?
but it seems like i’m the only one appalled
that music can make me feel so small

you may think they’re just words
that doesn’t give them immunity
words start wars and break spirits
they’re still used with impunity
just imagine a young girl, smart, funny, well~rounded
walks into a club and finds herself surrounded
by men acting like they’ve got something to collect
they’re just listening to the words that tell them she’s an object
and her objections catch in her throat
as she gets harassed unchecked
treated with disrespect
she’s caught in the middle
and the lady doth protest too little
a few words have made her think she’s brittle
do you see where i’m going?
it’s not exactly a riddle
i’m saying can we turn up the volume but turn down the noise?
stop polluting the minds of our men and our boys
with all the rude misogyny and bland h0m~geny
of rhymes and beats so crude and obsolete
cuz our ears are bleeding from all these cowards, the time is ours
we are ready to devour lyrics that make us feel empowered

yeah i watched a video the other day of my girl beyonce
she was draped in feathers and furs and things
exaggerated makeup and big chunky rings
she was dancing in the desert, hair whipping wild
and i thought to myself, what does this look like to a child?
to see a woman belt about her power while thrusting her hips to and fro
how will she know she can wear the pants in the house when her idol doesn’t wear them in a video?
i mean on so many levels it makes me go ballistic
that we’ve consented to be portrayed as animalistic
cuz on one hand, you’re exotic, you’re fierce, do no wrong
on the other, you’re a female dog in every song
i don’t want to be serenaded by my individual parts
unless you can look past the flesh and talk about hearts
i mean does anyone even know that beyonce’s smart?
cuz “if she was a boy” even just for a day
she wouldn’t have to crawl on all fours just to crawl up the charts
or shed those fine furs to grace a few album covers
does her husband have that problem?
apparently he’s got 99 others
and it sounds dramatic, maybe my skin should be tougher
but consider the history of women of color
not valued as wives or sisters or mothers
but used by men as unwilling lovers
when you think of the slaves who were used like instruments
you realize that society is progressing by mere increments
just imagine the bodies covered in raw welts
and tell me it’s okay when black women are dressed in animal pelts
all those women who paid with their bodies to survive
200 years later are portrayed as s~x~crazed and deprived
please forgive me if i think music needs to be revived

i mean, can we turn up the volume but turn down the noise?
stop polluting the minds of our men and our boys
with all the rude misogyny and bland h0m~geny
of rhymes and beats so crude and obsolete
cuz our ears are bleeding from all these cowards, the time is ours
we are ready to devour lyrics that make us feel empowered

so i heard a song that caused me pain
the words were bordering inhumane
cuz i’m not accustomed to boys yelling at me
never had to face boys telling me to smack that, shake that, beat that up
those aren’t the ideas of love with which i grew up
maybe the whole concept is new to me
but then he started whispering what he’d do to me
in a place where no one else could see
without even asking if i’d agree
and i really had to strain to hear
the words came fast and disappeared
they were drowned out by good music, i’m not gonna lie
cuz good beats are the noise behind which singers hide
as they beat a woman up inside
it’s easy to do once we’ve been dehumanized
and the devil’s greatest aid is my greatest frustration
it’s the most common appellation to sweep the nation
rhymes with witch, i’ll leave it to your imagination
and you may think there’s no correlation
but when a man loves a woman who won’t love him back
what if his first instinct is to attack
he’s got lyrics and blood pounding in his ears
and a helpless woman faces her worst fears
she’s smacked, shaken, beaten, torn apart
against all odds, his bite’s as bad as his bark
he causes the kind of pain that leaves a mark
and before he leaves, he turns to say his parting word
it’s on the tip of his tongue, comes out unslurred
might have been left unsaid if it had been left unheard
but its been so programmed, he doesn’t twitch
his mouth fills with venom and he spits out
b~tch
what can she do to ease her strife?
every song on the radio is a soundtrack to her life

so can we turn up the volume but turn down the noise?
stop polluting the minds of our men and our boys
with all the rude misogyny and bland h0m~geny
of rhymes and beats so crude and obsolete
cuz our ears are bleeding from all these cowards, the time is ours
we are ready to devour lyrics that make us feel empowered
i know it’s a steep mountain to climb
it might take a while but until that time
i think i’d just rather spit my own rhymes

- lirik lagu madiha bhatti

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