: So you feel like you ain't somebody? Always needed to be somebody? Well, put your feet on the ground, put your hand on your heart, turn your eyes to
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So you feel like you ain't somebody? Always needed to be somebody? Well, put your feet on the ground, put your hand on your heart, turn your eyes to the
Übersetzung: Königin. Battle Themes.
So you feel like you ain't somebody? Always needed to be somebody? Well, put your feet on the ground, put your hand on your heart, turn your eyes to
of cocaine, the product of the devil, am I sellin my soul? Got tired of small time livin, ni**az tellin me no I got MINE, f**k THEM OTHER SUCKERS, that
they didn't cherish me I write about the smart ones, the ones that need therapy Them hoodrat broads, them afrocentric queens And them ones that let you
re my kind of hell Battle ins field & new york streets Were watching from a bridge But what the theif an you said made no sense To even stole them anyway
back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full blown attack I'm launchin' At them, the track
what have the phantom queens but deceived you Army of shadows climbing silvery moun- tains lineing molton and ask kiss my Camouflage the battle scars
Warfare [3] The poor and the rich Kings and queens Giving money giving gold Hugo de Payens means Pope and priests Patronize the Order And they regard them
arrest you I ain't playing, you know what I'm saying? This ain't the best you've ever hear coming from a female MC But you know what I mean? (Hail to the Queen
countin down them days I rep for y'all bitches that work lizzie bags That sell hot shit, half price off of tags I rep for them chicks that write they
all, I'm lookin to prove a point kickin a freestyle every now and then but mostly off the joint See I smoke good cuz see it go good wit them flows, why
dead line my nest with your soul -- cleansed in bloodshed [chorus] BATTLE READY! poets gonna take control BATTLE READY souls violate parole BATTLE
my feet From the bars that I spit to my name on her cheeks Catch me on the mixtape, Bentley with the Queen draped Pilot on deck G5 when I gotta skate