he go? you don't know You move too slow, boy you blow My style flows on you right here Where my queens niggaz? (right here!) Is you out there? (yeah!...
shut the fuck up bitch its Infamous youre ass betta not scream dont make me hafta wipe urer muthafuckin brains off my sheets I'm gonna burn u watch u burning
, I could still end up crazy The Heaven says, to beware Well, I could still end up crazy I'll shiver to hold my thoughts But the ghosts in my dreams Still
the rage it burns like Chinese torture She's just someone's favourite daughter Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters Friends and enemies they're all the same They'll burn
mother that birthed my frame Five for the father 'cause he taught me game Been 'round the world, songs are all the same Sometimes when I'm asleep I still
pause in this walk Rock his jewels, truck and he still eat pork He get his little hustle on, he run with his major team Crazy ass dread from Jamaica, Queens
Worldwide I take you to Europe Worldwide Come back to Queens Worldwide I take you to Russia Worldwide I take it to the North pole Worldwide I bring it back to Queens
do or die that is my question a little seed burning in me it's hot i must get water racing towards the sun do or die break or burn i've still got so much
I need gimme what I need. [Zion I] Dear Lord you show me the best of times You show me the worst of times Confusion all over my mind but still I keep
and I've been burned But it's all apart of me I've got bars around my heart but I still believe There's someone out there with the key But I still dream
When you finally take yourself Day will be night, all will be nothing As the flickering candles that lit up our chess Can burn no more When the queen
me say that "I'll love you anyways" Darlin' shall I hold you when you were to walk away? You're leaving now But are you coming home for good Do queens still
one night stands, more than a few prison bars melted into wedding bands We've made you all the peasants and we've made ourselves the kings Our queens are still
welled with tears Today and still today they ride Will they ever win? He the glory, she the love Still they try again He the glory, she the love Still
time, on Forty Second Street! They burned the churches in Harlem, Like in that Spanish Civil War. The flames were everywhere, But no one really cared! It always burned
smack the W, silly on From the valleys of Ohio, to the sounds of Cairo Still hit, like the whirlwind kick of Ryu Zig-Zag-Zig Allah, still puzzled like
(MF Doom) Keep in mind this flow is used for practice. Even so still top choice off the tracklist. Far as I know we've been blacklist For as long as the
She's a slack one, born of greed Speaking endless words, long and empty A beggar who still wants to choose A dethroned queen still demands her due If