Prodigy of Mobb Deep) [Nas:] With the Kings of rock now, nigga Know what I mean? [DMC:] Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave. Queen's Queen's Queen's
your arms King of kings, King of creation King of kings, with the queen of the nation King of kings, King of iration King of kings, with the queen
of thangs We kings and queens eatin' chicken wings But greasy finger tips can't hold the cepters so it slips Now who's equip to come up on a grip Abraver
who haven't heard A king and queen combine minds and trample Thos who oppose us, here's an example [queen latifah] It's time to run, the king and queen
from? A little bird is chirping and she's singing a song She's shaking em and waking em and giving em mas As the clock tick tocks and the bodies drop
easy Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave Queens, queens, queens Some come out of their hometown and they never get dough But three teens from queens take over the world and
no in-between We either niggaz or Kings We either bitches or Queens The deadly ritual seems immersed, in the perverse Full of short attention spans, short tempers, and
stand the heat like vultures Open ya wings, the soul of a King Song of a Queen, dawned with the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im
add to the list of aggrivation Subtracting suckers like a math computation We are not teaching pupils and subjects with no scruples This is a king and queen creation So hello hello hello and
a DJ, producer, and mind you a friend of mine I hop, dip, and spend with the children So get down with the sound and you will lend To let me bring while I bring Queen
(Yuck!) She's too much She looks like she don't know better A case of partial extreme Dressed in a Robert Hall sweater Acting like a soap opera queen
queen of the team, with cream, you're so supreme A blessin' in the skies, open up your eyes Me and you together, shit, we gon' collect the vibes Exercise and
trees Kings and queens and squires flee Chessboard battlements ablaze Battle photo bleached away Lonely with the company But when November calls me Creation
it for you, would you do it for me? We will always be busy making misery We could build a factory And make misery We'll create the cure We made the
What a difference a day makes Where a little girl once stood Now sits an empty bass Cold and shiny, hard and tiny Difficult to wash away Oh, monsters
?* Now we step incide conceptually a different view, And uncover the horror that we're injecting into *All our children's minds.* Born into a peasant monarchy, A