Queenie Lasoul - Dear Rapper, “They Care” (Official Music Video)

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Director: Jacob Rink
Executive Producer: Agape Sound LLC
Music Production & Enginering: Danny Lewie


Lyrics:

(Queenie)
(I'm sick and tired of you letting)
(These folks play on yo’ name)
(We supposed’ to be rich by now)
(And yo ass playin’ around)
(Stop playing with these folks)
(Show em’ you the motherfuckin’ one)

Let me cool out
Sucker MC’s better move out
Landlord how I take checks
And I checked
You ain’t pay your respect
You’re in debt with the crew now
Woo’ child
Queenie kill with the pen
Murder ink on the pad
Got em’ praying Jah rule now
I knew then what they say they knew now
Can’t touch this MC Hammer
Fuck who doubt
Starving like the food out
Plus Danny Lewie made the beat
So I eat got me smackin’
That’s a chew sound
This a new crown to me
I inherited
Shout out to my matriarch
Said I’m never settlin’
And she seconded it and said
I ain’t raise a terrorist
But I see you blowing up this shit
I’m the president
Verses should be merited
Spit more bars in this verse
Than some rappers ever did
So it’s evident
Which means that I ain’t gotta’ spell it
First pharaoh in this rap game
Yeah I said it
Queen tings’ peasants
Try to get it and I let it
Raise vibrations high
Like it’s credit in the present
Uh’

Number one not the two or the three
(Who you know rhyming like that)
(I don't know nobody rhyming like that)
Oh
Oh you hear now
Number one not the two or the three
(Better open yall' motherfuckin’ ears and listen)
Yeah
Bet they care now
Number one not the two or the three
(They ain't never hear no female spit like this)
(Folks been waiting on this shit)
Yeah they hear now
Uh’
Yeah they hear now
(Clap yo’ motherfuckin’ hands for my friend)
(Lets go)

Listen
I ain’t killer but don’t push me
Rather get merked’ by a vet than a rookie
Pride shit that’ll be the death of you
Guess it’s too late now
Feet to the neck of anybody on a pedestal
It’s incredible just ate yet I’m never full
Meat sittin’ right on the skeletal
Off the top like I don’t think the head’ll do
Heard your last rhyme I don’t think it’s credible
Mad lies you don’t even need to
Got me like
We don’t believe you
You need more people
Let me teach you
Profess or hold the truth
Till it seep through
Then made clear like see through
I see who
Only me and who I feed
Can’t afford to pay attention to this toxicity
Tell these rappers stop acting like Pac after scene
Huh’
This be
My poetic justice
Written through substance
Abusing without tree
Crushing whatever you wrap with
Yet I still smoke anybody on track it’s
No Sha'Carri it’s Queenie La with the pack
And
Don’t forget the soul
Royal from my head to my motherfuckin’ toe
Nails
Nigga


(Oh you feeling yourself now huh’)
(That’s what the fuck I’m talking bout)



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