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Queen - Bananas lyrics
Chorus x2: 
 Who you gonna call when it's time to brawl 
 standin' 'round waitin' for my queendom to fall 
 Well I think not styles are pipin' hot 
 Blazin' amazin' I give it all I got 
 I'm tellin' you straight up all sleepin' beauties better wake up 
 I'll tear your state up so set the date up 
 And I'm a rip it what if it what was it 
 Who did it who does it 
 From private to public 
 Anywhere I'm in there and been there 
 So recognize this, who the nicest 
 Sit down and settle for your constellation prizes 
 Whatever you want I got 
 Whether you ready or not 
 It's about to get hot when I drop 
 So notes, pause another spot 
 To do you, don't get me in a corner make me do you 
 Don't try to be me, do you 
 Be coo' to you and do you 
 I'm on a higher level with different class, another plane 
 I am the Queen, that's my name, time to explain 
 that I spit game with dames 
 Leave 'em all with shit stains 
 Split frames, hopin' you hopin' that I'm jokin' 
 Don't know but still blink off like fo'-fo's 
 but so-so, slow mo's comin' in like the po-po's 
 Don't want rocks comin' at me the wrong way 
 Packin' much rocks, it's gonna be a long day 
 And for real, spittin' on imbessiles and spinnin' wheels 
 on my 600 you want it, you must be blunted 
 I'll take it to your stomach, run it, give me all 
 mic for mic, steppin' to me you gonna fall, we brawl Queen - Bananas - http://motolyrics.com/queen/bananas-lyrics.html
 Throwin' a two-piece so loose leafs 
 It's the Q-U-double-E-N 
 You know how I'm MCin' 
Chorus x2
 See physically you not ready 
 Lyrically you not ready 
 Mentally maybe 
 Who talks tough, time to get the baby 
 No threats or small bets on my bond we can get it on 
 From dusk 'til dawn from night 'til mourn 
 Some bubble hard squads are gone, no gimmicks, no tricks 
 'til one of us admits it's a battle a whisk 
 So look I'm off the hook, while you off the rocker 
 Thinkin' I'm shook, get the phone book, call the doctor 
 Are you out of your mind, doubtin' mines, out of line 
 Talkin' out your behind, shoutin' rhymes out of time 
 It's all over, what's up, yeah, what, what now, you tough now 
 Now you hush, hush now, ain't sayin' too much now 
 Thought so, haunt yo' sleepin' ass, creepin' fast 
 like you was doin' somethin', now I gotta ruin somethin' 
 You image, your career, lookie here you whole life is hangin' in the air 
 like a chandilier, poppin' off like a can of beer, understand is it clear 
 If not let me put it in your ear that I'm royalty 
 Even though I'm low-key, you know me 
 You be singin' over my tracks like it's kareoke 
 If you don't know the half you gon' feel the wrath 
 Represent the rugged path, the Flavor Unit staff 
 Droppin' math'matics, layin' you out like craftmatic 
 I'll let you have it, so you don't want the static 
Chorus x2









