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queens qollective - spirit lyrics

[intro skit: khaan & jampi]

khaan: hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up
hold up, hold up
khaan: get your hard hat on
jampi: check
khaan: put on that safety vest
jampi: yea he got it, he got it, check
khaan: your f-cking steel toe boots and your gloves
jampi: yo, yo
khaan: you got your needle?
jampi: c’mon on man
khaan: you got your impact gun? you got your goggles?
jampi: yea he got it, yea
khaan: you got your hammer ?
jampi: such a hard -ss man
khaan: your tape measure?, your f-cking helmets on backwards!
jampi: ha ha dumb-ss!!!

verse 1: khaan (ad-libs: jampi)
yo tell em jean we are not the same pedigree
physically and mentally we meant to be successful b (facts)
i’m coming for that cheddar cheese, could do this sh-t for centuries
(thats facts)
go bar for bar with me you must be smoking methamphetamine
(slow it down)
it’s the hustle, got n-gg-s getting put down (put down)
know some n-gg-s in the feds, record books now (getting nook now)
swear the young heads got n-gg-s shook now
cause n-gg-s really all about being crooks now (yea, speed it up now)
so please don’t ever question my f-cking method (uh)
fail proof, i found success in words but i digress in (yea)
life is chest, gotta manage stress living life in debt
there’s a lot of caviar to living life correct (thats facts)
got the mother f-cking mic possessed (thats facts)
spitting smooth silky sounds direct (thats that )
to let these mother f-ckers know that the queens flow is back and blessed (going like that yea)
we up next (blessed)

[chorus 1:khaan & ad-libs: khan]
yea my spirit high (high)
yea it touch the sky (sky)
yea i’m doing better (better)
yea i’m doing fine (fine)
yea my spirit high (ay)
yea it touch the sky (ay)
queens get the money (yuh)
until the day i die (wooo)
x2

[skit: jampi]
yea
yo hold up lee
ayo lee
yo hold up, hold up
hold up
can you turn that sh-t back up
yo
yea
yea right there
yea good looks, feel this sh-t n-gg-
yea
qas said that we getting too soft and sh-t, too soft?
the f-ck out here n-gg-
yea
ugh hum

[verse 2: jampi & ad-libs: jampi]
grinding always takes a toll my muscles ache to make a cent
lifes a b-tch that rides the d-ck i love it cause she taking it
(thats facts)
i told all of my n-gg-s that this money finna take a bit
(thats facts)
and hunger never settles dawg, only if you disable it (yea)
every time im dumping off, many seem to take a hint (uh huh)
put money over bullsh-t so go and peep the taste and scent ( uh huh)
saying f-ck money unemployed, you ain’t making sense?
(it’s like that)
not thats concrete motherf-cker, it just ain’t cement
sudden steps to summon death, i took a seat where satan sits (yea)
live to give a lamb or limb, sort of what cain and able did
(now thats facts)
countless nights of reading and wondering dawg if they exist
(thats facts)
rinnegan on hold, just wait till i reawaken it ( its on hold now)
queens qollective now perfected everything you least expected
(get yo -ss thrown out)
the beat selections is only thanks to the lease inspection
(its on hold now)
you wanna tell me how we ain’t the ones who breed aggression
(get yo -ss thrown out)
tell me the timing isn’t great and our st–z is progression (yea)
to break bread, we gotta build the trees up some more (uh huh)
the same bed, you got in one your lover and hoe (uh huh uh huh)
a sane head, would notice everything is joke (uh huh)
life got you swimming dog i hope you could float
(uh huh uh huh)
truth being told i don’t flaunt a lot
i been naked and too heated like a sauna spot, temp drops karma got (yea)
still the same j playing handball in the parking lot (yea)
still wear my j’s incase a mother f-cker talks a lot (thats facts)
still take the j from a place n-gg-s rob a lot (now thats facts)
still take some j’s to the face and i don’t spark a lot (like that now)
leave it in the booth and the mics what i hog a lot
(yea its like that now)
n-gg-s b-mp heads like a b-tch when she bops a lot
(yea count it down now)
so one for the n-gg-s who grip spalding more then pencils
(uh huh uh huh)
two for the b-tches that be wilding’ but still gentle
(uh huh uh huh)
three for the kids who touching p-ssy more than men do
(uh huh uh huh)
and four for the girls who think ya body don’t exempt you
(uh huh uh huh)

[outro: jampi]
yea, ya body don’t exempt you
ya body don’t exempt you
real n-gg-s goin’ get you
yea ya body don’t exempt you
yea
yo good sh-t lee
for everything n-gg-, ya heard?

- queens qollective lyrics

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