What do you see when you look at me

The finest of the fine in a long line of royalty

The best I bee, Bow down to me, Her Highness, Her Majesty

So Sovereign-ly I rein Supreme, Remaining sole ruler of my own destiny

Its my legacy to tyrant-ly dictate alone, solo I roll, I am controller and dominator

Of the microphone the Real Queen Bee I bee upon my throne the fiercest ruler

This world has known, runnin' my kingdom with a steel fist. I keep em locked down and fit unskilled mc’s with steel bracelets wrapped round their wrists.

Held up in facilities for the rhyme impaired and lyrically challenged.

I tied em up and bound em, confined em to a cell to carry out my imposed sentence.

Convicted of conspiracy, found em guilty of being members of the hip hop resistance.

So my only recourse was to force your crooked asses outta business. A simple task involving no stress, I lay down laws ... I’m the lyrical Empress.

I have a monopoly hold on this rappin experience

I torment my opposition into submission are you bitches listenin? I’m dissin em !

I’m teachin em a lesson they have no choice but to learn. MC is a title not given out lightly, it’s an honored talent, rarely some are naturally blessed with but usually it's mastered; either achieved by perfection, or studied in great detail and eventually earned.

Lyricists' come from a high class sect of society, they be descendants of artists and musicians held in high propriety, members or relatives of royal families blessed with abilities to come and jam wit me.

Born with the gift of poetry they, flow free and represent the elite, spittin heat, on the m.i.c. so I ask again....tell me, what do you see when you look at me, the finest of  the fine you silly... PEASANTS!!

I AM LYRICALLY

THE EPIDIMY OF

ROYALTY

THE REAL QUEEN BEE

IT'S AN HONOR TO GET STUNG BY ME !