Queen Herawin - Wordsworth, Punchline, MFW, Queen Herawin, and Invincible Freestyle (A Long Rhyme Coming: The 1999 to 2002 Sessions Pt. 1) lyrics

[Intro: Wordsworth] D.L., Eddie Ill. This how we do. Yo, yo [Verse 1: Wordsworth] Sold out, appeared with the red carpets rolled out Then watched the ambulance collect artists when the show's out No doubt. For D.L. & Eddie Ill I'll play the tape. That's how I celebrate after every k** Buy it dubbed down—Lord know you already will I'll sell comp—in their household, they're handling every bill To answer the question when I signed to Rawkus Started bidding wars, so labels combined their offers Inside my Walkman, a Punch & Words EP Pocketing profits selling burned CDs I'm too advanced. Your terms B.C. My chromosomes are cloned Sperms thawed, and then, in turn, freeze me Meanwhile, see how I can free crowds Indeed, now. Don't agree, you can leave now Scam revealed, demanding appeal and retrial My freestyles like the Green Mile penile Nobody's in the booth while the rhyme's being said That's why you throw meat in a cage—so a lion gets fed November 7th, we'll scare our contenders' presence You too soft for The Source—I saw you in December's Essence Recording in fast-forward. Camp from the past on it You sitting stupid, look like a dunce in a cla** corner Police [?] subpoenas, and flash warrants Last warning for my cats [?] [Interlude 1: Punchline] What? Yeah. Check it [Verse 2: Punchline] Punchline & Wordsworth be the hottest team spitting We keep hitting. You screw-facing with your teeth gritting Off the head or written, give it up I suggest n***as is dead and don't even know it like The Sixth Sense Leave you in suspense, spit hot sh**. I'll drop A gem but not the kind you try to flood your watch with Try to top this. Kids want to spit like me With a new running D—‘stead of ‘didas, it's Nike Crash the party if you don't invite me, f** with it Used to battle n***as in high school for lunch tickets Get money in clubs. Now all the hoes give me hugs I'll sh** on b**hes and blame it on Buddy Love Straight bug. I'm a born cheapskate My status be bigger than Kool Moe Dee shades I'll always try to play the D.L. with Eddie Ill On November 7th, n***as better write their will [Verse 3: MFW] Get to white-flag-waving. Throw in your towels too Don't care about your crew, DJ, who produce Mix sounds, studio, neighborhood, demo How you roll promos, bios, or high hopes Your style is stationary—no chance to advance My loyalty's to soil—I'll roam many lands Again, here I am. The woman in control Smoke pellet mixed with dro, burning scented candles Handle phrases, be careful of not wording In matters of midnight, keep them shut like [?] Motherf**ing certain expert in Exposing thoughts right out behind curtains This verse has a purpose: to show what my worth is No guest appearances, no work by plastic surgeons Y'all still haven't learned when to do the mat-tapping Quit, forfeit sh**, throw your hand back in The [?] [Verse 4: Queen Herawin (of Juggaknots)] Yo, [?] we take all prisoners, visitors, and all No free call. When we brawl, emcees be sprawled Battling with Alcatraz f*gs, I'll cause spaz Like epilepsy. Step to me, I'll have you stepping back Like popo. At a showdown, most n***as throw down The profound all score—no need for A&R to seek My repertoire. I'll wreck a wall like anxious inmates Create lines like compulsive liars when I conversate, complicate Your Plan A, plus B and C. See back at Z Before you see me. Lyrically cause entropy Like ODB or Sisqó whipping a Pinto. Enter this Soul-deep black obsession. Cause depression clinically I'm pressing competition's weight like Jake the Snake Wake you up like Laurence Fishburne at the last term Of School Daze. Come back like reincarnation to amaze While I use the vocal tube to cause danger, wither with flow We j**el phase [Interlude 2: Invincible and Queen Herawin (of Juggaknots)] Queen Herawin (of Juggaknots): Check it out Invincible: And I'm at least Invincible, do it like this [Verse 5: Invincible] When I rhyme, I'll raise the bar so high, it graze the stars At times, I'm a perfectionist, [?] erase my flaws Put it in the catcher's mitt—strike three. It doesn't strike me As unusual your label's using you—they sheisty It's predictable like [?] hooks to hit songs Do whatever it takes to get on—that's dead wrong Forget silicone—you need sk** implants, iller poems Think fast. Now, tell me why we're still unknown Real emcees don't sell, so we all ghostwriters See my name headlining on your local show fliers Invincible brings a different view. Think it through Before you diss my crew—Anomalies got the b**h's brew Like Miles Davis, all these trials and tribulations And I finally made it. Infectious in sessions ‘cause my style's contagious Flowing over Molemen on mixtapes Written on the spot and just a quick taste Bring it back