Queen Until - Panik, Psalm One

Shouts out to Nespresso, trying to get me all addicted

When I wake up in the AM, I’m thankful and committed

This crystal life is fitted

Trying to get that buzz and snap back

All this education, get all these folks to back that

Front me all you want to, but I got these bangin' smoothies

Lemonhead don’t suit you, your bitterness don’t change shit

Pain is proven, pleasure principles and petty anguish

Missed me with that super-hater, I just came the same bitch

Keeping on my schedule, I know my finesse, mane

Got my CD cliqued up, trying to rumble for some web fame

Market and promotion, what happened to your fresh tape?

Oh.

You looked good though

Better get those checks while you can

By popular demand

You just have to understand

That you stepping in the Land of the Windy’s illest

And you just don’t stand up to greatness

In the stands, as a champion demands of my city limit

Ha, my city limits get a bad rap with all this

Everybody pointing fingers, everybody is the problem

You in the basement, taking shit away from talent

Shit, it took me nine years just to link with Panik

That whole look-stupid sorry moment, I promise I will never postpone moments

Cause it’s golden, impossible to hold on and focus

When you too busy rolling on that whole shit

And you’ll notice that it’s hopeless

Auntie was a player and my uncle was a preacher

Sipping on a bottle about the size of your ego

Used to rep the choir and my range was alto

Now I’m like the flyest in my lane from Chicago

And I don’t ride big, but I got the money for the ticket on the rims

Feeding all my friends while you feasting on a trend

Queen til the world ends (queen til the world ends)

Alright (x6)

Queen til the world ends (queen til the world ends)

Alright (x6)

Queen til the world ends (queen til the world ends)

Wicker Park to Pilsen, Evanston to Englewood

Hunter’s to the Low End, Hyde Park to your hood

Peace to all the peaceful, «fall back» to the violent

Middle fingers blazing to the fakers keeping silent

Derrick Rose got money, Kanye and Obama too

What you doing rocking that when they shut off your water, fool?

I don’t go my flush, it is affordable

Anyone who’s shucking when you’re jiving is recordable

Know these villains laughing, and your children bastards

I go and teach them so they won’t go out so tragic

They won’t play the jam on GCI cause it ain’t trendy

But I just cashed another check, guess the truth is plenty

In me is a fire, and a message to inspire

Fuck with me, I guarantee, you’ll listen to the right stuff

Your favorite rapper be looking to me for therapy

So stop comparing me to bitches I don’t care to be

Auntie was a player and my uncle was a preacher

Sipping on a bottle about the size of your ego

Auntie was a player and my uncle was a preacher

Sipping on a bottle about the size of your ego