Kings & Queens

[Intro: El-P] Greetings to all, ayy Greetings to all, uh [Verse 1: El-P] Greetings to all, here from the edge of a wall Upon a ledge where a fall Might be the way to make sense of it all Certainly worked for the dog I'm talking pet of my mama's mama, grandma mama Jumped for his life, lost it instead Didn't like heights, I gotta guess Liked starving to death even less Living room was a badly named mess On the inside of the room, there's no breath Pardon me, Carol, if I get it wrong We never met, this is only a song I heard a story just once with my mom She said the bottles you held didn't last very long When you gave out, no one knew that you'd gone Or knew that you couldn't bring food to the dog Damn, look at that beast Licking on the unanimated cheeks of the deceased Little white noise coming outta TV Women on floor in a heap Door to the balcony Cracked just enough to hear honking of horns from the street Wonder how long little Fluffy just stood there and stared Knowing it's either he jump or not eat Some families don't rise, they drop from the sky Four little paws and a bark to the gods Born from the death of a queen in New York Mama took that and fought with those odds It's in the blood, Fluffy just jumped To me, he's always been a hero unsung Mama jumped too like, "Fuck it, I'm here" And I'ma jump too like, "Fuck it, let's go" 'Cause I don't really see no other clear road It's just get dead or grow to get old Really can't risk not taking that risk Fluffy done jumped, how am I gon' ditch? Backflip the fuck off a cliff, ya lil' bitch In front of foundation, make a quick wish RTJ don't fall from grace Have a great day, get the bag, get away, ayy [Chorus: iamlashell & Vursatyl] There's never a test too major No matter what time may bring The weapons amassed to break us made us Kings and queens There's never a test too major No matter what time may bring The weapons amassed to break us made us Kings and queens, kings and queens [Verse 2: Killer Mike] Somethin' 'bout the feel of this beat Making me think of Denise, that was my mama Also to Lovie and Shunda But we raised by Betty and that story heavy, yeah But right now, the focus is Five-Finger Freddy Who worked for Big Eddie who drove in a Chevy The color spaghetti and he sold her lettuce And lettuce is actually weed, and I know you actually know, 'cause You ain't no actual ho, uh I had to be about nine at the time This had to be '84, so Mama was pretty and Freddy was petty So he played my mom like a lame But he did not know that Denise was a beast She flipped on his ass insane A stick and a stab, a stick and a stab He couldn't get a hold of her hand A stick and a stab, a stick and a stab My mama was whooping a man Fuckboy Freddy wasn't ready Playing with Denise 'bout fetti, got left bloody and messy Learnt my lesson And my lesson was be impeccable with your word Even dope boys on the curb You're a king, say what you mean and mean your word Or you might get fucked up Left out leaking like Freddy on the side of a curb With a blood-stained hand Mama still fixed my clothes Told me, "Stand like a man And never fold for these hoes", love [Chorus: iamlashell & Vursatyl] There's never a test too major No matter what time may bring The weapons amassed to break us made us Kings and queens There's never a test too major No matter what time may bring The weapons amassed to break us made us Kings and queens, kings and queens