Queens Cast, Eve, Brandy - Rap Battle lyrics

This ain't Milli Vanilli
You think we your puppets
That's the difference
We tryna have our own voice heard
But, you ain't listening
You so high on your pedestal
Thinking you got control of what
You let us do my pen is equally incredible
I'm not just looks
I'm not your pretty lil ornament
It's like Miyagi versus
You in the tournament
Supposed to be a Queens thing
But, you made it difficult
Supposed to be a team thing
Not you individual
So maybe go and get your own deal
Nobody wanna walk in your shoes, baby
We got our own heels

Uh, huh, uh ayo, first off, Brianna
You not on my level ever
Better go tuck the kids in and
Tеll 'em why daddy left 'em
Tеll 'em no fairytales and
No happily ever after
Tell ya daughter her mother was
More stripper than rapper
Let me quiet down to shape up
You always set your place up in this race
But show that model face without that make up
You gave a new meaning to
"around the way girl" nasty meant lyrics
Not spread your legs to the world

Okay, okay you take that, you got that one
Ayo, Eric, gimme something i can bop to

Uh, oh you wanna take it there?
Gloves off, no playing fair
Who's your baby daddy, when you met him?
C'mon, name the year
You too busy shadow boxing in the
Mirror to be a mom
I can give you pointers but you
Prolly still will get it wrong
You just got a complex
Everything's a contest
Napoleon, more like dynamite
With your bomb threats i am not the same lil
Briana in that prom dress
Who caught you rockin' more than just
The mic up in the projects
My mirror on the wall, huh
Say I'm Michael Jackson bad
Your mirror off the wall, ugly attitude
Breakin' glass
You just wanna whine and complain
Drinkin' wine like a wine-o
I'm just tryna shine
Ending mine on a high note

Every rapper sex toy
You decide to show up now?
Bitin' my style so you can
Act like the golden child
Always late for interviews
Too busy up in a dude
Now you wanna write your rhymes? before
Money was it for you if you wasn't pretty
Everybody'd be dissin' you
Nobody's missin' you, not a visionary
Nothing that you say we wanna listen to
You gotta be lyrical to spit the truth
And I can count the years that i
Couldn't even get you in the booth

Ayo, first off Bri, you a mini version of me
And second of all
Jill ain't got the skills to be ill
So me writing your rhymes is
A much better design i started this group
I coulda left your ass behind
When my pen hit the pad it's
On top of the charts
And now, just like your marriage
You want us to fall apart
It's jealousy and i can't even
Say it any clearer
You spendin' too much time in the mirror
You tryna be the mommy or a don
You a copy and a fraud
You Johnny, I'll be Bobby
My new edition is strong
So run along Tyra, we can't Bank on you
And a leader, we can't put that rank on you

Ayo, stop the beat, I'ma go off top
It's called growth and maturity
You stuck in the past
A insecure scared little girl
Now i'm spankin' that ass
This is a wake up call
We ain't here to go tit-for tat
Nasty bitches is in our image
We no longer livin' like that
But, I get it, you did it to sell records
Now the gimmick is done
Pullin' the wool over the people and
Critics like Xplicit's the only one
We 'bout to re-write our own stories
And make the narrative change
To show to whole world we real Queens
Not embarrassed and ashamed
My marriage has nothing to do
With the stardom and fame i honor the pain
And use it to be a
Goddess and slaughter the game
All artists that gold, ain't tarnished
I'm polished and heavy
My knowledge is deadly, lyrically a problem
I'll demolish your petty
The lesson your taught me was win
And I'ma win for the crew
To teach you the lesson that
Everything ain't all about you