Queen Moves

Crown ain't heavy, I wear it steady, ready for the throne,

Throw punches at the doubters, my stance cut from stone.

Diamond mind sharper than scissors that snip the clone,

Original blueprint, every bar carved in my zone.

Step to the mic, I’m here to ignite,

Flames to the rhythm, cutting through the night.

Every syllable’s a sword, slicing wrong from right,

They watching me ascend while I take flight.

Gold hoops swinging, a pendulum of pride,

From the pavement to the peak, no need to hide.

Laundry list of wins, hang them all to dry,

They speaking weak whispers; I’m the roar, the cry.

They throw stones; I build castles out that glass,

Every shard a reflection of the trials I’d bypass.

Path paved with fire, they begging for a pass,

But I’m unfazed, moving fast, outlast the mass.

Step to the mic, I’m here to ignite,

Flames to the rhythm, cutting through the night.

Every syllable’s a sword, slicing wrong from right,

They watching me ascend while I take flight.

Ink drip venom, pen a venomous spell,

Every word's a weapon, stories only I tell.

Hold my own throne, hear the anthem swell,

Queen moves I execute; you a story I dispel.