Beware The Queens (feat. TaniSa)

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The lyrics to this song are the intellectual property of TaniSa.

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[Verse 1 – Into the Neon Maw]
Engines roaring, ash on our lips,
city gates glow with a serpent’s hiss.
Junkies stare, think we’re easy prey—
till I break one’s jaw and she ends the play.

Steel boots on concrete, neon in our eyes.
They call us “desert girls,” but they don’t realize—
we’re storms in leather, born from burning land.
Touch us wrong, you won’t stand.

[Pre-Chorus]
They never learned:
wolves don’t walk alone.
Two hearts—one throne.

[Chorus]
Let the city bleed its lies, we rise above,
iron in our bones, fire in our love.
Let the night come close—no chain can hold us ever.
QUEENS — always together, apart never.

[Verse 2 – Market Clash]
Black market heat, pulse under skin,
a fixer smirks like he’s sure to win.
His four dogs circle—hungry for a price—
till she cracks one down and I roll the dice.

Cyberarm sparks scream loud in the air,
slam another down in front of the stare.
Crowds step back, whisper ancient prayers—
we walk through smoke like twin nightmares.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
They never knew:
love can sharpen steel.
Two blades—one will.

[Chorus 2]
Let the towers watch us burn through the weather,
metal hums our names—we cut every tether.
If they hunt us now, they’ll learn their lesson better.
QUEENS — always together, apart never.

[Verse 3 – Rooftop Snipers]
Wind howls low like a Slavic choir,
sniper rounds hiss past, death on a wire.
I throw steel—hear the body fall,
she pins the last one against the tower wall.

His breath shakes; ours stays calm.
I whisper, “Aim better,” and drop the bomb.
We stand on the edge with blood-warm hands—
the neon bows to our command.

[Pre-Chorus 3 – Folk Chant]
Two souls, one flame,
storm-born, untamed.
Hear our vow forever:
no power cuts our tether.

[Final Chorus]
Let the engines roar, let the skyline sever,
we’ll carve our path through stormy weather.
No king, no gang, no god does it better.
QUEENS — always together, apart never.

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------------------------------------------------------------------------ The lyrics to this song are the intellectual property of TaniSa. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ [Verse 1 – Into the Neon Maw] Engines roaring, ash on our lips, city gates glow with a serpent’s hiss. Junkies stare, think we’re easy prey— till I break one’s jaw and she ends the play. Steel boots on concrete, neon in our eyes. They call us “desert girls,” but they don’t realize— we’re storms in leather, born from burning land. Touch us wrong, you won’t stand. [Pre-Chorus] They never learned: wolves don’t walk alone. Two hearts—one throne. [Chorus] Let the city bleed its lies, we rise above, iron in our bones, fire in our love. Let the night come close—no chain can hold us ever. QUEENS — always together, apart never. [Verse 2 – Market Clash] Black market heat, pulse under skin, a fixer smirks like he’s sure to win. His four dogs circle—hungry for a price— till she cracks one down and I roll the dice. Cyberarm sparks scream loud in the air, slam another down in front of the stare. Crowds step back, whisper ancient prayers— we walk through smoke like twin nightmares. [Pre-Chorus 2] They never knew: love can sharpen steel. Two blades—one will. [Chorus 2] Let the towers watch us burn through the weather, metal hums our names—we cut every tether. If they hunt us now, they’ll learn their lesson better. QUEENS — always together, apart never. [Verse 3 – Rooftop Snipers] Wind howls low like a Slavic choir, sniper rounds hiss past, death on a wire. I throw steel—hear the body fall, she pins the last one against the tower wall. His breath shakes; ours stays calm. I whisper, “Aim better,” and drop the bomb. We stand on the edge with blood-warm hands— the neon bows to our command. [Pre-Chorus 3 – Folk Chant] Two souls, one flame, storm-born, untamed. Hear our vow forever: no power cuts our tether. [Final Chorus] Let the engines roar, let the skyline sever, we’ll carve our path through stormy weather. No king, no gang, no god does it better. QUEENS — always together, apart never.

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