[Intro] [Queen] Doctor... You said the Witch needed an MC with bars? Fine. Here I am. [Bass Witch] Show 'em. [Drop] [Verse 1 - Queen] You wanted an MC? Good call, now listen Crown on the mic Witch locked on the rhythm You questioned the method So we changed the position She handles the pressure I handle the diction Now give me a break Let me ride that clean One Queen, one Witch And a bass machine No split concentration No blurred routine You wanted division? Here's your fucking team I came for the bars So the bars get delivered Quick on the consonants Cold with the trigger Kick gets thicker When the cadence gets quicker She bends that bass I get mean with the rhythm Doctor, take notes Since you made the suggestion Turns out your theory Made a hell of a session [Pre-Drop] [Queen] Witch... You got something for him? [Bass Witch] Mm-hm. [Drop] [Chorus - Queen] Crown on the mic Witch on the bass One runs the rhythm One runs the pace You wanted bars You wanted clean Now watch what happens When you split the machine Crown on the mic Witch on the bass Turn that pressure up Let it shake the whole place Call it division Call it what you will You asked for an MC Now stand fucking still [Drop] [Verse 2 - Queen] Sixteen loaded No wasted motion Locked to the snare While she bends that low end Pocket gets tighter I slide right through it Witch throws a switch And I know what to do with it Double that tempo Then pull it behind Land on the kick Then get ahead of the line No chasing the rhythm The rhythm is mine She cooks underneath While I carve through the time That's two separate jobs Two separate threats She makes the room move I put words on their necks No stepping on frequencies No fighting for space Just Queen in the pocket While the Witch shakes the place You wanted prolific? Careful what you request Give a Queen her own voice She might get fucking obsessed [Beat Cut] [Queen] Oh... I like this. [Bass Witch] Told you. [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3 - Queen] Back in the pocket I'm cracking the pattern Attack it then back off And watch how it matters Stacking the cadence Then snapping it flatter She changes the bass And I change with it faster No borrowed bravado No decorative Queen Put the crown near a mic Now you know what I mean I can cut through a break I can sit in between Every kick, every snare Every space in the scene Give the Witch both hands Let her murder the decks Give the Queen sixteen See what happens next Your hypothesis tested Your theory confirmed We divided the labor Now look what you learned [Build] [Queen] Doctor... You were right. That hurt to say. [Final Chorus - Queen] Crown on the mic Witch on the bass One runs the rhythm One runs the pace You wanted bars You wanted clean Now watch what happens When you split the machine Crown on the mic Witch on the bass Turn that pressure up Let it shake the whole place Call it division Call it what you will You asked for an MC Now stand fucking still [Bass Witch] My turn. [Final Drop] [Instrumental Outro] [Queen] Okay, Doctor... I'll give you that one. She sounds fucking good when she's only working the decks. And apparently... I have bars. Oh— One more thing. Since Booty can't multitask and you have to do all his talking for him... Tell him I'm not coming home. The jungle smells better anyway.
