[Verse 1 - Jeru The Damaja]

Shinin' star but not a movie actress

Mind refined, skintone many shades of blackness

And every man wanna have this, because she's the baddest

And her booty it got the fatness

Many come with excess bagage from broken homes

To heal her dome I wrote these poems

And most love to talk on the phone

The real ones they either love you or they leave you alone

Act childish even though they fullgrown

Some jump badge you gotta be like: shorty watch ya tone

Causin' commotion cause the species deal with emotion

No matter how dope they are they put you through the motion

Some move real fast and others in slow motion

The ones that's upset they have they granny fix some love potion

Some love flowers most smell like baby lotion

Some so ill they have a player talkin' love and devotion

The ones that been done wrong watch how you approach 'em

And save those phoney lines they can tell if you genuine

No matter how un-coachable I can coach you

I need to form my team...my black queen



[Hook x2: Jeru]

"The-the-the-the Queens" [x3]

not "The bitches"



[Verse 2 - Jeru The Damaja]

Mother of mankind body a shrine black sunshine

God's most exquisit design wish they all were mine

The way she walk get me caught up everytime

Damn honey mad fine on some Sade shit is it a crime

The way she shake doubletape makes you break ya neck

Women little or nothing talkin' about she want respect

You gettin' weak she eat you up and gingerly step

But if it's tight then you just might get her in check

But come correct and don't have the wrong one have ya baby

Ask her how many niggaz she want she'll probably say three

Some love to love you some love to spend money

I'm crazy tight with my loot but she can get all my honey

My man doin' life behind ears and that ain't funny

And the sky is the limit if they find themselves a dummy

Most like exquisit gear but they crib look mad bummy

Believe in T.V. with no concept of reality..my black queen



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3 - Jeru The Damaja]

Ancient universal symbol of fertility, black soil

Wicked royal and loyal her skin mask moves from baby oil

She makes my temper boil I'm bound of her duty

Whether she got a real fat, or real flat booty

Due love the now man woman and child she makes me smile

All those show her conference try to copy her style

Mothers watch my sisters and nieces

As I grow older my respect for her increases

If she a hoe I scoop up and teach her like Jesus

My excistance without her is meaningless

My goal is more than to get her undressed

I mentally caress this godess, pittoresque the nubian princess

See I once called her a bitch but she is a empress

And I can't live without her this I must confess

And thought sometimes she fills my life with stress

Nevertheless I love her to death...my black queen



[Hook x2]