Queen Tut - Chief Kamachi

I call a slick chick the ruler…

Queen Tut, the first female African jeweler

Neck full of emeralds, respected by the criminals

Try to tell these sewer rats…

Statues of the queen in Africa look identical

The pale version of Nefertiti subliminal

They playing cover girl, caught up in another world

My hands on a real black oyster with a mother pearl

She shake a little knowledge to the drummer roll

She do her thing… look like summer gold

Her energy could brighten up a dark day

She doing crazy over posers…

Puff a little old school herb on her off day

Writing in her poetry journal, sipping a coffee

Every time she speak I think she lost me

Chill, you ain’t Lauryn Hill, killing me softly

Yeah, Queen Tut

She ain’t caught up in the TV or the peer pressure

…they say beauty in the eye of beholders

Her daddy called her the queen every time he would hold her

Now she only pick real men when she got older

Ain’t jealous on no women, they ain’t no chip on her shoulder

…all those lip injections and hip corrections

Black Madonna and the child, no disconnection…

Every time she speak I think she lost me

Chill, you ain’t Lauryn Hill, killing me softly

Yeah, Queen Tut