Queenzilla
• Written by Icy_Rain
Yeah, it’s Icy Rain…
Steppin' heavy through your city like a legend in heels.
They wanted a monster —
So I came out the mud with a crown and a grill.
I’m a beast in Dior, Glock tucked in the clutch,
Ain’t a b***h in my lane, I be doin’ too much.
From the gutter, where the roaches ran tags on the rug,
Now it’s marble in the loft, but I still show love.
Hood made, hood raised, never switch codes,
Turn a soft chick savage when the streets froze.
I was servin' out the Civic with the bass low,
Now it's foreigns in the driveway — that’s peso.
Talk slick? Better back it with a weapon,
I done seen real killers turn rats in a second.
I don’t bend, I don’t break, I correct it —
Turn pain into power, now the whole block respect it.
Came from the bottom with nothin
’ but struggle and hunger,
I flipped it and turned it to thunder,
Now when I talk, they gon’ stutter,
I move like a ghost through the gutter, no wonder.
Haters be speakin' in whispers,
I make 'em regret every word when I run up.
I don’t do talkin', I do the deliverin’,
queen in the jungle, no fear in the summer.
Click clack with the wrist back, flip that,
Got a whole empire off a diss track.
Real ones in the trap, no chit-chat,
Got goons that'll move when I blink fast.
Been cold since the sandbox, been locked,
Came home, and I bossed up ten spots.
Now I make a hundred thou off screenshots,
Independent, still ball like a big shot.
No deal, no chain, just grit in my vein,
Got heat like the tip of a flame.
I don’t follow, I lead, I don’t beg, I bleed,
Turn loss into gold in the rain.
Tell the label they can keep they advance,
I own mine, got the game in a stance.
Made a throne out the pain and the plans,
Now I dance with the wolves in France.
Queenzilla — pressure never made me break,
Turn the pain into power, now they all awake.
Still roll with the wolves that don’t hesitate,
Icy Rain in the storm — elevate.
Queenzilla — I stomp when I come through,
Ice veins, fire tongue, what you gon' do?
Whole hood know the name when I slide thru,
Crown heavy, but I wear it like a drive-thru.
Queenzilla — Icy Rain been official,
One glare, turn a opp to a crystal.
War paint on with a bomb in the pistol,
If it’s beef, we can light it like a missile.
I’m the voice of the ghetto with a echo in gold,
Used to write my own raps over pots on the stove.
Now my pen write checks and the merch get sold,
And my name ring bells like a church on the stroll.
They was sleepin’ on the queen, I just let ‘em snore,
Now I’m front page news, sittin' top floor.
Every L was a step, every step war —
Now it’s champagne spills on a marble floor.
I been loyal to the struggle, got stripes for it,
Real pain, no cap — got life for it.
Every bar that I spit got fight in it,
You can feel the whole hood when I write in it.
Queenzilla — I stomp when I come through,
Ice veins, fire tongue, what you gon' do?
Whole hood know the name when I slide thru,
Crown heavy, but I wear it like a drive-thru.
Queenzilla — Icy Rain been official,
One glare, turn a opp to a crystal.
War paint on with a bomb in the pistol,
If it’s beef, we can light it like a missile.
This ain’t rap, this survival on a rhythm…
I ain’t just steppin' — I’m shiftin' the system.
Name’s Icy Rain — Queen of the Storm.
And I ain’t never ask permission to perform.
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Icy_Rain
Member since January 13 2023