L'imperatrice

ducing his royal flyness
 The classic with the passion of something drastic of spoken highness
 Where love prevails in closed spaces of donjons tales
 Depending to the well of core vibrance
 Reaching the youth for a catastrophe
 Proud to be a humble king of her majesty
 A former love that can't loose
 To special inherited crown jewels
 Wars worn in the soul is where the battle'll be
 Let the people speak now
 Get the message across seas now
 To say the messenger pack and hit now
 Warmin' up the soul of the masses
 We speak melodic classes
 From verses of the book on how to get down
 Show your rhyme
 With the essence of something holy-like
 Touching the soul, body and the mind
 To manifest the image of a vivid astonishing beautiful empress
 Worthy to abide to with some pride
 Show your rhyme
 Yeah
 All hail the kingdom of the groove
 With good folks and good tunes
 Ain't scared to move, have a ball is what I dare to do
 Heating up like cooked food
 (bis)
 Rise and fall, back and forth
 Drawing a young feeling much to free
 Touch to be as much as I can feel
 Still the rest of me to be is much