tag ur it muhfukkkaaaa

Sorry people. I've been in the sweatshop (aka rehearsal)...It appears as though I've been "tagged", not the facebook tag, but the blogspot tag...its mad complex. This is the layout.

1. Link the person who tagged you…
2. Mention the rules in your blog…
3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours
4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them
5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged

1.ima get to it
2. mention the rules in my blog...hmmm NO BITCHASSNESS...that should sum everything up
3. 6 quirks of mine...(thinking face is on). OK, one, I shop at shopgoodwill.com...its like ebay for poor people..good shit! Two, I have stomach fat that I grab at least once a day-in fun, even though i secretly wish that i could get it lipo-sucked out of me lol, Three, I can consume insane amounts of food in a day, if given a full refridgerator. Four, i love musical theatre! Five, Biggie makes me want to slap a bitch and therefore he is my favorite 90s rapper lol. Six, im nice-sometimes, not too savory of a trait lol
4. ima get to that shit lata
5. whoa now..niggas got jobs n shit. i cant comment right now lol...can i give an iou?

beyond the cotton field & new amerykah

So apparently Queenie is still undergoing issues with negros (i will be nice) commenting. You CLEARLY hit up the blog because I can see it on my stats...so take the extra mili-second in your lazy computer/television based life to comment...geeez...u know its all in love.

This past Sunday I had the glorious oppertunity to see Erykah BAdu perform...which left me inspired like shit...heres the result--u be the judge

and dennis i got u

beyond the cotton field
by me...

" i see the light, the realization of the fight and the actual consideration of what is true and what is false..i can c the city in the distance"-kimberly exum, technicolor dreams


i quote myself because i aim to b brillant
i couldnt tell u if this was the beginning of my peace
because i began back in '88
and it was then-when my eyes began to open
-and my ears first heard the truth and lie
---rub the sleep out; pull the wax out
i got hella Q-tips
to clean away negative energy so i wont let my dreams slip
just tryna get my cake up
so i can board this spaceship
spittin so much truths and knowledge
that i got nighas doin backflips
dont care about ur rocks and ur dumb ass benz whip
cuz my city will b built based on the words that my lips spit
leavin bitches speechless
cuz my pen leaks golden ink-wells of philosophy
theory
hearsay
and sometimes gossip
(& then we breathe...)
sighing to the most high
singing just to get by
so we get high
and we puff lye
so we dont believe lies
cut the trees down and put em to good use
aids against the struggle
and the abuse and the disease
and the plagues and the global warming
alarm is ringing--its a universal warning//
& u wander in a daze through a maze
of confusion
of greenery that was built to serve as an illusion
to keep u from becomming a god, not the worshiping kind--a state of mind
and when u fnd yourself finally sittin pretty there in the heavenlies
they strategically tear the wall down brick by brick stone by stone--
til there is only a fragment--not demolished but a fragment--
"when niggas turn into gods walls come tumbling____"-badu
yeyo yeyo yeyo
mother mother mother
i cry out to the earth
craddling the dirt in between my fingers as i lay open to what is to come
she dismisses the bad things that i have done
the cotton that i settled to pick2 make otha folk rich..
what?
her & i become one
as i advance
no one knows who i am but me
i am keiths daughter>discovering that the cerebellum is hereditary via mah daddys seed> even though mama raised me
these are mah truths
what r urs?
continuous jam sessions
thinking beyond the cotton field
(and we breathe...)

humdi lila allah jehova
yaweh dios ma'ad jah
rastafara fya
dance sex music hip hop
only the telephone can make me sleep
when it calls me home

yal dont feel me though


the song she didnt sing all the way...

some more food for ur soul

queenie's valentine: sais (pronounced size...duh)

The Factz

government: ?!?!
alias b.k.a: Sais (pronounced Size)
age: 12
website: www.supersais.com
grind: Porn Actor/Actor/Writer for Laced.

Tha Interview

1. I have a soft spot for: Wheat colored sneakers.

2. Fiji, Evian, or tap? Tap

3. Republican Elephant or Democrat Donkey? Donkey

3.5. Hilary or Obama? Obama

4. Favorite Designer: (i guess he didn't want to answer this one lol)

4.5. complete the lyric: lifes a bitch and then ya ____die_____

5. What song would they play at your funeral? Dmx slippin

6. Perfect Female Specimen is: Mya

7. What drug are you cocaine or heroin (queenie does not support drug use of any kind cept for green grass lol :): Cocaine. Im best taken in through the nose. Ya smell me?

8. Ur best Facebook status ever: I don't pay attention to my facebook.

9. If we wanted to make you, what ingredients would we need? Hot Sauce. Lots and lots of hot sauce.

10. Last Will and Testament: After all is said and done, more will be said and done.

lets get personal:

so whats the best part about being from wherever it is that ur from? Lol
NY. Theres always something to do and theres a crazy mix of people. If you don't lame out you can do something different everyday

whats ur most prized possession?My soul. I don't think I'll sell it anytime soon.

when it comes to music today whose ur greatest inspiration? Nas

favorite old school rapper? Kool G Rap


what projects have u worked on/are working on? Overachiever mixtape available for free download. In the 4th quarter a project called Robot and maybe a lil mid-tape as I like to call it named "company's over" featuring a few of my comrades

ok now this is the real final thought...anything you wanna get out to the sons and daughters? To the sons. Try and fuq as many girls as you can and to the daughters don't give it up to the sons.

sais pictured with a sais tee (left) duh right?

Good N' Bad Hair

Last night in my drunkeness I had the strange revelation to let my hair grow natural. Hmmm? There was this girl there, I forgot her name, but i just loved the way her hair just was straightly poofed-yes i've coined a new phrase- maybe it was me being drunk, or maybe deep down somewhere inside this semi-petite light skin body of mine, i really want to be one of those curly headed, i-dont-give-a-fudge-about-anything-but-my-culture-divas...and maybe i am making a stereotype, but hey, I admire the hunnies. As a black female, a black light skin female (in which i am very proud to be) I have always been associated with the light skin/long hair complex bullshit, which is one of the reasons why I chopped all my shit off, to escape the dumbness surrounding black beauty--shit im still beautiful, hair long or short. This all got me to thinking-short and long hair, kinky and straight, good and bad...so on and so on and so on. A very specific scene from Spike Lee's School Daze comes to mind, and of course im gonna use my handy dandy youtube to show it to you. Enjoy!

im so learning this dance...o im serious. THEY BETTA DANCE..enough of the performance major tangent...i don't know if im tired of being that girl who covers her hair because its raining, or sits on the side of the pool because I just got a fresh perm, or hold back in rehearsal because im not tryna sweat it out...hmmm...there is more to life than hair...but then again hair is life...think about it

My Neck, My Back--a hip hop classic?

Attack of the female MC's!!!!! run for your lives! Lawd knows I love a good cat fight and a good female MC. And even though I'm a die hard Lil' Kim fan, I am officially on Khia...she is too much! I gotta love it and so should you. So first of all if anyone watches Miss Rap Supreme, which you should, you already know that Khia got eliminated for basically plagiarizing herself. When I was watching the show I was really appalled to see an already "established" artist on it (if you can call "my neck, my,back" established)...but if it was for publicity she definitely got it, because now I'm all ears. She had a outward beef with Janet, aka the queen of everything, Jackie-O, Deelishis (from Flava of Love), Trina, and the entire cast of Miss Rap Supreme. She even got a song with Trina's ex Lil' Wayne...gotta hear that right? O this bish goes hard? lmao...but aint nobody tryna go DeathRow though? aint nobody tryna go east coast west coast though? no?....good...so here's the distrack...lmao



i would post trina and jackie-o's comebacks,but i feel as though they fell short cuz Khia's ish is definitely funnier than theres...and you can youtube her too, which shouldn't be a surprise because you can youtube just about anything these days (i'm probably on youtube and I don't even know it. Watch as she rambles on and on...AND ON in her hard core southern accent about how "my neck, my back" reached millions of people, cured AIDS, found the solution to homelessness and world hunger, and of course stopped global warming AND how her label Nasti Music (or something like that) has discovered the answer to world peace and arrested osama bin laden...more on Khia and her struggle to save mankind later...hee hee hee hee...and in reference to that picture, if her stomach is really that flat I should jump off of a cliff..there you have it, Khia ladies and gents!

151 Mixtapes and 3 Albums about why you should say NO to Crizzack by Dwayne Carter, III

pahahahahaha...crack kills..yes? yes!
i kno im late on this, but damn weezy, no more sizzurp and coke for u!

the cool kids/the bake sale

you know i got a little thing for mikey rocks...yessir, he is certainly a cutie, but i have an even bigger thing for his music. i love the cool kids, they take me back to those days when i used to sip lemonade in the shade while watching menace II society on the tv in the kitchen (sigh). Well they are finally coming out with something new and hot and real appropriately titled "THe Bake Sale". Below is a quote from XXL, our hip hop bible, well at least the new testament...

In the spirit of dookie links and four-finger rings, the Cool Kids are at the forefront of the old-school hip hop revival. "When I was three, my Dad made me memorize Paid In Full. He wanted to make my Mom mad," says 23-year-old Chuck Inglish, one half of the Midwestern duo. "I grew up idolizing that imagery. When I was little, I wanted to be that album cover."

Hailing for the suburbs of Detroit and Chicago respectively, Chuck and partner Mikey Rocks met on Myspace two years ago. "I was just flippin' through pages, and I ran across his [beats]," says Mikey, 19. "I really hadn't heard too much like that before. We were gonna start a project where we were both producing and get a bunch of artists to jump on the mixtape, but then I [started] rapping, and he was like, "Man, that's dope!" Mikey had been rhyming since the age of nine, but Chuck, who was strictly a beatmaker, didn't start penning verses until he met his new partner. Their mutual appreciation of Slick Rick and EPMD, as well as new-schoolers like Nas, Biggie and 'Pac, made for a perfect match, and the Cool Kids were born.

In their short time together, the Cool Kids have recorded and released several songs online, including "88", "I Rock", and their ode to BMX riding, "Black Mags." Their stripped-down, synth-heavy joints have been flying all over the net, earning them a loyal following. "There's a lot more ungangsta niggas than there are gangstas", says Chuck. "The media wants you to believe that Black people don't grow up regular or have parents with money. Get the fuck outta here!"

Among countless other like-minded individuals, the Kids have been embraced by hipster DJs like Flosstradamus, Diplo and Kanye West's mixmaster, DJ A-Trak, who have been blasting the crew's throwback music worldwide. In January, the Cool Kids plan to release their first EP, The Bake Sale, on C.A.K.E. Recordings/Chocolate Industries, followed by a full-length LP later in the year. "We just trying to be ourselves,", says Chuck, "You gotta go backwards to go forwards." Check out their melody."

there u have it folks...the gospel according to the cool kids..and me being the bootleg/mixtape/free shit que-en that i am have provided u with a track from the upcoming album:

the virgin kim

So I've decided that the title of this blog is the name of my first hip hop neo soul rap album that i will probably never make. lol. Anyway, I've been on my sick bed for a few days now, "sick wit the strep" (the title of my first song lol). I just want to put you all onto something fabulous that I have had the pleasure of discovering (drumroll please) (medevil trumpet sound) (beatboxing white rapper sound)...its called FotoFlexer and its on Facebook. Yay! Its like a bootleg photoshop, for all us people who can't afford photoshop. I swear I've been foolin' mad people with my pictures. I'm like a FotoFlexer expert forreal, if I got my hands on photoshop I probably have a seisure from all the excitement of the new features. So be creative and shit...

I've decided that since my concubines have abandoned poor queenie that I'd just write about whatever the hell I want to...For example...i was watching MTV last night, while hacking up an unheard of amount of diseased mucous, when my hacking was interupted by a temper tantrum by a dramatic gay high school student (the best combination) on MTV's The Paper.



soo as a result of this i was hacking up mucous and laughing hysterically...all of this over a column that some staff member shouldnt have had in the first place...muahhahahahaha...and of course the black girl made the smart ass comment that set him on his path to sadness lmao lmao lmao, how i love MTV! I'm so quoting this kid on my Facebook...well I have to get back to being sick and watching Rachel Ray roast a chicken and play truth or dare with Gail, (yes oprah's bestie)..even though I'm sick I remain hungry. Peaces.(cough cough HACK)

Simple Living

Ok, so maybe i did steal this picture from another blog? Who cares, no one reads this one... So I found this to be very very interesting. We all know about the problem in Darfur and how tree-huggers, anti-war, anti-bush, and every celebrity alive today is so INTO the Darfur thing, right? right. If you look at the picture you can clearly see the statement being made, unless you're just too litteral to function.

So as a result of this moving statement, Louis Vuitton is suing the artist, Nadia Plesner...hmmmm...I wonder why? Is it because we as Americans take material items way too seriously when there is a effin problem for humanity going on in another country?


For the record the LV bag is clearly fake...so why even sue? dumbness if u ask me...to get the poster or the shirt go to www.nadiaplesner.com...cop that shit!

im back bitches...

Now i don't know about the rest of the crew ( i.e. dom and clive), but Kimmie E is back at Queenie V. I apologize for the hiatus. This semester has been a trying one, i watched while my friends filled themselves up with dosages of adderall, memory pills, big red gum, and starbucks iced coffee. I was there when the library decided when it was going to stay open for unheard of amounts of time and when the dorms assumed that everyone was O.K. with being silent for an entire week. I was even there when the cafeteria decided that it would give out free ihop tasting breakfast all night long--for FREE! O the beauties of collegiate life! Since I've been away, Facebook has developed a chatting system, Obama is behind Hilary, the ice caps have continued to melt, and the city officials in the fair city of Richmond have told us not to drink the water from the tap...boo! All of this creates the perfect set up for summer!

My summer began yesterday at around 9:50 a.m. (after my last exam). I of course began the summer "break" with a long ass nap, a big healthy helping of 4 cheese nachos at Qdoba, and then proceeded to aide in my suicide by dancing non-stop for about 6 hours for around the same pay an Indian child makes working in a Nike sweatshop. O Glorious summer "BREAK"! Besides summer not really being a break anymore, there are a few highlights....

1. NO MORE FRESHMEN..all the freshies go back home to their mommies and daddies and its great. For some reason the entire freshman race (give or take a few) seems to annoy the shit out of me. They are soooo extra? yes extra! and now their all moving out of their little freshman dormitories and packing all their little freshman shit in their little freshman cars. I can't believe I was ever one...at least next year they'll be sophomores and I'll be able to befriend them. lmfao

2. Money is the shit. It is. You can't tell me any different. In the beginning God created the seasons, and within the initial 3 seasons he inserted a 4th, and named it summer- a time where niggas can sweat their asses off and can get a chance to explore the glories of gaining the almighty dollar! All summer "BREAK" is, is a time to get a mova effin job sons and daughters...so get ya cake up, and don't spend it all on one weed man!

Damn, summer only has two highlights..HA! If you have any additions comment and add them on, but I know you won't cuz none of yal biotches comment! lmfao rofl lol brb ttyl ttfn..heehee