Queen of Sheba
East Coast hip-hop, R&B, Female vocalist emcee with laid-back, confident delivery, Minimalist trap beat, ambient synths, mellow 808s, crisp hi-hats, Mid-tempo (75–85 BPM), Cool, grounded, unapologetic; self-assured yet reflective
Queen of Sheba
East Coast hip-hop, R&B, Female vocalist emcee with laid-back, confident delivery, Minimalist trap beat, ambient synths, mellow 808s, crisp hi-hats, Mid-tempo (75–85 BPM), Cool, grounded, unapologetic; self-assured yet reflective
Lyrics
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Hook
She don’t chase fame, she harvests her name, yeah
Gold don’t shine like the work in her flame, nah
Rise in the dark, feedin’ all with her hands
She don’t need a crown just to rule these lands
Verse 1:
A worthy woman—who can find her? Price set far above stones
Her man rest easy, gain multiplies off the love she owns
She do him good, never evil, her loyalty set in stone
Got hands in the flax and wool—she buildin’ her own throne
She like merchant ships—meals come from miles away
Up ‘fore the sun, feedin’ homes while they still in bed and pray
Field on her radar—she buys it, then plants her yield
Turn seed into vineyard, strength wrapped around her shield
No idle hands, she spin like spindle in dusk’s last light
Merch game righteous, candle burnin’ deep into the night
She stretch to the poor, hand out with no shame
While they flex in snow, her people draped in scarlet flame
Hook:
She don’t chase fame, she harvests her name, yeah
Gold don’t shine like the work in her flame, nah
Rise in the dark, feedin’ all with her hands
She don’t need a crown just to rule these lands
Verse 2:
She weaves her own linen, rockin’ purple like it’s law
While her man known in the gates, sittin’ wise without flaw
Sellin’ garments, makin girdles, her grind ain’t fiction
Clothed in dignity and strength, still laughin’ at affliction
Mouth spillin’ wisdom, tongue dressed in loving Torah
She guard her house, don’t eat no idle bread aura
Her kids rise up, shout “blessed,” her man throw praise like gold
Sayin’ “Others did good, but you broke the mold”
Charm is fake, beauty pass—but fear of Adonai ? That’s rare
Give her the fruit of her labor, let her deeds speak in air
At the gates, her work testifies—ain’t no need to boast
She the type they talk about, but never come close
Final Hook
She don’t chase fame, she harvests her name, yeah
Gold don’t shine like the work in her flame, nah
Rise in the dark, feedin’ all with her hands
She don’t need a crown just to rule these lands
©Copyright 2025 - Peter PHIR!