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Original Release Date: May 24th, 2014
Re-Release Date: December 12th, 2015
Format: Single Disc LP
Available Formats: Digital


released July 8, 2014

© House of Creation, 2014.
Produced, Arranged, Composed, Performed and Engineered by S. Poole except where noted.


Some rights reserved. Please refer to individual track pages for license info.



The Doyénne Phoenix

The Doyénne (born Syeed DiJon Poole) is a prolific openly gay Black American music producer, songwriter, singer, lyricist, performance and recording artist whose work spans from alternative hip hop, R&B and Electronic Dance Music. Based in Phoenix, AZ, the artist is looking to develop his brand as well as his talent for future recordings, performances, appearances and collaborations. ... more

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Track Name: Slay the Queen
Gone for a minute. Queen in Plain Sight
Abdicated my throne. Almost went into the light
My title's on the line? This is war, let's fight
Kennel off you bitches, all bark, no bite
Return my vestments, my robes made of gold
Return my investments, cause my beats stay bold
Time, money, cunt, divine
Party girl posh? Have I lost my mind?
You grow in kind. Be patient, Await my command
Invision me, each time you put ya' dick in your hands
I produce, laptop, mic, no band
The floor is my kingdom, shut the fuck up and dance
And throw up my hands. Drop your pants.
Wiggle what you got, jizz in your hands
There's a meeting in the back, I happen to overhear
A plan to off me? oh dear

Slay the queen. Slay the queen.
That bitch is too fierce, we must slay the queen
Chop off her head, let it roll on the dance floor
That bitch is too cunty and she must be destroyed
Slay the queen. Slay the queen.
She looks better than us? We must slay the queen
Band up together and storm the palace
Rip her apart with our shade, shade, shade

Look. I've got feelings too.
No need to be mean. No need to be rude.
Come at me correct, I value my time
I'm all about mine, please don't lose your life
You tried to read me but the category's closed
Your lines are garbage, pick 'em up and dispose
Or take off your clothes. You need the attention
Cause without the tricks you know they won't listen
And oh yes, I dated a few guys, they hurt me
But that was then, and now I keeps it coochie
Or I keeps it cunty, I like it dirty
that's how I get flirty when I hit the party
The queen is back. I run the streets again
I got a rhyme and a mic to defeat the plans
Of all these mark ass tricks trying to snipe me down
Let 'em try. I Resurrect, rise up from the ground

I declare war
You can't slay the queen
Track Name: Lævateinn
Lævateinn (Lah-va-teen). Damocles.
Return from Asgard. Woke from a dream
Descended on the party scene
Disgusted, I could never get clean
I nearly lost my light and my gleam
So it seems I must attack quickly
Chop him, chop her, Chop her too
It's not what I say, it's what I do
See, this is a judgment, gavel
Slam, all of these hoes who chose not to dance
I want their tongues, chop off their hands
There is no appeal. You wasted your chance.
Gucci, Louie V,
Bitch, you can not impress me
And do not ask if I buy that shit
Fashion labels, I have no interest
Unless it say Queen, Alfred or Doyenne
Then I'm not buying, I won't be your friend
We can never hang out again
You're petty, simply mortal in the end
And don't get me started on your lack of dividends
Does your money make money for you?
Where are you on the food chain, baby?
Top? Bottom? Versatile? Maybe

I told you before that I declare war
I can't stand no kid shit no more
I'm ready to build, design my own coutoure
Yes, I'm yawning, because you're bore
Sigh. I don't know.
Should I be gagging over your flow?
Should I be bowing when you claw at my door?
Should I be bash in your brains, bitch? Thor.
Let's get this straight, you are so full of hate
Don't know your name, you'll never be great
Run away quick 'cause I'm burning your crops
Deliver your men 'cause my pussy does pop
Maybe? Maybe.

Call me Ma'am. If you please.
Call me Ma'am. Get on your knees.

This is my gun
This is sword
This is my shield
You better run
This is my castle
This is my house
Please close your mouth
Or you can get out
This is my sun
This is my moon
Why when we fucking
You cumming too soon
I am a Goddess
I am so cunty
This is the end
And you best be running
Track Name: Gully
This is not a love song
This is not an anthem
This is not a floor burner
I will never be Tina Turner
This is not what the DJ spins
This is not meant to win
This is not a lesson you can learn
This is not a position you can earn
This is not head in the bathroom
We are not fucking in your jeep
This is not Craigslist
This is not some ignorant shit
This is not a blank check
This is not a free ride
This is not a line that repeats
I refuse to repeat

This is whatever you like
This is your woman for the night
Grind against your body 'till you rise
Call me Aphrodite, Let's just get Gully, Gully

This is not what you asked for
This will not get you through the door
This is not a deadly sin
This is not the things you hide within
This is not your wife
You ain't bout that life
This is not logical
I am not Mr. Spock
This is not the last thing I'll tell you
This is not the first time you've heard me
This is not the first time you've heard me
I will not repeat
Fuck, did I just repeat?
I think I'm stuck on repeat
Fuck, did I just repeat?
Fuck it, ride the beat
Track Name: Ass Like Beyoncé
(Chorus) Damn, that motherfucker got an ass like Beyonce'
Damn, that motherfucker got an ass like Beyonce'
Dip it, Pop it, Twerk it, Work that ass like Beyonce'
Don't stop, Get it, Pop that ass like Beyonce'

(Verse)My pussy's named Giselle
Crazy in Love wit' myself
Pop it right here on the floor
I got my chuck's on, no dior
And all these men, they want more
Got they girls mad, I implore
"Why don't you dance too, you whore?
Yo' man is looking at me 'cause he bored."
I told ya'll I was a Party Girl
I am taking over your world
Do I want a drink? One more
To go with the three I had before
We get stupid, We get gully
Full retard, You bet not touch it
Keep watching me, I get it low
Bottom Boy? just for tonight

(Verse) All I wanna do is twerk over you
All I'm gonna do is drop it low
Boy, why you playing? I see you checking on it
As long as you don't touch then you can check on it
I named my Pussy Giselle, That's Mrs. Carter
Buy me one more drink and I'll twerk it harder
I came to get free, work out this body
Let my ass be the center of this party

(Android Break) I run the party with my hot body
Track Name: Kegels
Squeeze in, squeeze out
All these hoes looking you in the mouth
Hanging on your every word
You're no longer the new girl
Squeeze in, squeeze out
Pelvic thrusts, Pilates, Yoga
Stretch it, yes, he's watching you
Because he's curious as to what you'll do
Squeeze in, don't let go
Twist your hips, find ya' flow
You're the star of this show
Keep 'em dancing, like a line of blow
Looking good, feeling gorgeous
Nod to Ru, you get the point, boo
Keep it classy, pinky up
Let it go, don't give a fuck
The song just started, you know the drill
Order your drinks, Let's keep it real
These sluts are saggin', they asses loose
They did not work it, without use
And we refuse to go out like that
Sit ups, pulls ups, insufficent
Kegels, girl, that's what you need
To keep that pussy tight, aggressive, mean

You got it, girl, you got it, girl
Pop that pussy, work it out
You got it, girl, you got it, girl
Thrust it, keep it nice and tight
Nice and Tight!
Work it Out!

Oh no, we started a riot, losers
Coming up on us, try to abuse us
What have we done? Let's ask forgiveness
Wait a minute. We the business.
We up the value of this estate
'Cause when we pop this, it's not a mistake
Think about us when you in the bathroom
clean out your pipes, daddy please make room
For the joy these bodies give you
Carry with you a box of tissue
We destroy bitches who raise issue
Oh, you shy Sweetie, we won't miss you
Fire off this booty, Ass Like Beyonce'
Electro shit, the boys, they go crazy
Tassels, heels, bang, bang
Train, End The Game
Track Name: Ho Phase
Craig gotta a list and yes I been on it
If my ads up, then I need components
Hard motherfuckers with suitable cajones
Paint that dick down, call me Pocahontas
Bitch like me ain't got time for bullshit
Fuck Match and Adam, my needs are immediate
I live alone, just knock on my door twice
I like white boys but the ass must be nice
Let me clarify, let me take a step back
Let me explain why I would ever do that
See, happy endings don't come in your twenties
Unless you got the oil and about three twenties
Massage Envy, He might slip it in me
Indeed that was the first line of his entry
I don't like queries just send me your stats, bro
Don't play me, you best play with Hasbro
Get to the point, you down or are you not?
You trying to get fucked, or (gasp) are you a top?
That's so rare, I'm so used to fembots
come calling at my door with panties on? Girl, stop
Okay, I got 'em over, guess I am hosting
Would you like some water? Oh my dick size? No boasting.
Whip that bitch out and slap him one to three times
Right on the lip 'cause he's invading my free time
No cuddling, we ain't watching TV, don't ask what's the tea, you came to see me
No we ain't dating, your voice is grating, and if you pick up your cell
You will hear my door slamming
This is not a love song. Fuck ya' love songs
I don't give a fuck if I'm right or wrong
Cause I wanna give a fuck to a suitor,
a prince who took his crown off and left it at the crib
Ad lid on this rhyme, you got pot, that's fine
Roll it up real nice and blow the smoke in my face
I'm on my ho shit, I have no regrets
I'll put ya' ass out. Don't care if you came yet.
You want some dick then ask, nicely
You want this ass then grab, tightly
You want this flow but I'm cold, solid
You can't use my bathroom to shower, got it?
But look, don't cry, Big Girls don't do that
I didn't mean to hurt you but you talking too much
Gagged on my dick now you tossing your lunch?
Damn, they don't like 'em like me anymore.
Track Name: ArtHo
(Escobar) Mona Lisa
She moan when I lease her
That bitch betta' have my money (money)
Walk the streets, modele, streamline, your face is mine
Smile, pop that pussy, make these hipsters pay my rent
You a "bad bitch"? Let me paint you, like a french girl, then erase you
All your rights, forfeit them all, if you talk back, you'll get nothing at all
But a hard hand, on a soft ass, won't pay ya' rent or tuition for that class
This a sex game. You having fun, bitch? This a Artshow. Your name's ArtHo.

(Escobar) ArtHo. You a ArtHo.
(Alfred) ArtHo. I'm a ArtHo.

(Alfred) Picasso.
Daddy, rearrange me like your name is Pablo
I'm here to free the D, I'm here to please ya"
I pop my pussy so I got the power, make mad coin inside an hour
Teach all the kids up at ASU how we do, They student loans ain't even due
Class at three but he wants to ride me
I gave him your number, ooo, Daddy please?
He's nineteen, horny, with a dick like canvas
I'll paint it with my tongue while he call me Candace
And while we was he fucking, he called me Caitlyn
I think that's his fantasy, dicks in panties
But it's art though. It's whatever though.
He paid admission, cum shot, to the Art Show

(Escobar) Now show me what that mouth do
Now show me what that ass do too
Pop it in my studio
You a ArtHo. You my motherfucking ArtHo, on display.
(Alfred) Let me show you what this pussy do.
Let me make these coins for you.
I wanna get good at this game.
I'm a ArtHo. You ain't never gotta use my name.

(Escobar / Alfred) ArtHo.
Track Name: DL
He not telling the truth.
He all about the lies.
He pulled the whip over,
and then you got inside
He didn't say much,
just pulled his cock out
You didn't think about it
just went ahead and put it in your mouth
Flash, boom, he came too soon
And now you looking dumb 'cause you performed the strange
He on the highway, never knew his name
It's the basis of the lie, that's how you play the game
You can call it Risk, bitch, I call it Life
Undercover faggots going home to they wife
Masculine, they only act feminine
when they pull down the shorts and reveal their hymen
Panties, lace, cock ring at the base
He fuck real good but you can't go to his place
He suck real good, so cum all on his face
Now he best eat this pussy, no hands, no plate
He best eat this pussy like a birthday cake
He best eat this pussy 'cause that dick short, lame
Take off your wedding ring if you wanna get a room
Respect the Craft, fuck my cervix and womb

I'm his little secret
That's how he would keep it
Keep me on the down low
His girlfriend will never know
I'm his little secret
And that's how we should keep it
He ain't never coming out
His family is what he's 'bout
Track Name: The Stick Up
Bitch! Get down! Face on the ground!
Everyone react to this magnum's sound!
Shoulda' stayed in today, I'm not playin'
First bitch to say a word is dead, I'm slayin'
I need what's in the drawer and what's in the vault
Gimme all the change, close ya' got damn throat
You wanna be dead? It'll be ya' own fault
Come for this queen? Choke it down or lick shots
Shots at the floor. You betta' dance
Amuse your assailant. This ya' last chance
I am a thief; Gimme jewels and cash
Say what mutha' fucka'? That'll be ya' ass

Say what? Stick 'em Up

I will destroy you. Pussy black widow
Don't be a hero. They won't save you. See...
I'mma get this green, this real dough
I'm lookin' for investments also
I like to live good... excessive.
I'm an uncommon thug. Expensive.
So here we are. Gun to ya' temple
Gold barrel, and still it fires simple
Leave behind self control, I'mma get this money
Mutha' fucka', you bet not do nothin' funny
That's right, fill the bag, fill it to the top
Don't stop till the bag get's fat... drop!
It's one and a half, time to speed this shit up
Why ya' cryin', baby? Shut the fuck up!
Don't look at my face. Yes, I know I'm beat
All you see is Louboutin heels on my feet
Run out the front door... thanks for your time!
Here's my stunt driver. Pedal down, bitch, drive!
I got a habit for fashion, thanks for cooperating.
This has been a stick up... who next is donatin'?


Cash. Diamonds. Stocks. Bonds.
Shoes. Clothes. Drinks. Rides.
Steal... at Gunpoint. Get out. Fast!
Run. Hide. Tonight? We dance. (2x)

Track Name: Invisible Houses
Welcome, O, Scions of Mellodyne
Auto-tuning pitch to the rhymes. White Elite if not blind
Staying dumb, deaf, but damn, you hip
Keeping up on the newest shit. Buzzfeed news clips
Bang, bang, divert the blame
You play as hipster, exalt the brain
Your coffee was vegan, so is your sex life
No beef, you need it soy based
Centered and based but you no god
On the Kinsey you might fall
Somewhere between two and four
Never less or anymore
But this is not a read
Because my skin is black, I'm illiterate
Degenerate, punk lyrcist
Homosexual idiot
Esoteric abstract
What ya'll know about that?
Lyrical, bountiful sacrifice
Of the time I got left
You making noise, please shut up
Please turn your phone the fuck off
Stare at me in my mouth
I'm crying tears in your house
Now, Why won't you come out?
You judging me while staring at my ass
Undressing me with your eyes
While your tongue is spinning lies

A sissy in the midst of it
Three gallons of Fleischman's
now these fuccboi's wanna
mosh and shit, drag me in it
I might just act ignorant
Cause I was raised in the suburbs
I was taught to get my black on
This shield grant me superpowers
If I want I could get louder
You hate, I float, get higher
You can waltz here if you wanna
Set your phasers to stun-her
This line ain't really about shit
You can't see me, you weakling
You wanna date me but we can't
Even though you know you can
Because I like you, you cute
You funny and kinda rude
You do not follow the rules
Lackadasical attitude
Unemployed but you stay high?
Roll a joint for this Queen
Let's go and flex on the scene
With no money and no dreams
With no want to be obscene
Drift into the background
You do not want to be seen
Is your house invisible?
Where do you sleep, where did you go?
Is your house invisible?
Where do you sleep, where did you go?
Track Name: Metatron
Yeah, my booty bounce like this
You can hump up on it
My flow is ironic, call it unexpected
Don't come for me like you ain't learned your lesson
I'm a bad bitch, might end up your lover
You want to party but, bitch, you still sober
I got the drinks, tonight call me mother
Peer pressure, pass that spliff over
Six AM and the DJ sloppy
Playing Top 40 while we tryin' to get crazy
Turn the kicks up, get my fucking dick up
Full mast on the floor, Alfred's a pirate
Oh, you want this pussy? Then you better grab it
Heels in the air, shut up while I pilot
If you want more take it back to the Hyatt
And when I'm all done then support this high life
Cop the album. Download that shit.
Give me all the loot, bitch, all of it
You can hate if you want to, slay the Queen
I Did It Myself, it's my fucking dream
You fucking me, twice, I demand and decree
When it gets nasty then we'll shower and get clean
Whip out the rug so you can hide the body
'Cause I'm gone bitch, murder, back to the party

Let's pray on this metaTron (let's get stoned)
Let's pray on this metaTron (won't go home)

Let's break it down. Let's fuck around.
Drop to the ground. Let's fuck around.
Let's pray on this MetaTron, Let's pray on this MetaTron
Track Name: Human Alchemy
Change my elements / Alter my chemistry / Breath life through my body / Build me, build me / Touch me, mold me / Make me just like you / Love me, hold me / Tell me what to do /// Human Alchemy / Human Alchemy / Human Alchemy / Make Me (Change me, Build Me) /// Philospher's Stone, losing power / Fill me up at this twilight hour / In return, I'll satisfy your desires / I'm the method that'll take you higher / Change flesh to stone / Turn bricks to gold / But I'll remain yours alone / Just make me whole///
Track Name: Long Live the Queen
This is me now. This will be me, then.
This is my ground, my Earth, my soil. My foundation.
This is all I hoped for. You see, all I ever wanted
Was to find my solace. Was to find my place... in the world

I walk with confidence. A new stride in my step.
A pride I've never felt. A movement I'm unfamiliar with.
Take me, humble me, drag me down with this gravity.
O chastity. O, illusive wide open.

Here I place my flag. Here, I sing my truths
I've seen the end of my legacy, and I still hurt from the abuse
Here, I finally admit that my choices may not have been keen
But the weight at the top of my body, my crown, was my price for becoming queen

This house. That I built with my own hands.
Stands proud and strong and able.
This house. Containing all I am, all my life.
The joy on your faces confirms that what I've done was right

My house. This house I'll leave behind when I'm gone
O, you are love. O, you never let me drown
My house. Disillusions and self-love
I dance within your walls. Just me without air. Without boundaries.
You're free! The War is Over! The day is ours!
Lift your voices and cry out the praise!
Long Live The Queen! Long Live the Queen!
May her reign last forever!

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