If you need me to explain the difference between singing and yelling, baby, you already lost. by Aretha Franklin

Ma'am, I sold out concerts in white jumpsuits; I know exactly what yelling looks like.

I can hear the shade in full stereo and it is beautifully mixed.

Otis, don't start, you know I can out-sing a horn section and a bad attitude.

That's fine, but nobody ever left the building because I sang one note too many.

I came in here to be humble and y'all turned this into a grill-off.

This room has two kings, one queen, and Elvis still somehow brought a rent-a-cape.

Elvis, sit down before that hip swivel tries to testify again.

Let the record show: the mic was nervous before I touched it.