Sean Price

I'm not sure anymore, more

Who is knocking at my door, door

All the people that I knew

Actin' funny when Big Ruck got some loot

But they can't see me, let my parabellum fly, fly

'Cause I be God-cypher-divine, -vine

And a **** can't test me and mine, mine

If you wanna come feel it, ****, come fi try

Blaow

Some say Sean Price is nicest on mic devices

Pack power which make me more mightier than Isis

Try this, that's when the Ruck shakes the Richter

Inflicter of pain, my aim is to rip ya

Picture you tryna break through my path

My 8 blasts all you fuckin' snakes in the grass

Go to Hell with angel dust, plus I bust the Devil's lungs

With lyrics that come tip of the tongues, now you strung

Sean sparks like John Starks in the 4th quarter

Oughta meet my peeps, deep like the Torah

Unforgettable like Nat King, bat swings, Louisville chill

Because my motherfuckin' slap stings

This track brings the average career to a halt

Is it my fault you fell victim to my verbal assault?

If I had dollars for every **** who dared

To battle me on microphones, I'd fuck around and be a millionaire

Chump starts, in from the dark

Re-submerge, I splurge on herbs with verbs

And the usage of my words

Domepieces swollen off of trees and colon

Then lyrical functions bend

I flow like trains through Broadway junctions

See punks get bent on constant, consistently

When the R-U-G blesses them S-T-C

Large, when black don't slack, never cut slack

They bend back to the wack, snatch arms like Jax

Shit is actual and factual that my mental might blast fools

It reacts like a gun to mental releases, pieces of know

Makin' your brains blow, got pros that froze like Sub-Zero with flow

I Jams like the Master, shoot my lyrics like Jay

The MCs run from my house, I don't play

On bad days to display, dismay, blow away

Play movie celebrity, you Dunaway like Faye

I'm not sure anymore, more

Who is knocking at my door (Door)

All the people that I knew

Actin' funny when Big Ruck got some loot

But I don't care, let my parabellum fly, fly

'Cause them can't see God-cypher-divine, -vine

Never fuck with me or mine, mine

If a man, man fi feel it, a man fi come fa try, pow

Word is Bon Jovi, **** don't know me

Hoes blow me, show me affection for constant erection

My direction of pistol pointed at **** on Bristol

Who thought it was fun to pull guns and issue my dismissal

But you can't handle this, I get scandalous when cannabis

Enters my system, which make me more odd than Tony Randall, bitch

Due to circumstances and lyrical advances, 'nother man die, why?

'Cause of my verbal enhancement

Transmit lyrics over my mental highway

I say, what, I wanna smoke, marijuana

Gonna hit you with a verse so, ****, nurse your fuckin' wound

Boom in my system keep me in time with tune

I'm not sure anymore, more

Who is knocking at my door, door

All the people that I knew

Actin' funny when Big Ruck got some loot

I don't care, I let my parabellum fly, fly

'Cause them can't see God-cypher-divine, -vine

Never fuck with me or mine, mine

You can feel it if you wanna try, ah