Sean Price, U.G. (Cella Dwellas), Shabaam Sahdeeq, Casual - Connect 4 lyrics
[Sean Price, U.G. Cella Dwellas, Shabaam Sahdeeq, Casual - Connect 4 lyrics]
It's our time chalk it up to experience
I'll rope you up after the track dope you up
Have you fiendin' like a methadone
Clinic until I finish
Tracks I gracefully spit on, MC's I shit on
Your name will mean nothin' after
I start crushin' over percussion
Drinkin' vodka like a wild Russian
My name holds weight like a freight train
But, I'm slept on like a bum in the last car
Awake y'all where the screetches stop
The speakers stop cause y'all
The enemy on the low, but I just ain't know
But right here we got the
Got the best spitters
Voice paint pictures like Michelangelo
On the ceiling of a cathedral
I'll feed you with nothing
But intelligent thug ism
Knowledge and wisdom
My words shine colors in the prism
I'm livin' spendin' they buckets
Started fuckin' I'm gone
Knockin' my own songs
Fondling on some thongs
Of a long legged Amazon
Shotgun with her skirt on suckin' an Icee
Thinkin' she gon' be wifey i'm nice see
Oh you only see MTV?
Lot of empty MC's, none of them see me
Yo Barry Bonds rap
You know how I do with mines
The game tried to ban me
Say I'm juicing my lines and usin' nine
Make niggas lose they mind with it
As soon as I click it and
Cock it I send a rocket
I lift it, I pop it, I'm sick with the topic
This kid a prophet
I spit it the hardest, my bitch is a goddess
My shit is the hardest i'm a problem
Who want it in here?
I flip like David Banner changin' a spare
I aim it right there
And blow your face into space for real
Undertaker, the space in the ground to fill
I pound your grill
Into mince meat I'm simply
The best mahfucka, hear the tec mahfucka
Blaaaaa
Let's bet royalty checks
I'm comin' to collect mahfucka
Right in front of Jacobs to fit it
If it's a skank I'mma get it they hatin'
I said, "Baby wait for a minute" i stay fly
Your boy aviation lieutenant
And they be patient
Knowin' that it's hard to shook me
Silence struck
When they seen Sarge salute me
Beats will?, bacon soda rhymer
When I tell them that I'm takin' over
They thank a soldier ankle holster
Velcro strap where my Achilles is
We're willy's but really it's
Who spit the silliest
I'm in my poetical prime
Puffin' plenty purple kill half ya cypher
Leave you with a semi-circle
You rap war, but can you shoot?
You get starved out
I carved out of bamboo shoot
And spit a flow blow dark at your so so art
Your boy coco
You niggas never show no hearts
Steppin' to Jojo
I rap with the rap mortician is awful
One rap blew out his latissimus dorsi
So keep it poppin' while y'all
Niggas big gun coppin'
But niggas run like they brought stockings
I Bernard Hopkins
The jaw droppin' with no options
Ayo 'Pac got shot (damn)
Biggie got shot (pssst)
Gravy got shot (who?) nobody cares
Sean Price, duke I'm takin' it there
Matter fact, tie one hand around my back
Bitch I'm makin' it fair brownsvillein'
Run up on a clown, the pound kill him
Antibiotic rap, the track is penicillin
Party people
P is a poet, the poem please, you
Power to the people
The pistol pop paralegals listen
My aim's the truth, I aim and shoot
You found dumped in the trunk bitch
Rae Carruth
Sean Price I don't play in the booth
I go in so
Never bet again me my nigga, there's no wins
Yes yes y'all and ya don't stop
S Double, Sean P will get ya shot
Yes yes y'all and ya don't quit uG
Casual is the ultimate bitch
I'll rope you up after the track dope you up
Have you fiendin' like a methadone
Clinic until I finish
Tracks I gracefully spit on, MC's I shit on
Your name will mean nothin' after
I start crushin' over percussion
Drinkin' vodka like a wild Russian
My name holds weight like a freight train
But, I'm slept on like a bum in the last car
Awake y'all where the screetches stop
The speakers stop cause y'all
The enemy on the low, but I just ain't know
But right here we got the
Got the best spitters
Voice paint pictures like Michelangelo
On the ceiling of a cathedral
I'll feed you with nothing
But intelligent thug ism
Knowledge and wisdom
My words shine colors in the prism
I'm livin' spendin' they buckets
Started fuckin' I'm gone
Knockin' my own songs
Fondling on some thongs
Of a long legged Amazon
Shotgun with her skirt on suckin' an Icee
Thinkin' she gon' be wifey i'm nice see
Oh you only see MTV?
Lot of empty MC's, none of them see me
Yo Barry Bonds rap
You know how I do with mines
The game tried to ban me
Say I'm juicing my lines and usin' nine
Make niggas lose they mind with it
As soon as I click it and
Cock it I send a rocket
I lift it, I pop it, I'm sick with the topic
This kid a prophet
I spit it the hardest, my bitch is a goddess
My shit is the hardest i'm a problem
Who want it in here?
I flip like David Banner changin' a spare
I aim it right there
And blow your face into space for real
Undertaker, the space in the ground to fill
I pound your grill
Into mince meat I'm simply
The best mahfucka, hear the tec mahfucka
Blaaaaa
Let's bet royalty checks
I'm comin' to collect mahfucka
Right in front of Jacobs to fit it
If it's a skank I'mma get it they hatin'
I said, "Baby wait for a minute" i stay fly
Your boy aviation lieutenant
And they be patient
Knowin' that it's hard to shook me
Silence struck
When they seen Sarge salute me
Beats will?, bacon soda rhymer
When I tell them that I'm takin' over
They thank a soldier ankle holster
Velcro strap where my Achilles is
We're willy's but really it's
Who spit the silliest
I'm in my poetical prime
Puffin' plenty purple kill half ya cypher
Leave you with a semi-circle
You rap war, but can you shoot?
You get starved out
I carved out of bamboo shoot
And spit a flow blow dark at your so so art
Your boy coco
You niggas never show no hearts
Steppin' to Jojo
I rap with the rap mortician is awful
One rap blew out his latissimus dorsi
So keep it poppin' while y'all
Niggas big gun coppin'
But niggas run like they brought stockings
I Bernard Hopkins
The jaw droppin' with no options
Ayo 'Pac got shot (damn)
Biggie got shot (pssst)
Gravy got shot (who?) nobody cares
Sean Price, duke I'm takin' it there
Matter fact, tie one hand around my back
Bitch I'm makin' it fair brownsvillein'
Run up on a clown, the pound kill him
Antibiotic rap, the track is penicillin
Party people
P is a poet, the poem please, you
Power to the people
The pistol pop paralegals listen
My aim's the truth, I aim and shoot
You found dumped in the trunk bitch
Rae Carruth
Sean Price I don't play in the booth
I go in so
Never bet again me my nigga, there's no wins
Yes yes y'all and ya don't stop
S Double, Sean P will get ya shot
Yes yes y'all and ya don't quit uG
Casual is the ultimate bitch