Sean Price, Royal Flush, Rim, Foul Monday - D.L.F lyrics

Ungodly, a main heathen
The lead to the ham n egger
Bobby the Brain Heenan
Dead you and your man endeavors
Robbery brain's beat in
Remember me, P, Sean is the main reason
Cross my heart, hope to die
Smoke a guy, coroner will bow your tie
Looking like the Nation of Islam
I'm crooked, slice your face to a jigsaw
Zip up your lip paw
Understand Sean is the shit paw
El Duque, Tuesday with a zip car
The best rapper you never heard about
But the word is out that Sean
Is about to turn it out
Shooting bars is the plan
Or sellling some coke to folks
Superstar Billy Graham
P, nobody can rap better
The black leather goose down
Pound in the black sweater

Pardon my cockiness, hotter than the obvious
I ain't got to say too much
Leave it to my lobbyist
I want pieces of everything like a Communist
I will never stop 'til I
Reach my fucking accomplishments
I'm cool like I'm hot
Food with the condiments
Niggas' baby mommas want Monday
In they esophagus
You ain't got to give me my
Propers for all my properness
The populace feel me regardless
If I'm anonymous
A powerful pusher, my paragraphs prowess
Pack punches harder than pistols
And paralyze cowards
Foul marijuana be the loudest
Defcon the page in a rage 'til
I crumble the freedom towers
Head up in the clouds
Feet up in the lawn chair
Feeling like a king and I
Don't see no Lebrons here
Peezy you know there's nothing
You know to compare
Bad man bully you fully don't
Want a wrong here

I hear you square niggas fucking around
I got around but the only ring is a
Ding coming off the pound
I'm on point like syringes for the digit's
Open and shut case, a snitch is the hinges
Yeah, bar gator devour haters
Cause all you weak hearted and
Look at your pace maker
Water based, see through 'em like women lace
Pick a pace, i run through 'em like
Castle burgers and shakes
Good feel, raw lines like fish scale
Out of control on the track, I fish tail
Catch me on some 'Lo shit, I get fly
But, if I'm calling you out on
Your shit don't get fly
Whenever I drew it was noble like Ali
Don't get your head twisted
Thinking everything is irie
Yeah, they feeding into the hype
Cause NY Radioshack stereotypes, ya faggots

I'm a drug dealer's nightmare
Pick up my coke weighing fish scale
Million dollar wrist wear when I spit it
It skip gears high like the death chair
You die with your nurse here
Shit, I'm off the ropes, call me Ric Flair
Your bitch mouth, use it as a day care
This my park, can't play here
Your talking real loud now that jake's here
This shit on my hip'll lay a
Lion down and a bear facts

This is beautiful, what is that, velvet?