[feat. Sean Price & Trife Diesel]
[Intro: talking]
"Your kung fu is good!
Your magic is good"
"That's why he waited!
My power had diminished
So he'll have to kill me"
"Yes... but... "
"Your kung fu is still good
If you practice again"
[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah]
Fierce, I travel across seas on glaciers
4 shoguns that got fucked by geishas
Still gracious, still able to twist out thoughts
Just screw up your skin for swimming
With the sharks. broken ankle
Fucking with the wallabee clogs
Got them bitches still screaming my name
"Waddup sean? " I'm a bone-crusher
I just lit your face like a dutch master
No more mixes - polar bears from alaska
With sharkskin air max's and igloos of ice
Rocks clumped up like overcooked rice
You the reason why the game was sold
Playing niggas, I come through and cease your?
Like mr. dash, I blast, I'm a menace like dennis
Young ghost, in the bathroom a 6-month sentence
Rehabilitated, back in the yard, flying heads
With barbed wires, stay tying niggas to beds
[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Everybody get paid
Everybody get laid
All these bitches' dirty
Everybody got aids
Everybody get played
Everybody get sprayed
Everybody do what I say
Everybody my maid
B, crack-sellin black felon
That clap "rat tat tat tat tat" melons
Some thugs - one gun, one slug
Shot-caller, like "yo let me speak to young mugs"
Listen, it's mandela par
I grab wack emcees, I smack em hella-hard
I kill niggas with the birdy click banger
My wu-tang niggas call me the 36th chamber
Living room, everyone spirit you rap dudes
Smacked off their skateboard for not paying rap dues
Call me the gatekeeper
Break heaters on your face, smoke laced cheeba
[Verse 3: Trife Diesel]
She want a thug, not the lawyer-type
A boy employed to promote and write
Sort of like an I'll de la hoya fight
I'm eating good, enjoying life
Flawless ice, with the bag of flawless white
With little strings attached, pull this might
Toy with my s550 with the raw pipe
Peeling off like snakeskin
Watch the coca bite
Good for price, success story
Going jet for me, you rep?
That's why your cassette's corny
Your money too short for long convo
You in the game hurting, tryna play
Rajon rondo. millionaire swag
Keep your boys ensemble
Prince akeem, coming to america, etc
Whoever said the kite is a messenger
Cause I think like the man behind a register
Quick to pull the toaster out
Stomp, choke em out. we over here
Counting bread, what you loaf about?
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