5Th Chamber

Yeah, another one, the mad butcher
12 O'Clock, Prodigal Sunn, Bronze Nazareth
Two On Da Road, yeah, Think Differently
My nigga Dreddy Kruger, yeah

Sunny shazam, spark any part of ya jam
I am that I am, cannons like 'Semite Sam
That'll break ya ass up, like the heads on my ram
Legit on the cam, plus I do it, for the love of my fam
No wool over my eyes, been in the game, see through the lies
Ready and live, for them spies, tryna see my demise
Zini on the rise, moving the sky, stay on the top
Late for the drop, keep clear, from them hip hop cops
Ain't no stopping what I'm willing, drilling
Do it for the love of the children, double some millions
The industry, a couple of billions
For killing the struggle, the war, the hustle
Remain like a muscle, solid Bronze, cooler than Fonze
Spit it like bombs, seven dot coms, the Manchurian
Queen with the charm, the king who keeps his loot all calm
Known to bare arms, moving Salam, off that burning bush
Twisting that diesel kush, lethal like some George Bush

Hip hop to me, is like food in the stomach
Or bustin a nut that feelin, when you pumping
I rock a buggy eyed Benz, four hundred and something
My hands in my pocket, dead prez's by the bunches
My daughter birthday is on the candle in the pumpkin
I'm on the highway, Flex Master when he funkin' it
Mmm I burn that kush, look out for them cops, they crooks
Do more crimes than Sun and Butch
I'm on the corner, arm break when it put
We looking harder than coke when it's cooked
Got niggas scared to look
Know the fo' fo' leave a hole, as wide as a book
I'm from Bedstuy, do or die, heart of the Brook
Lies get took, stick up kids live off the juks
Mush the gun in ya face, nigga, call you a puss'
Out of town niggas shaking, when they come through, they shook
Watch a king, nigga, my queen got you in check with the rook
Guard ya fifty two block, nigga, the jab and the hook

Where the barrels roar, pharaohs war where our arrows soar
Ran deep in the streets like a marathon
Vagabond, with haggler arms, strangle with a herring bone
Piano grand style, hand the man a fan and bow
To the upmost, respect me to the muthafuckin' glucose
Erode most to the last atom home, batter domes
And use my chatter for better homes
Botanist rotten as cherry pits and rusty blades
That's my sound, and run the crown jewels by the pound
Stick niggas up, but if I must, I get down
Keep northern lights lit, her bush trim close
Glove box stashed equipped with the UFO's for the foes
Shatter bones like Mexican bulls
Play me close, you find yourself on from any hope
Got plenty rope, third eye size fit any scope
As far as I know nigga, my art is controlled
By the hand, head, and heart of my soul
Write on life lines, pardon the notes
The modern magna carta art show
From the barrel of the gun to where the sparks go

Sean Price is the nicest MC in the world to ever write a rap
This the way I get paid, unless you buy some crack
I write a rap in a minute, niggas dig it for years
Cuz they love it when I spit the bullshit in they ear
Yellow bus niggas can't read or write too good
But they sell white's white, and they knife work good
Listen, I spit a gem star, on you and your friend, pa
Then spar ten rounds in your friend car
Sean the Boss, I'm the best in the world
Youse a bitch, and you soft like the breasts on your girl
Bump bitches suck dick for the wash and say
With they finger 'round the collar, holla "wash ya neck"
Listen, Dikembe Mutombo, feliz navidad
You buy Ecko, they give us free, like Amistad
Listen, make some noise if you wanna receive this
Shot the gun, verse one stolen your Jesus, P