Armada Seanprice Church Short
Hey, yo, listen,
Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis
Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage
Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered
Distributed through out the hood, mutha*******a, what's good?
Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting
(******* it,) now I'm forced to box
You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac
You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks
Smack saliva, out the side of ya face,
I ain't trying to be rude
But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir --
(Jesus Price has all the time)
Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll *******s is foul
(******* it,) Sean'll shoot two from the line
Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock
These (*******s) ain't ready for war, let 'em know
I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation
In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing
Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing
After that, I seen Caucasians,
in the streets all taping *******t up
They could be trying to piece ya faces back together
You keep on playing, you hear?
Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name
The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
Ok, new word,
respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials
You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window
Get ya window shot up, in a residential area
And left, (*******) a ocean and sea-ment you
This time it's the principality, punk
You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk
Push your *******t all the way off, a producer para-loser
Yeah, (*******), that's you, chump
All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be
You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz
And the Beast Master, take a stab at me
See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne
Nappy piece to be praying for ya (*******s)
While I'm getting my vulture on,
preying on ya'll *******, choir
(Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro)
Yeah that's how I got my Bronx (*******),
she breakdance and bomb trains
The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread
Asking you car banger, and she go all way
She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, (suckas)
Yeah, ya'll (*******s) 'ready to die', blast the sket
And then you realize, ain't no (******g) "life after death"
Smash your chest with a (******g) medicine ball
You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll
Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir
Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you *******as is fired
The fire supplier, forget your squad
(*******), I'm **** like the ******* on Oz, get your nod off
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
You wearing suits and a towel on your head
And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
Armada Seanprice Church ShortLRC歌词
[00:00.99]Hey, yo, listen,
[00:02.72]Big word halitosis, multiple scoliosis
[00:05.69]Doctor Kill, giving the rap dosage
[00:08.00]Postage stamped, signed, sealed, delivered
[00:10.46]Distributed through out the hood, mutha*******a, what's good?
[00:13.26]Exciting, unorthodox, biting, ought to stop fighting
[00:16.33](******* it,) now I'm forced to box
[00:18.55]You got 22 tattoos, you 2Pac
[00:20.75]You tattoo much, touch like 2Pac, dude, that sucks
[00:23.37]Smack saliva, out the side of ya face,
[00:25.56]I ain't trying to be rude
[00:26.92]But dude, you fruit, so I gotta make grace, choir --
[00:29.55](Jesus Price has all the time)
[00:34.42]Yeah, all praises due to the rhyme, ya'll *******s is foul
[00:37.83](******* it,) Sean'll shoot two from the line
[00:39.99]Two for the nine, I leave lead in ya jaw and ya rock
[00:42.72]These (*******s) ain't ready for war, let 'em know
[00:45.36]I told 'em, these rookies ain't ready for retardation
[00:47.93]In it's realest form in rap, this street car racing
[00:50.46]Rebellious, rederic, heat start blazing
[00:53.33]After that, I seen Caucasians,
[00:54.70]in the streets all taping *******t up
[00:56.21]They could be trying to piece ya faces back together
[00:59.33]You keep on playing, you hear?
[01:01.16]Yeah, The Loudmouf Choir, luger lifting your name
[01:03.74]The word-a-matician, magician, David Blaine on your chain
[01:06.61]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
[01:11.47]You wearing suits and a towel on your head
[01:14.44]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
[01:17.32]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
[01:21.92]You wearing suits and a towel on your head
[01:24.98]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
[01:27.50]Ok, new word,
[01:28.23]respeckanize my gangstaforcation and g-dentials
[01:30.81]You scared to fire, banging your face through ya Jeep window
[01:32.33]Get ya window shot up, in a residential area
[01:36.52]And left, (*******) a ocean and sea-ment you
[01:38.62]This time it's the principality, punk
[01:41.18]You a point to prove, put the pistol back, you'se a punk
[01:43.76]Push your *******t all the way off, a producer para-loser
[01:47.31]Yeah, (*******), that's you, chump
[01:49.51]All that yackety yackety, your teeth, where the animals be
[01:51.67]You get your ass beat, baddily, gradilly, P, Alkatraz
[01:54.42]And the Beast Master, take a stab at me
[01:57.33]See all kind of red dots on ya face like bad acne
[02:00.21]Nappy piece to be praying for ya (*******s)
[02:02.58]While I'm getting my vulture on,
[02:03.60]preying on ya'll *******, choir
[02:04.50](Ruck, Rock, Ruck N Roll, get you both on this collar hydro)
[02:08.34]Yeah that's how I got my Bronx (*******),
[02:11.86]she breakdance and bomb trains
[02:13.51]The fifty pop blocker, while giving me bar bread
[02:16.10]Asking you car banger, and she go all way
[02:18.64]She gone, go where I say, she know where ya'll stay, (suckas)
[02:21.48]Yeah, ya'll (*******s) 'ready to die', blast the sket
[02:23.61]And then you realize, ain't no (******g) "life after death"
[02:26.50]Smash your chest with a (******g) medicine ball
[02:29.10]You think you nice, but I'm better than ya'll
[02:31.18]Listen, Tommy Tee on the beat, Loudmouf is the Choir
[02:34.23]Heltah Skeltah on they job, and you *******as is fired
[02:37.92]The fire supplier, forget your squad
[02:39.81](*******), I'm **** like the ******* on Oz, get your nod off
[02:42.91]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
[02:46.98]You wearing suits and a towel on your head
[02:50.31]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
[02:53.08]Oops upside your head, we smack you oops upside your head
[02:57.72]You wearing suits and a towel on your head
[03:00.84]And eating soup with the noodles and eggs
