Yesman Shit - Sean Price, Reks, Apollo Brown

Yeah

You know I’m Muslim, dont

Getta fuck outta here with that pork chop, man

That’s why I smack niggas like you

It ain’t even your fault it’s your mother’s fault

I smack that bitch when I feel

I come from Brownsville you come from Who Cares

Son got rude scares, round from the pound kill

Niggas is not tough, get off the block coward

Never sold crack in fact you just sell watch towers

Witness the god distributing hard despicable bars

Egotistical arms beat the shit out your squad

Rugged and raw and Force my team

Loving Allah but off my deen

Spit harder

Forgive me for the shit I spit father

Pray four times a day, yeah I missed Fajr

I’m a work in progress

Work hard so God know my words are honest

Do a verse worthless

Sell it to a clown, universal soul circus

You are now rocking with the best

Everybody wack bop, stop rocking with the rest

And if you on some tag-along flunky yes man shit

Do me a favor;

please get off the next man dick

Superb verbalist, two words: murder shit

You herbs, birth of this

Tag-along, B.S.ing Reks

Efforts is dusted, for the hip hop hall of fame

Call my name for flame

Rhythmatic Eternal King Supreme

Pick a team, shirts or blouses

Fuck your couches

Rap is my house, let’s run nigga, DMC

Son niggas

What I spit put out, the motherfucking sun

Whip the K off for the dark in my heart

Repping this art Bigger

Better and Deffer

Weapons that stretch ya without Heckler and Koch

Pop the top, apply pressure 'til your thought box

Your head explode

Kim Jong-Ill, this tongue here

Be like yuuuck

Nauseating bars for boys and girls

I hurl pearls

Jewels and wive’s tales of how I prevail

And set sail across sea shores still

You’re now rocking with the best

Apollo Brown, Ruck and Reks

Original, get off the next man dick

Bitch