Refrigerator P - Sean Price, Small Professor, Rock

It go, nice rap and Mic Tyson fans, no

Tight fashion, Mike Jackson pants

Dancing machine

Adamantium rapping regime

The shit you holding is dead colon cancer the cream

The slugs move everything around me, S.M.E.A.M

Huh?

What the fuck that mean?

Kick over the kids stroller nigga Ruck that mean

Mean Gene Okerlund spoken the word of Kareem

So sacrilegious with the word, rhyme, gestures

Sold crack to bitches in their third trimester

You know how it go

You know my flow dope ala Héctor Lavoe

Never catch P on a girl song

I smack shit out your «We Are the World» song

Get a hater scary

My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry

Yo

Shot somebody fam, clapped the nine

Lock my body, can’t trap my mind

Raps divine father, father divine I

Conversate with the congregation that’s relating with mine

You new to the one, two

Can’t escape your fate

Great who can I run to?

True, words of nerds don’t hurt me

Half man half machine, the team’s Murphy

On and on 'til the break of dawn

Making Shaun mad she like, «Dad fuck making songs»

Nigga the gun out

Gun pop and one cop say, «nigga done dumbed out»

Get a hater scary

My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry

Lock my body, can’t trap my mind

Lock my body, can’t trap my mind

My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry

I’m a hardcore hip-hop artist

I am, what I am

And that’s what you get when you listen to Sean Price

That, you know what I mean?

I’m not trying to reinvent the wheel

This is what I do

You wanna hear that kinda shit?

You best to fuck with me, 'cause I’m the best there is at what I do