–Verse 1–
It go, nice rap and Mic Tyson fans, no
Tight fashion, might jack sedans
Dancing machine
Adamantium rapping regime
The sh** you holding is dead colon cancer the cream
The slugs move everything around me, S.M.E.A.M
Huh? What the f** that mean?
Kick over the kids stroller n***a Ruck that mean
Mean Gene Okerlund spoken the word of Kareem
So sacrilegious with the word rhyme gestures
Sold crack to b**hes in their third trimester
You know how it go
You know my flow dope ala Héctor Lavoe
Never catch P on the girl song
I smack sh** out your “We Are the World” song
Get a hater scary
My defense intense Refrigerator Perry
–Verse 2–
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 Shawn mad she like, “Dad f** making songs”
n***a the gun out
Gun pop and one cops say, “n***a done gummed out”
Get a hater scary
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry
–Outro–
Lock my body, can’t trap my mind
Lock my body, can’t trap my mind
My defense intense, Refrigerator Perry
P!
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 sh**?
You best to f** with me, ’cause I’m the best there is at what I do