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x-ray - x-tacy radio lyrics

x-ray da mindbenda ft. sean price and tame one – “x-tacy radio”
[emcee(s): sean price and tame one]
[producer(s): x-ray da mindbenda]

[verse 1: sean price]
check it. it go:
yeah, stop playing
it’s not what you’re saying, it’s what you’re not saying
you’re not saying sean the best, so now you’re in a
pine box, arms folded, hand across your chest. i
testified, the best is i
sean price nice, and all the rest you die
petrified, b-tch n-ggas scared to death. i’ll let
the forty-four air your flesh—bow!
underrated, upgraded, updated the flow
mad nice—stop hating the growth
n-ggas want to see the veteran flop. i put out
monkey barz, now n-ggas say i’m better than rock
n-ggas act like they’re better than pac. “all eyez on him”
get (“pah!”), all nines on him. f-ck it
stop jocking the next man
or catch a hot one in your headband. p!

[verse 2: tame one]
you? you’re on
some bullsh-t—toro, toro. me? i’m known from
old-school n-ggas that sell more cookies than sell a thorough
from brick city to borough, thorough as usual. get
used to the style more corrupted than computer files
the slept-on don, the kept-on phenomenon, i’m
phenomenal, plus i’m unstoppable, i will follow you
do what i gotta do like barbeque all of you
raise the stakes with a bar or two, bet on the mic like
rick ross, popping like that young b-tch lip gloss
cough, dip off, get my sh-t hit off when i dip off
i just want enough to live off, not claiming cheese like
excess. you measure success with bling, ringed bracelets
for your necklace, i’ll french-kiss chicks you’re only friends with
hitting what you can’t get, then i talk sh-t ‘cause
i hate your chocolate, the total opposite of popping sh-t
your insufficient data makes your jam approximate, so you
could catch me at the shark bar, fishing for b-tches with steak
tartar and caviar and more cabbage than the salad bar
half of y’all want to go half and have my seed—h-llo!
i r. kelly, yellow pee/p over g’s
down on your knees, birds and bees, donkeys
monkeys, and the trees. this is rated triple-x
f-ck-you music, so imagine having me back at
the station wagon, bragging with your shorties

[verse 3: sean price]
yo
rap murderer, cat burglar
malcolm x before he converted to islam
the god sean shine on my tracks, all of my raps
are official, you wishing you could rap like that. now
cypher, y’all n-ggas is clowns to pounce like ya
a party in my pants, b-tch, and i won’t even like ya. listen
my people hot with the beat, p hot on the street
people walk by when cop on the street. see
when i rap, y’all n-ggas take notice
when you rap, n-ggas notice you’re bogus, focused
on me, sean price the brokest emcee
heroin addict, literally the dopest emcee
let the don, sean one of the best you’re not knowing
bust a shot, now the whole top of your knot explosion
n-ggas get frozen, gripping the fifth, posing
leave your -ss shivering, i’ll deliver this b-tch frozen

[verse 4: tame one]
i want
the ends for them ostrich-skin timbs and them ed hardy
hoodies and so many girls to f-ck i smell pudussy
when chicks send me their pics on computers with their hooters out
fit for my taste, so i stay wilding on mysp-ce
while i chase chickens, i will eventually get ‘em
get it in, cinnamon, potpourri p-ss-p-ss feminine
eminem sell female dirty detail emails
fine then. wait ‘til i see the tail on ‘em. i’ll
wail/whale on ‘em like an orca, pork her hole, call on
the hotties, bling-bling addicts, not white, green day green jacket
with the pink, a minute again, bang any friends
smack two to the end like ten, nine to the
tec, rhymes to the death? it depends if i go off
or to show off how big my b-lls are. the new
jeru all-star, none of you win a clark bar
har-har, i get busy with the horror

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