Artist: Sean Price f/ Ike Eyes, Ill Bill Album: Mic Tyson Song: Solomon Grundy Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Sean Price] P! Listen, yo, yo Gun in my hand shoot, hand me a gram shoot Misunderstanded with the family man, shoot I'm bangin I'm Beirut, I'm trainin in state boots I hang with the same group, aim at your grapefruit The shit that you say cute? I can't relate, duke The trey pound's related to the ache in the face full Nigga I hate you; break you, Ivan Drago I'm +Russian+ to put pellets in your pecan pronto P! Ain't talkin money, we can't convo You pussy under pressure pa, P stand strong, though I bring in the shells, I beat up your squad You singin in jail, you Chico DeBarge ... Fuckin nickel bag steamers I sell coke that's whiter than Milk of Magnesia Frankenstein when I'm makin mine You think you rhyme? You should think of mine Solomon Grundy [Ike Eyes] I made my bones shavin Sharon Stone's in a school zone One way ticket from the projects to a pool home Trappin ballin and rappin is the hood's holy trinity I sold a pack 'fore I lost my virginity Surrounded by speed freaks and weed geeks Quiet down, listen up when G's speak Return of the body catcher, the crown's been captured Caught up in the rapture, I slaughtered a bunch of rappers Ain't no Tarzan in the marshland Fumes from the meth cook, turn meed into the swamp man Get the red wine out, white lines and Amy Winehouse Walk fine lines in hindsight Coulda made some better choices I didn't always have to listen to the voices Thug in my bloodline, mud pies and drug buys The dead live on and love dies; Solomon Grundy [Ill Bill] Yo Ill Bill murder futuristic like Paul Laffoley, haul your casket away Assassins'll spray, reptilian like a cannibal's brain Horrifyin like dyin in a two-passenger plane Nosedivin fire in the sky, showers of flame +Houses of Pain+ on +Cypress Hills+ and mountainous terrain Even a lion chills after a ounce of sour to the face I'm the lightnin that the Vikings worshipped The sight of when a rifles burstin, write subversive, I'm a decisive person Liquor on a bullet wound, feel the Henny sting Everything is everything, I'm a +Heavy Metal King+ Been labeled intelligent, irreverent, malevolent True indeed plus a veteran, on point like the Devil's chin Surrounded by apparitions and statues of smilin death Assassins with pistols capture your dyin breath Like you stepped into a horror flick, kill you Then resurrect you in the middle of a blizzard of hollow tips, Solomon Grundy