Artist: Sean Price Album: Mic Tyson Song: Title Track Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Sean Price] Yeah, P!! I'm the best in the borough, I'm the best in the city I'm the best of the state, and the rest of you fakes Don't question the Ape, throw the sket at your face Bang bang shoot 'em up, make a mess of the place Oh you a E head, oh you a weed head I got a big gun, bigger than Maxi Priest dreads Fuck a rhyme though I'm, back on my grind mode Me and my connect we keepin it kosher like +Shyne Po+ How that nine go? (BLAOW!) Where your guns at? Fakin moves, 80's fool, he a lunch pack This a dumb rap, but I can rap smarter The educated rapper, the African Godfather Just shoot and spray, Ruck bumaye Mandingo warrior, from the Alajufray Y'all niggaz know the flow is weak and your bitch suck dick for show tickets P!! Yo; you a battle rapper, you be rappin in battles I shoot your shit up, Duke it's a wrap for the battle Niggaz yap and they tattle, it's a wrap when I catch you Chrome to your eyefold, you got clapped at your apple I'm God's favorite, I'm flagrant, the arms facin I'm breakin your arms while niggaz rapin your moms naked P forever, I'm better, the wordsmith Lyrically Michael the Tyson, you Trevor the Berbick ... Smack a nigga on sight B ... Adidas track suit with Nikes Mean muggin who? Your jeans colorful Rainbow Brite, good night, I can't fuck with you You a lame homey, do ya thing homey Put your head between your legs and do your thing homey Literally - y'all niggaz is bitch boys The last LP, I quit boy - P!!