Hot Breath

[Sean Price] Heir to the throne shit Spur of the moment Squab with the God, best prepare for atonement P popular but not that popular pa, I pop at ya Rock 'em Sock 'em Robot, the knots on top of ya Slap niggas with the Eagle, evil That nigga Black Jack Tripper at the Regal Beagle Bet I beast harder on a Beat Street father Keep heat, P slaughter peeps to keep his feet [?] Refuse to play phony Bruise on my back, I refuse to say Toby Disrespectful to me and my son Juxx Cry Freedom like Kunta Kinte with one foot (Ruste) Type far when I write, Sean crazy Never catch my daughter with a white doll baby Black and I'm proud, mix tobacco and loud So I roll my own spliff when I travel around Fire the rap, I strike when I'm [?] Lion on my back like the King of Zamunda Live and direct, the nine to your neck Express way to death from Imperius Rex P!