M.A.S.T.E.R. P

[Verse 1: Sean Price] Yo, it's the M.A.S.T.E.R P, that's me nigga, Agallah Lean a fool, when the god squeeze the tool Set it off on a midget, the Kareem Abdul Jabbar pah Sean a star, without the necklace Catch a rapper slipping, his ass is breakfast Tech-tacular, top technician, when the tech spit With reckless abandon my blammer when this tech click Y'all niggas bozos, juggling bowling pins Nigga I'm fo-fo thugging, holding gems Drop jewels, put them back on my neck My chain vanglorious, Professor X Wintertime shoot-outs, holding your goose down Throw you over the roof, who got the juice now? Yeah, Sean Price (yeah!) is the truth now The baddest motherfucker that you heard in the booth now, P! [Hook] [Verse 2: Agallah] Survival my rivals the latest arrivals Surprise in the eyes of an idol When I'm toting them hollows I got 'em I spot 'em I rock 'em His soul will just fall to the bottom I watch 'em I blast 'em I pop 'em I won't give him an option His sinister side is definitely riding I'm wilding I'm stacking I'm styling And all of the homies is violent Denying you dying, you lying you get hit with the iron You think that I'm flying the way that these lyrics is rhyming This shit I'm designing it's gotta be diamond I'm in, a state of mind to get a whole lot of dollars Doing the knowledge the fact that you lyrically garbage I'm a lyrical problem ready to revolve 'em and solve 'em Spark 'em and lark 'em and park 'em and put 'em in coffins Keep doing the talking and I'll shoot them like Christopher Walken And since I was semen fighting the demons that evil was bought Truly yours the boss just speaking his thoughts The King of New York