Beyond the Gates of Pain - Sean Price, Jedi Mind Tricks

Yeah, let’s do it right this time

Jedi Mind tricks, Sean P

Straight up!

Let’s go!

Yeah!

(haha)

Yes, just confess, the best is I

Leave you, stretched from the sket, in Bedford-Stuy

Would’ve let you jet but I bet if I

Did that like a rat — you testify?

Niggas like what’s the matter with Sean?

I’m like «Nothing, just thinkin' of a verse that can shatter the song»

Foreign bitches know the stamina strong

20 G’s for the pictures, stay in the country, so I married the mob

Sean’s thirty-two, but the gauge is 12

In the fifth for these funny niggas;

Dave Chappelle

When Run-DMC was fuckin' Raising Hell

I was on the run from d’s, these raised in hell

Kinda broke, couldn’t raise the bell

Called my man, he broke two fuckin' arms, sold the gauge for bail

Beat the case, got my big gauge back as well

With rap, you can sing such amazing tales, nigga

Ya’ll niggas bust my web

Heat pop, niggas cut ya dreads, cuz ya’ll scared

Rockin' and rollin', guns and roses

Pockets is swollen, son is holding

Sean P, I’m the master of ceremony

That’s blastin' at every phony ass rapper that ever know me

Niggas act like they ready for war

Get slapped with the tool, wake up bitch, get ready for school, one

We in this game for the money and the long life

Whether we battle with the gats or it’s all mics

We can rumble with the bats or the long pipes

Vinnie Paz, it’s a wrap, with Sean Price

I’m more powerful than Gargamel, guard ya grill

And you’ll be starved and killed

It’s hard to build, when God reveal

That you eat lard for meals

So as the saga builds, we need raw shit

We need EPMD to drop more shit

The hardcore shit, bang out, bust a gat

The '84 shit, hang out, hustle crack

We build and we destroy until the sun drop

Until we hear the sounds of the last gun shot

But I’mma ride until the wheels fall off

Til the high in these last few pills wear off

You failed with frost, pussy rap, filled and crossed

Sellin' bags of that raw shit filled with salt

I kill ya thoughts, with a nine MA eagle

Make me sick to my stomach, like ya’ll gay people

I’mma slay evil, that’s what Allah likes

Vinnie Paz, Jedi Mind Tricks, Sean Price