Let It Be Known - Sean Price, Sean Price feat. Phonte of Little Brother

I don’t think it I just do it

Y’all still thinkin it’s just music, but

J. League is a just movement, so you should just adjust to it

Cause our whole attitude is fuck losin

People on the outside, sayin he must do it

Cause all niggas make is love songs and drug music

I don’t sip Dom P, but kick it with Von Pea

And now I’m with Sean P, Boot Camp who the fuck knew it?

Brooknam’s in the buildin, but me and Sean’s

Into buildin them joints that rock hard like Benatar

More than just an MC, 'Te is like a motivational speaker

And each and every verse is a seminar

And each and every word is a miniature

Representation of the divine revelation he send to y’all

Up next to get it as soon as we distribute these

Rhymes to the public sorry if I’m offendin y’all

'Te the crew rocker, overseas shoe shopper

In Mangiano’s, orderin two pastas

Back in the days them hoes say he too proper

Now he’s the main attraction like Mufasa

I ain’t +lion+, but if you think that I ain’t tryin

To be the best you need to rewind this

Big Pooh and Dru Ha standin behind this

You have now, been in tune to the finest

Phontigga!

The man, the myth, the legend, the one that rock mics

The camp, the click, the crew play this song, get nice

They better get it while it’s gettin 'fore the gettin is gone

It’s Sean P, Phonte, nigga let it be known

Let it be known, let it be…

I don’t dap it, I just clap it

Y’all still thinkin it’s just rappin, but

Boot Camp is a tough unit, so you should just adjust to it

Cause my whole attitude is Ruck do it

People in my project sayin Ruck yo fuck music

I’ve been lovin rap since, Run was +Krush Groove’n+

I don’t eat tofu, I don’t drink soy milk

Always into beef pah, don’t get your boy kilt

… Lyrically I’m killin 'em

Call 'te tell him I got yay in Wilburton

… Call up some of my fam

And these crackers buyin crack a hundred a gram

I got a gun in my hand;

don’t make me take your life

I do wrong just to make shit right, RIGHT~?!

I thank God for, Buck and Dru

Without a deal, who knows what the fuck I’d do?

Probably, stand on the corner with a gun and a beeper

Act wrong, clap strong, put your son in a sleeper

'Sup with the reefer?

I gotta roll me a joint

Bring the chorus and I’ll prove my point, P!