s.e.a.n

they call me s-e-a-n

peep in your mind

run tell your children

the god spit fire

admire the skills

friend

the skills been acquired since living in tilden

yo

somebody call the morgue

i just called it doa

two to the head

i shot the bitch in broad day

no time for the tattlin'

babblin'

okay?

told my brother

put the bitch in a barrel like torae

when it comes to hard bar

that's me all day

your shit got flaws

pa

and it saw no days

i'm the raw rap writer

reciter of raw raps

all that wack shit that you're talkin'

just fall back

see

my flow off some one-two shit

p. fly

g.i. joe

the kung fu grip

got a lock on the game

not with the games

bare-knuckle

your frame

got my mind made up

you can't convince me

holmes

that the way to the top is my cock in quincy jones

secret society designed by man

made the mason beat the murder

making signs with his hands

who manufactured that shit

don't believe in none of that shit

your facts are backwards

a active inactive gang leader

well-loved in the streets

my peeps

they been heated

they call me s-e-a-n

peep in your mind

run tell your children

the god

spit fire

admire the skills

friend

the skills been acquired since living in tilden

they call me s-e-a-n

peep in your mind

run tell your children

the god spit fire

admire the skills

friend

the skills been acquired since living in tilden