midnight rounds

Singer: sean price

know right

teach 'em right

play close to sun

found what heat is like

fangs on them wolves lookin' eager

right?

wolves wanna see what you bleedin' like

gods on the mic

keep the procedure tight

beg on your life

we obsolete ya like

hush

lil' nigga

you don't need to fight

midnight round

escort you to the light

dead satellite

free wifi

encefalo

it's a consolation prize for reparations held in escrow

salt

pepper

barbeque

ketchup on the eggroll

fried rice

no vegetable

presidente beer cap

brittle rap

you lose

i fell out the tomb to drop the boom on you niggas

that drop forbidders over brown water

uh

the color match your eyes

inner-thighs

sorta

freshman friday on the short bus

thinkin' like

how can i be righteous and not war touched?"