2pac by the Locker - Sean Price, Illa Ghee

Poppa Illa, Poppa Large

Proper camouflage

I gotta proper forty eagle aim it at the sergeant

Let 'em bark like a penny bull

Pity the fool, fool your flow’s pitiful

Simply on the interlude

Higher power

The weed’s a little sour

I’m not a Puerto Rican but I’m speaking to you cowards

Shower posse rap

All my guns is pointed down like a symbol of a Pontiac

Illa is insomniac

Manic maniac

Vocals is a mirror of his habitat

Raw butter moving like an acrobat

Awesome the killer with a polo

Boss Quasimodo, the hands of the devil caught in the photo

Shadowed out a image

I’m tryna end you niggas like the man with a vengeance

Or a battle rapper sentence

My battle rap’s punching your door right off the hinges

A workaholic that’s going forward on forth and inches

Illa

All praises due 2pac by the locker

Watch who you call crazy Q

The best verse on the song

The best song on the album

Album better than yours for sure

P, valedictorian touring scoring mad money

Blast dummy, Sean on my cash, caught a gash from me

The cannon will reck you, animal service

I’m Hannibal Lector, you Hannibal Buress

Worthless, piece of shit rapper, pop the piece at you

Don’t say peace after I proceed to pop the piece rapper

Bong, might trap you off

No whites in the 'Ville but chill with Mike Rapaport

My sound is really the facts that let the pain in

My crown is merely a hat that let the rain in, P