Submission Songtext
von Chaundon
Submission Songtext
Yo, SK, I been what y′all wanna be
When it come to cash I bubble fast so fuck with me
You either bow to the crown or push it up to me
You need a twenty foot boost to stand under me
Fuck whoever gets you gassed, shit is trash
At any given moment I could throw in my repertoire
My zone is like the Omen so you don't wanna get involved
I′m sorta similar to Martin with a Dillinger
A denim collection and some dirt in the ceiling tuck
I'm low-keying it, Lil Bo Peeping it
Got it with the charm, cut from a different cloth
Made with cotton from the other side of the farm
Feel God in the room when I walk up in there
Convo with the flow, dude I talk to the snare
Like, what's really good snare? I know you feeling used
Motherfuckers mishandling you, saying they the truth
Well I agree, I was just about to say it too
They even making me hate rap
Tell ′em keep they vinyl, starting to use records as placemats
They call me Tribe, Bud, Sean, you motherfuckers know
I don′t rap I rape tracks
Stag the bassline, raise the hi-hats and take that
Dodge the kicks, punchline it to death
Lay my cadence in the pocket
Pause before I run out of breath and go harder
Hit 'em with a mean delivery, turn my vocals up louder
What you mean you ain′t hearing me? I'm peaking
Damn gotta calm the fuck down
Get what I want before somebody come around
Bitch I ain′t playing with you
I'm the meanest motherfucker on the streets
Understand what I′m saying to you?
Love your vibe, always had me hypnotized
I was broke, you was fucking with them other guys
So now I got you trapped within my clutches
Tripping off of one fifty-one and twenty touches
Sean Don's a sick motherfucker, you know
Ayo Sean Price with prayer, Sean Don for vice
Play sealer with the razor blade, slice and dice
I Mike Tyson your moms and Billy Bo your ho
Then Felix Trinidad your dad to get dough
Money making, honey shaking, fucking Freda Tippado
Rough as a square that fell in love with a stripper ho
Pick a flow, kick a flow, any kind of flow
You want a MySpace feature? That's a pretty penny yo
Listen, Skyzoo on his job, he got bitches and guns
So when I′m in BK it′s fun
Listen, the Lion of Judah, the diamond of Buddha
Smack the beat maker up and act like I'm the producer
Sean Price, I don′t rap like I used to, I'm much better
So it shouldn′t be a question on whether I touch cheddar
The God, bust Berettas, put a hole in your hat
Jesus Christ, sole controller of rap
Amen, bitch
When it come to cash I bubble fast so fuck with me
You either bow to the crown or push it up to me
You need a twenty foot boost to stand under me
Fuck whoever gets you gassed, shit is trash
At any given moment I could throw in my repertoire
My zone is like the Omen so you don't wanna get involved
I′m sorta similar to Martin with a Dillinger
A denim collection and some dirt in the ceiling tuck
I'm low-keying it, Lil Bo Peeping it
Got it with the charm, cut from a different cloth
Made with cotton from the other side of the farm
Feel God in the room when I walk up in there
Convo with the flow, dude I talk to the snare
Like, what's really good snare? I know you feeling used
Motherfuckers mishandling you, saying they the truth
Well I agree, I was just about to say it too
They even making me hate rap
Tell ′em keep they vinyl, starting to use records as placemats
They call me Tribe, Bud, Sean, you motherfuckers know
I don′t rap I rape tracks
Stag the bassline, raise the hi-hats and take that
Dodge the kicks, punchline it to death
Lay my cadence in the pocket
Pause before I run out of breath and go harder
Hit 'em with a mean delivery, turn my vocals up louder
What you mean you ain′t hearing me? I'm peaking
Damn gotta calm the fuck down
Get what I want before somebody come around
Bitch I ain′t playing with you
I'm the meanest motherfucker on the streets
Understand what I′m saying to you?
Love your vibe, always had me hypnotized
I was broke, you was fucking with them other guys
So now I got you trapped within my clutches
Tripping off of one fifty-one and twenty touches
Sean Don's a sick motherfucker, you know
Ayo Sean Price with prayer, Sean Don for vice
Play sealer with the razor blade, slice and dice
I Mike Tyson your moms and Billy Bo your ho
Then Felix Trinidad your dad to get dough
Money making, honey shaking, fucking Freda Tippado
Rough as a square that fell in love with a stripper ho
Pick a flow, kick a flow, any kind of flow
You want a MySpace feature? That's a pretty penny yo
Listen, Skyzoo on his job, he got bitches and guns
So when I′m in BK it′s fun
Listen, the Lion of Judah, the diamond of Buddha
Smack the beat maker up and act like I'm the producer
Sean Price, I don′t rap like I used to, I'm much better
So it shouldn′t be a question on whether I touch cheddar
The God, bust Berettas, put a hole in your hat
Jesus Christ, sole controller of rap
Amen, bitch
Writer(s): Lawrence Cooke, Russell Coultart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

