Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beyond the Gates of Pain, artist - Sean Price. Album song The Best of Jedi Mind Tricks, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Beyond the Gates of Pain |
Yeah, let’s do it right this time |
Jedi Mind tricks, Sean P |
Straight up! |
Let’s go! |
Yeah! |
(haha) |
Yes, just confess, the best is I |
Leave you, stretched from the sket, in Bedford-Stuy |
Would’ve let you jet but I bet if I |
Did that like a rat — you testify? |
Niggas like what’s the matter with Sean? |
I’m like «Nothing, just thinkin' of a verse that can shatter the song» |
Foreign bitches know the stamina strong |
20 G’s for the pictures, stay in the country, so I married the mob |
Sean’s thirty-two, but the gauge is 12 |
In the fifth for these funny niggas; |
Dave Chappelle |
When Run-DMC was fuckin' Raising Hell |
I was on the run from d’s, these raised in hell |
Kinda broke, couldn’t raise the bell |
Called my man, he broke two fuckin' arms, sold the gauge for bail |
Beat the case, got my big gauge back as well |
With rap, you can sing such amazing tales, nigga |
Ya’ll niggas bust my web |
Heat pop, niggas cut ya dreads, cuz ya’ll scared |
Rockin' and rollin', guns and roses |
Pockets is swollen, son is holding |
Sean P, I’m the master of ceremony |
That’s blastin' at every phony ass rapper that ever know me |
Niggas act like they ready for war |
Get slapped with the tool, wake up bitch, get ready for school, one |
We in this game for the money and the long life |
Whether we battle with the gats or it’s all mics |
We can rumble with the bats or the long pipes |
Vinnie Paz, it’s a wrap, with Sean Price |
I’m more powerful than Gargamel, guard ya grill |
And you’ll be starved and killed |
It’s hard to build, when God reveal |
That you eat lard for meals |
So as the saga builds, we need raw shit |
We need EPMD to drop more shit |
The hardcore shit, bang out, bust a gat |
The '84 shit, hang out, hustle crack |
We build and we destroy until the sun drop |
Until we hear the sounds of the last gun shot |
But I’mma ride until the wheels fall off |
Til the high in these last few pills wear off |
You failed with frost, pussy rap, filled and crossed |
Sellin' bags of that raw shit filled with salt |
I kill ya thoughts, with a nine MA eagle |
Make me sick to my stomach, like ya’ll gay people |
I’mma slay evil, that’s what Allah likes |
Vinnie Paz, Jedi Mind Tricks, Sean Price |