Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Imperius Rex, artist - Sean Price. Date of issue: 07.08.2017
Song language: English
Imperius Rex |
| George Papadopoulos |
| Knock it and pop a nigga papa-less |
| Papa shit, chocolate doctor that dotted the document |
| Listen to my father, bitch, P! |
| Yo, mic check, peck, peck on Bernadette neck |
| Big breasts, I’m erect, let’s have some sex, yes |
| Uh… titties feel the best now |
| I can. |
| yo, yo yo hold on |
| Yo, what the fuck man? |
| Fuck is you talkin' 'bout man? |
| Spit that monkey shit, nigga |
| We gorillas, nigga |
| Ape don’t kill ape |
| Yo spit that real shit, nigga |
| Yo… P!; |
| I Chewbacca’d your chicken |
| Chin checkin' your chest |
| Get chopped champ, got stamped by the Boot from the Camp |
| I’m provin' I can, I’m provin' you fake |
| Like you movin' them grams of Peruvian flakes |
| I am truly an ape, caesar the leader |
| Put two in ya face (BONG PONG), bleed where I leave ya |
| Do deeds of a demon, you do deeds of a diva |
| Sarafina, Abner Louima, Bieber’s a cleaner |
| Believe what I feed ya, I feed the believers |
| Knowledge Wisdom Understanding, sativa’s a creepa |
| College, prison, gun in hand put ya seed in a sleeper |
| Got a vision summer Jam with my speech in the speakers |
| I’m not Martin Luther (Luther) |
| I’m flop corner loser |
| On the block poppin' Rugers (BONG BONG PONG) |
| I’m not Martin Luther |
| I’m flop corner loser |
| On the block sparkin' Buddha, P! |
| You wanna see me get rude? |
| P! |
| BCC |
| Most definite effortless when spittin' these degrees |
| Ruckus rule shit, get down when the tool click |
| Tool spit back, impact is like a mule kick |
| P nice and funky fire |
| I will fuck you up, He Cipher Monkey Cipher |
| Medicated, dedicated bastard |
| Level-elevated attain the Educated Rapper |
| Clowns be seated |
| Bow down to the world renown, Brownsville Jesus |
| Damage a dude |
| Sleep ya brother’s keeper, peep the Family Feud |
| Listen Pa, I am not in the mood |
| Watch you step, get 'em Bob shot him right in the shoes |
| The rhyme is incredible, king, I do floss |
| The mind is a terrible thing to Lou Rawls |