What Now - Muneshine, Sean Price, Termanology

Ayo Dexter Manley

Pull skets wet your family

Overstand the underhanded ways of my camp B

Sean Price the general so generally speakin'

I’ll put ten in your body your friends be leakin'

Never chill on the weekend, the sun don’t chill

Gat will spray on a Saturday cause I’m from the 'Ville

Got no time for petty lines

Rappin' your stupid shit

You can get a fist in your face for fuckin' with the pugilist

Sean ain’t new to this

Rappin' awhile now

Happy drug dealer, sell crack with a smile now

Karate chop crillz, Johnny Knoxville

Get high from my own supply, that’s not real

Your arms too short to box with the god

Ya weed wack, don’t smoke pot with the god

Listen

Sean Price is the prophet of profit

The best nation is donation, Elijah Mohammad

«What now»

«Put the static up another notch» — Black Moon 'War Zone'

«N.D.

no doubt»

«Open up the world people, lend me your ears» — Dilated Peoples 'Reach Us'

«Yes, yes y’all» — Common 'I Used to Love H.E.R.'

«Will you realize that my ish don’t stop?»

«Hands clap on, snare drums tap on» — J-Live 'Longevity'

«Word up»

Your man Mune seen a lot of charades

That’s why I body rap types with a mic, fuck a Prada parade

No Robin/robbin' I get the Batman/bat man

I swing fast and crack, look dawg

I lay these?

up in the Satscan

I throw tape in the task and a pro with the tools

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vocal after the plaques man

I want cash man, save your lines

Your talk is cheap so I pay you no mind

Yo fuck that

Your man Mune is no longer naive

I no longer believe in the big dreams you’ll no longer achieve

(say word)

I gets focused with ease, I say whatever I please

And watch the labels fork over the cheese

It’s that simple

I travel with a vintage flow

But I’m not the same producer/rapper that you think you know

Legendary when I carry the mic

It’s type scary, don’t compare me to the rest of these hype kids

I’m askin'

What now?

Ayo, Puerto Rican Term but this ain’t no Reggaeton

Yo I’m, gettin' in on like Rakim in his zone

And every track I do is gettin' complemented on

If you bluer than Snoop or redder than Jim Jones

I’m back up in the wire, I’m here to set it in stone

I ain’t tryin' to get the king, I’m just tryin' to get on

Kinda funny how my flow just switch on every song

For that Cash, Money, Hoes like Ja, X and Hov

I know I’m gonna go triple plat before the day I die

Plus I’m gonna slay every track and I be sayin' «Hi»

Man if you two niggas scrap then nigga stay inside

Rappers, they be sayin' they strapped, but they be sayin' lies

I be livin' out in the X, but I be out in Queens

B.K., S.I., Manhattan and I done seen

Many Bloods and Crips, Disciples and Latin Kings

And I be doin' this shit for y’all so all my niggas scream

What?!