Fight Club - Sean Price, Illa Ghee

Impossible my flow knock the walls off of hells kitchen

Hell of a vision

I body into hell, listen

Master park shootouts I’m after dark routes

Knock on your door and throw a shark inside your house, nigga

Open wide I made metal wolves cry

With your misfortune and catastrophic collide

The reason that I’m high is 'cause my momma just died

I didn’t even cry I just tried to murder the sky

Another level my inner soul was embezzled

Act disrespectful, my shooter rating successful

I’m hood fights, I’m the six bullets that hit Suge Knight

Nothing sugar here, I’m the nigga from the brook nights

With no emotions see I vocally pop guys

Pop goes the weasel, smoke spinach I’m Popeye

Glock threads the needle, Dessert Eagle the flock fly

Fall into apocalypse an animal archive

Illa!

Barbarians

Best friends with Illa Ghee, I see y’all scared of him

Fuck rap, they gotta be crooks

Shook over shit, written in Prodigy book

Real shit, fam damn and quick to cut a head

Field trips, ham sandwich with the Wonder Bread

Slap hoes, eat bacon

Clap toast, feet shakin'

So tough this nigga Ruck

Write something better, so what I don’t give a fuck

Never ran, never will

Then I ran when that mans hand’s on the steel

I’ll be back though

I’ll be strapped, clap gats at black folks

Decepts jumping your kids

No black on black crime, I just hunt where I live

Off the top this will body your night club

Who wanna die against this lyrical fight club

Fuck a rapper ain’t nothing here like us

Who want to die agains this lyrical fight club

Off the top this will body your night cub

Who wanna die against this lyrical fight club

Fuck a rapper ain’t nothing here like us

Who want to die agains this lyrical fight club, nigga