NEOSPORiN - Sean Price, Illa Ghee

I’m most certainly the black Ron Burgundy

You’re irking me

Street surgery

I’m putting bullets in your perjury

Hollow tip mercery

Everyone’s here for one purpose

And that’s to hear vocabulary Hercules

I’m drop dead handsome

I’m about to hold the rap game for randsome

Spitting like giving Judas a handgun

I’m drawing bullets on paper

I hope you’re hearing me because if I can’t shoot him for real I shoot him

lyrically

Respect me or easily die, I’m life misery

A speck in the media’s eye, a public enemy

I’m fire in your pubic hairs

I make Rubik’s Cube music

The masters listen to it like a souvenir

Deeper than some scuba gear

Treat bad bitches like last year

I paint a perfect picture with blank stares

Illa Ghee I’m like «The Blair Witch Project»

I come to your hood and blare a bitch from the projects

Rotten with those metal objects

The object’s to be objective

My talking is the smartest hardest nonsense

Rolling dice with convicts

Sexy something under armpits

The nick bags I sell is blue and orange

I’ll body any rapper, I have to it’s that important

I’m here to heal rap music boy, I’m Neosporin

On the job extortions

Living amongst the misfortunate

They say my rap flow is like abortion

Kids

Nowhere to run nowhere to hide, listen

Step in my world you’re gonna die, feel me

You get in this car you better ride homie, ride out

I’ma kick down the door until I’m inside, check it

Nowhere to run nowhere to hide, listen

Step in my world you’re gonna die, feel me

You get in this car you better ride homie, let’s go

I’ma kick down the door until I reside, uh-huh

Uh, that’s the shit I don’t like

Way your face look I will alter your Walter Cronkite

Sean writes stupid shit, yellow bus status

Metal pluck bastards, I will never tuck ratchets

I ball out blazing, when the four’s out banging

Mind changing, I’ll change your mind when the god aiming, P!

Trust in allah but tying my camel

I’ll fuck up your jaw when I fly off the handle

Peace ock I hock a piece of meat off your face with a gymstar go on a date

Nigga, match made in heaven

He was a good boy, that’s the catchphrase of reverend

I clap things at bredren

Tap his pockets, no chips

Got my own money dummy, I’m just for the kill bitch

Sean Insane in the brain

Breakback rap, Bruce Wayne verses Bane, nigga

Spread a name like butter I utter Jesse James

Pound the pussy of a sexy dame

Voilaters feel a hefty flame

I’m like a heavy chain

One squeeze to your thinker I’ll leave a heavy stain

Flow committed suicide a couple years ago

Then it returned with a loosie and some indigo

Still bag a dime inside a Pinto

I’m roughly gentle

My lyrics feeling like I’m pushing kids up out the window

I am the symbol of a knife to your temple

I make the toughest tremble

Fuck is you niggas into?

I rock songs, box a few niggas and kept my watch on

Mathematic music is movies so get your popcorn

I bang on the popular, weak, strong or otherwise

Cringe and the lyrics I’m speaking 'cause I don’t socialize

Focus I will bury the rhythm

I build prisms

I don’t cut motherfuckers I clip 'em

I’m Blake Griffin

Nowhere to run nowhere to hide, listen

Step in my world you’re gonna die, feel me

You get in this car you better ride homie, ride out

I’ma kick down the door until I’m inside, check it

Nowhere to run nowhere to hide, listen

Step in my world you’re gonna die, feel me

You get in this car you better ride homie, let’s go

I’ma kick down the door until I reside, uh-huh