Delirium - Sean Price, Sha Stimuli, Willie the Kid

Sipping Café au lait

Hold the flute by the stem

Simply OJ

Mix it with the gold bottles

My role models ride Rolls Royces

Puff hand rolled cigars at the grotto

Cold oysters

Never too busy to get fresh

I’m boisterous

I keep your bitch moist

I’m poison

Anoint the clit

Willie the Kid’s flow

Sharper than stalagmites

I’m never stagnant

Stagger off the jet

Wipe the smile off your face

I don’t do a lot of joking

Pop champagne

My niggas do a lot of smoking

Smuggle everything

We’re from that low budget area

Plan to land choppers on aircraft carriers

Straight to the dock

Got returns on my stock

Come

From a good stock

Pink stains on my smock

I’m an artist

Regardless

All my niggas hood though

Charming young man

I could bag Lisa Kudrow

Least we ain’t fold, sell our souls, or sell each other out

And that’s more than I can say about most of ya’ll

Doubt is all mental

Grimier than kraut flow (?)

Sicker than the gout

Fundamental

And I don’t give a fuck about none of ya’ll

Just have that money right

I’m a clean nigga

I like my house clean

Like my bitches clean

Keep my car clean

Keep my son fresh

Food in the pantry

Bookshelf full of books

Niggas can’t be

Fucking serious

Shit is hilarious

Delirium

Delirium

Yeah, Look

Pastor, preacher

That’s strapped with ether

You rapping divas

I can’t compete with ya’ll faggy features and happy feet

But I smack your teeth with the back of heaters

My tracks are deeper

Bitch I spazzed on beats

Since I had a beeper

Matter fact, I had a trapper keeper

A pre-teen

I dispersed my hurt

Now I don’t just bury my foes

I make them turn in dirt

Observe my thirst

As my over-wordy verse will murder jerks

I’m at your door like it’s October 31st

Trick!

No mask on, or costume

Animated nigga

Not a cartoon

This is for my block goons

Corny boys, heat holders, Glock popping G’s

From the killers seeing death to the dudes watching Glee

I got them

I’ll be going in

You don’t even got to see me like blowing wind to know i’m a blow and win

I flow and grin cuz this shit is just crazy simple

Like stealing a baby’s Skittles

Ya’ll ain’t fucking with me

Look

I rhyme with ease

I combine with beats

Like I’m siamese

God defined a freak when designing me

So any label signing me

It’s like you let a live disease

Inside the streets

I blind the weak

I’m spreading it virally anytime I leak

And I don’t comment on nothing

I let my progress speak

Now that ya’ll have found me, the game’s over

Hide and seek

Yo

Pau the chest basher

Raw the skin clapper

Sean Price (P!!!)

Allah’s best rapper (Yes!)

Touch the mic when I get off the stage

And get beat the fuck up when you get off the stage

The rage

I control is civilized

The gauge, I am known to kill a guy

I don’t know about you

But I’m well known homes

And I don’t know about you

Asia, Africa, Tokyo, Japan

My razor slash your okydoke with hands

Cock the skit (?) and blam the cannon

I’m old school like mock necks and Chandra Barren (?)

Truth be truth when I step in the booth

And my son’s got talent

Call him musical youth

Haha

But don’t pass the dutch

I’m professional so when I’m finished pass the bucks

Motherfucker