X-Tacy Radio lyrics

X-Ray Da Mindbenda ft. Sean Price and Tame One - “X-Tacy Radio”
[Emcee(s): Sean Price and Tame One]
[Producer(s): X-Ray Da Mindbenda]

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Check it. It go:
Yeah, stop playing
It's not what you’re saying, it's what you're not saying
You’re not saying Sean the best, so now you're in a
Pine box, arms folded, hand across your chest. I
Testified, the best is I
Sean Price nice, and all the rest you die
Petrified, b*tch n*ggas scared to death. I'll let
The forty-four air your flesh—bow!
Underrated, upgraded, updated the flow
Mad nice—stop hating the growth
n*ggas want to see the veteran flop. I put out
Monkey Barz, now n*ggas say I'm better than Rock
n*ggas act like they're better than Pac. “All Eyez on Him”
Get (“Pah!”), all nines on him. f*ck it
Stop jocking the next man
Or catch a hot one in your headband. P!

[Verse 2: Tame One]
You? You're on
Some bullsh*t—toro, toro. Me? I'm known from
Old-school n*ggas that sell more cookies than sell a thorough
From Brick City to borough, thorough as usual. Get
Used to the style more corrupted than computer files
The slept-on don, the kept-on phenomenon, I'm
Phenomenal, plus I’m unstoppable, I will follow you
Do what I gotta do like barbeque all of you
Raise the stakes with a bar or two, bet on the mic like
Rick Ross, popping like that young b*tch lip gloss
Cough, dip off, get my sh*t hit off when I dip off
I just want enough to live off, not claiming cheese like
Excess. You measure success with bling, ringed bracelets
For your necklace, I’ll French-kiss chicks you're only friends with
Hitting what you can’t get, then I talk sh*t ‘cause
I hate your chocolate, the total opposite of popping sh*t
Your insufficient data makes your jam approximate, so you
Could catch me at the shark bar, fishing for b*tches with steak
Tartar and caviar and more cabbage than the salad bar
Half of y'all want to go half and have my seed—hello!
I R. Kelly, yellow pee/P over G's
Down on your knees, birds and bees, donkeys
Monkeys, and the trees. This is rated triple-X
f*ck-you music, so imagine having me back at
The station wagon, bragging with your shorties
[Verse 3: Sean Price]
Yo
Rap murderer, cat burglar
Malcolm X before he converted to Islam
The god Sean shine on my tracks, all of my raps
Are official, you wishing you could rap like that. Now
Cypher, y'all n*ggas is clowns to pounce like ya
A party in my pants, b*tch, and I won’t even like ya. Listen
My people hot with the beat, P hot on the street
People walk by when cop on the street. See
When I rap, y'all n*ggas take notice
When you rap, n*ggas notice you're bogus, focused
On me, Sean Price the brokest emcee
Heroin addict, literally the dopest emcee
Let the don, Sean one of the best you're not knowing
Bust a shot, now the whole top of your knot explosion
n*ggas get frozen, gripping the Fifth, posing
Leave your ass shivering, I'll deliver this b*tch frozen

[Verse 4: Tame One]
I want
The ends for them ostrich-skin Timbs and them Ed Hardy
Hoodies and so many girls to f*ck I smell pudussy
When chicks send me their pics on computers with their hooters out
Fit for my taste, so I stay wilding on Myspace
While I chase chickens, I will eventually get ‘em
Get it in, cinnamon, potpourri puss-puss feminine
Eminem sell female dirty detail emails
Fine then. Wait ‘til I see the tail on ‘em. I'll
Wail/Whale on ‘em like an orca, pork her hole, call on
The hotties, bling-bling addicts, not white, Green Day green jacket
With the pink, a minute again, bang any friends
Smack two to the end like ten, Nine to the
TEC, rhymes to the death? It depends if I go off
Or to show off how big my balls are. The New
Jeru All-Star, none of you win a Clark Bar
Har-har, I get busy with the horror