20 of the Best Lyrics From Sean Price’s ‘Imperius Rex’ Album

"Ruckus rule shit, get down when the tool click/Tool spit back, impact is like a mule kick/P nice and funky fire/I will fuck you up, He cypher monkey cypher/Medicated, dedicated bastard/Level elevated, tame the educated rapper"

"I'm up to spar, I'm up to par/I'll fuck up your jaw like fuck you, par/P, the veteran injure/Michael Dudikoff the American Ninja/Insane with the best flow holla/Private planes with Creflo Dollar/You hear Sean working B/I'm the truth and duke is just a circus freak" - Sean Price

"Four-fifth in your face/And your faculty of fuck boys forfeit in your face/Shitting, mortician sippin' on grapes/Prepaid, premeditated, murder the 8th, P!/Idiot kinfolks/AKA the ape in the window/I traffic and think doja/A Budweiser African king poster" - Sean Price

"I'm the shit up in my hood/I had three wishes; I wish that a nigga would/Step to the God, when God step I step on ya squad/Imperius Rex the best, definition of God/I swing things hurtin'/God body AKA the King James version/Playing my shit the same time hating my shit/Don't play with me bitch, I make your bitch play with my dick"

"All my niggas got a F on they jacket/Pistol pop, pellets pierce through you and grooves in your fabrics/Goose feathers went everywhere, some of them shits bloody/New leather, the sweater you never can wear, judge me/Profiling, posted on the ave, pink in Polo/So silent, smoking on a bag of diesel, dolo/Effervescent, refreshing, the best at/Sean shit good hood? Maybe the best act" - Sean Price

"International live from Kingston Avenue/Stash roaches, rolled the blunt from the revenue/Sword stabbing you, samurai, sensei/My hearts muy frio, the flow's caliente/Your shit wackator, I might crack your jaw/Used to sell coke, pure white, called it Macklemore" - Ruste Juxx

"The lame stuffer, bang, deranged fucker/I walk bys and guys became chain tuckers/Make enemies, make friends/I make money, money make moves in the state pen', P/This is my slot, rookie/Your snot box get rocked over Hydrox cookies/Slapbox niggas/Free can of soda with the snack box, nigga"

"If Ruck don't like you, Buck don't like you/Ruck down, buck down, what a nigga might do/Black moonwalk on 'em, rest in peace to Michael/R.I.P. Phife from Tribe, he in the light too/Hip-hop heaven, you see seven, that's the god/All praises due to Allah, sun, moon, star/Some move bars, my nigga Ruck move cages/It's only one Buck, but I bust two gauges" - Buckshot

"Nigga, murder, death, kill, sex, money, mayhem/Mournin' murder with a weapon, step into the a.m./Believe in me, pah, the same way you believe in your god/Whether it's Allah, Jesus or Master Fard/I mash up the bars, plastered ratchets splatter your car/Vehicular homicide, fuck's the matter with y'all?" - Sean Price

"Screamin' on the corner like a Hebrew Israelite
Frightened with the titans/Wolf thug love, niggas is likin' the liken/Bullshit thugs get a knife to your Nike and/Pop your air bubble, yeah niggas don't fear trouble/Uh, the men pop thirty/Off digital jam, the Hancock Herbie" - Sean Price

"You're gelatin, my skeleton is like Wolverine's/Your family come for revenge, blow ’em to smithereens/I'm like Morpheus on opiates/Matrix, facelift with the can opener/Gatling on the stand whenever the van open up/Doors slide, bullet hit your face like it's rawhide/Bullets hit your teeth like it's fluoride/I'ma bring you through hell, I'll be the tour guide" - Styles P

"The slugs move everything around me, S.M.E.A.M/Huh? What the fuck that mean?/Kick over the kids stroller nigga Ruck that mean/Mean Gene Okerlund spoken the word of Kareem/So sacrilegious with the word rhyme gestures/Sold crack to bitches in their third trimester/You know how it go/You know my flow dope ala Héctor Lavoe"

"P, respect raw flavor/The sket drawn, fuck if you my next door neighbor/Uncivilized acts from a civilized cat/Knowledge my wisdom, I hit ’em, now criticize that/Nigga, fuck a rap critic/I clap critics all in your back in the black Civic/P, might knife him and spit on his kid/Brownsville, Mic Tyson, Riddick of Briggs/Zab Juda, gears in tact with the black Supras/Knife in the gun fight, trying to stab Rugers" - Sean Price

"Who flow like legends are supposed to flow?/Big beard like Al-Qaeda, I'm supposed to blow/King Midas, everything I touch supposed to go/At least gold, maybe platinum if I roast it slow/You are tuned in to the winners and the winner hit the Aspens/We don't take our women to the Poconos/Now I get dough from rap, before I used to hold the coke/Duck the cops bob and weave, Ali rope-a-dope" - Freeway

"Ayo the rap nigga got a shotgun in his hand/Let off, the wheelchair nigga got up and ran/Died with his man, shot up the cameras, hopped in the van/Vanished, but son will come out tomorrow and blam/Rock is a damn animal, monster/Bigfoot, I will sasquash ya, the Godzilla, take a quick look/Brownsville crook, get bright with the beam/Take your french vanilla, butter pecan, ya ice and your cream" - Rock

"Chief hard bars/Bullet to your brain frame is beef tartare/Bloody and gun hungry, fallin' back with the war tower/Studyin' 120, call me back at the god hour/Knowledge my wisdom/See me with Bernadette, you best acknowledge my wisdom/I got three kids and claim two on taxes/Popped three wigs and made two closed caskets, Wu-Tang" - Sean Price

"This for diamond rockers, ice lit/Known to take off in choppers/Motorcycle gloves on/Drugs in the Benz poppers/Hood caviar, been savvy, god/Harry Winston bangles/Flooded with 40 karats of Pringles
A vet rhymer, fly as a jetliner/Look at the wall, mad pictures of my team, I regret grindin'" - Raekwon

"Clap Harold in the ride with ’caine/Nigga's get burnt lyrically I'm supplying the flame/Providing the game, so pure I don't cut on it/Track ain't crack unless Ruck on it/Like who the fuck want it, uh, cricket noise in the background/Nigga's quiet, can't do a thing when I smash down"

"Fact filled rap that's wack when you kick it/Gats you catch forever in my district/Think you wack, I think I'm nice/Fuck up your view like Frank at the fight/Fuck around and get shanked by a knife, shot by a shotty/Spanked in a fight, the life of the party/Late night when I'm out with some fun yo/I'm out with my spouse at the House of Mofongo"

"I be the barbarian, step to P/I will wet up blocks and shots of sket to squeeze/Punk bastard, style is wild 'cause outclasses/Brownsville Brooklyn busting off wild ratchets/Insane brain luminosity/Game change entertain slang atrocity/P, probably the best/Ungodly, the god will beat your body 'til it stretch" - Sean Price