Brokest Rapper You Know

[Sean Price]<br>It go, Frederick Douglas, Nat Turner<br>Ku Klux Klan, big black burner<br>Ashtray, cigarette butts<br>Box cutter gem star, watch this nigga get cut<br>Ten dollars, two tokens<br>Friends hollerin`, "Yo, what you smoking?"<br>I reply with, "none of ya biz"<br>It`s father`s day and I ain`t get shit from none of my kids<br>Listen, liquor store, let me get a fifth<br>Weed spots, let me get a spliff<br>Mad as hell, plus I`m frustrated<br>Last album came out, you motherfucks hate it<br>Rock solo, Ruck broke<br>Here`s a hundred dollars, what a fucking joke<br>Eviction notice, yo, I gotta go<br>Album been out two months, ain`t did a fucking show<br>Ruckus, you ruined, I put the barrel to my dome<br>But what the fuck are you doing? Chill<br>Found a new way to build<br>Fuck rap, started selling 2-ways and pills<br>When the stomach growls, and the fridge there<br>And you starving, and ya kid`s there<br>It`s.... motherfuckin` critical pa<br>My pursuit of this rap, knew this straight trivial, pa<br>Niggaz all pray loyal, til yet, they all jet<br>When they fuckin` with a four dollar royalty check<br>And if you feel me, act like you know<br>Sincerly yours, the brokest rapper you know, Sean P