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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, bitch niggas scared to death. I'll let The forty-four air your flesh—bow! Underrated, upgraded, updated the flow Mad nice—stop hating the growth Niggas want to see the veteran flop. I put out Monkey Barz, now niggas say I'm better than Rock Niggas act like they're better than Pac. "All Eyez on Him" Get ("Pah!"), all nines on him. Fuck it Stop jocking the next man Or catch a hot one in your headband. P! [Verse 2: Tame One] You? You're on Some bullshit—toro, toro. Me? I'm known from Old-school niggas 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 bitch lip gloss Cough, dip off, get my shit 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 shit 'cause I hate your chocolate, the total opposite of popping shit Your insufficient data makes your jam approximate, so you Could catch me at the shark bar, fishing for bitches 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 Fuck-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 niggas is clowns to pounce like ya A party in my pants, bitch, 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 niggas take notice When you rap, niggas 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 Niggas get frozen, gripping the Fifth, posing Leave your ass shivering, I'll deliver this bitch frozen [Verse 4: Tame One] I want The ends for them ostrich-skin Timbs and them Ed Hardy Hoodies and so many girls to fuck 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