Prisoner Sean Price (Ft. Freeway)

[Intro]
P!

[Chorus: Freeway]
Real artists
Fake artists
Hot artists
Wack artists
Hard artists
Soft artists
I'm addressing all artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this rap
Got to pay to get your boys back
I'ma kidnap artists
Real artists
Fake artists
Strong artists
Weak artists
Tight jeans wearing new rap R&B artists
I'm a prisoner, a slave to this rap
Get a shovel for them cats
I will six feet deep artists

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Who rap like rap is supposed to sound?
New cats type wack I won't disown you clown
Fuck a first round draft pick
Burst pound gat spit
Search frown
Hearse found
I dirt bound that bitch
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 cynics all in your back in the black civic
P, might knife him and spit on his kid
Brownsville, Mic Tyson, Riddick and Briggs
Zab Judah
Gears in tact with the black Supra's
Knife in the gun fight, trying to stab Rugers
Nigga your time is comin'
Fuck with me and your time is now, get to runnin'