Chewbacca Random Axe (Ft. Roc Marciano)

[Verse 1: Sean Price]
Chewbacca
Duece-duece popper for rocking your shoes proper
True shotta, nigga you noose nada
My three versus your four, who crew's hotter, Random
Everbody on my team is winners
Everybody on your team beginners
Why you do that, rapper
Fucking new-jack rappers
Flinch when I walk by cause I do smack rappers
Sean the Barbarian
Deadly dose of the dope shit, black tar heroin
The best out, bar-for-bar Pa
His god given talent scream Al hum du'Allah
You got no skills, you got no talent
You're shit no frills and your bitch toss salad
Niggas rap albums sound like love letters
Pen in my hand like, damn fam, I can do much better

[Refrain]

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]
I write classics, you can't hack it
You know what it is
In the room with the floor covered in plastic
Passive, never got a street-cat pay so I'm active
Stay back
I keep that blade
Hi, hater
I'll carve a smile right next to your frown like laugh now, cry later
Potato on the barrel
French-fry ten guys
For major violations, call it annihilation
Your tough talk, I don't get it
You wouldn't fight a ticket
So why recite a lyric
Especially when lyrics get a rifle at your fitted
I'm sure to buck so tell Pac what up though
My foes better be real
You wanna be tough, alright you'll forever be still
Still I get nicer, yet I'll ice you
And rhyme with the force of a Jedi cyhper