Illa Ghee - Give 'em Hell lyrics

[Sean Price] Yo, news from the East, sire The beast's back and everyone of his raps that he speaks fire Demolish a corn-ball a** rapper and smack him 'til Knowledge is Born Peace to the Gods and Peace to the Earths My piece put your a** in pieces, put your piece in the dirt God Sean hands-on, I sandpalm n***as Beat you b**h bloody, here's a tampon, n***a Rapper Sean, truth spitter You do decathalons with Bruce Jenner, you b**h The apparel is tally-ho The God Donkey Sean throws barrels at Mario King rap in the Phantom Jump out the back singing National Black Anthems P! [Illa Ghee] Man, I put a bullet in your sweatglands Yankee not a Mets fan Punch you in your headband Illa the original k**er of the bars k** the fraud scars in interviews And get on your interlude Honorary chemical, monetizing metaphor I'm Malcolm X's funeral, ba*tard but I'm beautiful Hashtag Illa got it man, you's a f*g bag Probably dress in drag, street stabbin' at your swag I'm an atheist but I know I'm God myself Cut the shadiest, radiator bars I melt So melodic, 50,000 devils in the preacher's pocket See I beef and broc' it, words a s**y object Be the prophet, I'm a murder in the projects Gorilla mist, flick of the wrist, showin' the watches Don't even bother, I'm better than both Carters This is Sparta, I'm pushing your wig like bad barbers