Sean Price - Live The Life lyrics

(feat. Rustee Jux)

[Intro: Ruck]

Hm-hm, hm-hm

Yeah, ladies and gentlemen

I bring to you, live from Kingston Av.

Crown Heights best M.C.

Rustee J., a road dog, what?

[Rustee Jux]

Niggas wanna live the life, scared to die to death

Either pass me the liquor, or supply the meth

Cuz ain't nuthin like gettin drunk and high from bless

One wet the throat, one dry the breath

But yo, I can see clearly now that the rain is gone

See the Pharaoh Don, brain is strong, now he trainer's long

Interpretatin entertainers form, to explain his song

To the known population, Operation Bang-a-thon

The science is, my alliance is ultimate

Hip hop revoltin it, reckin the cult or click

The nastiest rapper couldn't even hold my crown

Cuz if he could, then they would of been told by now

Simply, I'm a rap mentor, schoolin my proteges

Control the stage, in the spotlight of solar rays

Black hood fatigue, low top Puma's, polar beige

Double barrel mic position like a hula gauge

Murder half ya staff with just half a paragraph

Then behold the rage, take a step back, fold the page

Now you so amazed cuz I call shots and throw the jays

When I die older age, God'll have my soul appraised

The nastiest, I grafted and mastered this

And just when you thought you heard the last of it, there's one after it

It's not about drugs and murder or things of that nature

Ya self claim legends, mob impersonator

Nigga this, nigga that, I figure that's your limit

Smoke weed, bust a gat, heart and soul all in it

You stoled an image, my brainstorm rain til finish

After thin hits, nastiness name still diminish

When the days blews dawn, as the phase moves on

The eighty five wit skid rose, CD on, illusion

He equals MC squared, and I is he

G Cypher Divine, born free, V.I.C.

Who mastered the art, grafted the chart

So all you're throne women's gon have to depart

On behalf of the scientifical mathematical

Unmythical, Asiatic true rapper, whose ready to bust a rhyme

When disaster strike, it's like the return of Cee-Lo

Or Wrath of Dice, right now, I'm half of Christ

But in my afterlife, I be fully Allah and you're still half as nice

[Ruck]

Peep the way it's goin down right?

I be the Ruck, that's my man Rust' from Crown Heights

Sound tight, like when the pound strike, the clown type...

Assholes!! Word up, I can't even, knowhatimean?

Word up, you touched it too hard ... fuck it it's your thing

Rustee Jux, word up, MFC, word up...

Crown Heights niggas, Brownsville niggas, worldwide...