Cam’ron – Let the Beat Build

Louie this, Gucci that, Sak’s Fifth/ Nine, Tech, Banana, Mac clips..

Click the picture for “Let the Beat Build.” It’s a radio rip from Kay Slay’s radio show, but it’s dope. Peep it. Courtesy of Nahright.com

Mohammed Jackson.

Today I will teach you about Sean Price. One half of mid nineties hardcore rap group Heltah Skeltah, 1/8th of New York rap crew Boot Camp Clik, and he’s also the brokest rapper you know, nice to meet ya. Sean Price is the king of quotables, especially those that mention gun talk, treating women like dirt, selling drugs to the youth, or slapping around gay people. I’ll list some of my favorite Sean Price raps to show you. Warning: You might get offended if you’re a pussy, or you know, gay, or one of those empowered women. Here we go:

Like six o’clock, grip the watch off your wrist and watch this bitch get the cops. Sean Price quick to box, grip your gwap, split your knot and go pitch piff and rocks. “Hate All You Want” from the Boot Camp Clik album The Last Stand

Listen, kick drum, snare and hi-hat, I pitch jums around here, pa, don’t try that. Louis Satchmo, pull the tool, let the gat blow. Melon pop, taco meat, extra Tabasco. Little Rascal, buck heat at Buckwheat, for talkin’ dumb, but they all love it when Ruck speak. Fuck freaks for free, fuck freaks on E. Probably fuck freaks that you’ve seen on BET. Been there, done that, no rubber, got clap. So it hurt when I piss, this verse is the shit. Sean is a beast, you can hear me holler at the full moon. Columbine High, settin’ fire to school rooms. No way, Jose Canseco, pop popular guys at the pop of the bank-o. Sean Price, big knife, ready to shank those niggas at the dice game frontin’ with bankrolls. “1-2-3″ from the Boot Camp Clik album The Last Stand

Hey yo, Dexter Manley, pull skets, wet your family. Overstand the underhanded ways of my Camp, B. Sean P the General, so generally speakin’, I put ten in your body, your friends’ll be leakin’. Never chill on the weekend, the son don’t chill. Gat’ll spray on a Saturday ’cause I’m from the ‘Ville. Got no time for petty lines, rappin’ your stupid shit, you can get the fist in your face for fuckin’ with the pugilist. Sean ain’t new to this, rappin’ a while now, happy drug dealer, sell crack with a smile now.. “But tha Game iz Still the Same” from the Book Camp Clik album The Last Stand

Shoot your moms, stab your pops, rape your daughter, get the moment on the tape recorder. Give copies out to every nigga up in the hood, let them know I’m not the nigga to fuck with up in the hood. Give me some weed, give some coke, give me some dope. Give me your seed; give me your throat, give me some rope. Choking your bitch provoking your click to get guns, smoking a spliff. You’re throwing a fit, now that’s fun. Backpack niggas acting all funny and shit, till I them that shit is wack, ain’t no money in this. And you female rappers, I’mma end your careers, wrap my hands around your throat while you get banged from the rear. I’m the type of nigga that will throw a shell in your arm, You the type to snitch, bitch, why you telling my moms?.. “Had it up 2 Here” from the Book Camp Clik album The Chosen Few

Bitch harm me, the swiss army knife in my hand, know that shit corny, but it can end the life of ya fam. Niggaz know Sean nice with the hands, watch me punch up your face. Dig in your pockets, leave you right where you stand. Got a, dime bitch that live in Japan. Black belt, sucks dick, chops bricks with her hand, arigato. Sean Price slick like el gato, three piece suit in the booth, ain’t shit cute. Might smack off half your smile, go to court with a suit, smack the other half, after trial. Plead the fifth, y’all niggaz plead the eighth. Done leave your face fucked up, now your niece is raped, I’m buggin’. “Onion Head” from Monkey Barz

Yo, dress sloppy, but my rap is dapper. Watch Rosewood go outside and slap a cracker. “Rising to the Top” from Monkey Barz

Get busy, bisexual burners, both ways with the biscuit. Hit, niggaz and bitches, and occasionally infants. “Fake Neptune” from Monkey Barz

All I is is all I am. And all you is, who gives a damn? It’s like, wop-babalu-bop-doo-wop-bam-boom, the glock got a few shots, you popped, drop – oooh. I’m bugged with the words, I went to school. When I pop you with the tool, catch a slug from a nerd. That’s my word to my mother, You act stupid duke I’m hurtin’ your mother like “WHAT BITCH?!” Commence to smackin’ her face like a pimp, then put the old bitch back in her place.
Violent” from Jesus Price Superstar

Might go psycho, liposuction. Knife pokes white folks, I know nothin’. “You Already Know from Jesus Price Superstar.

You get it.

Jedi Knight School.

I just thought about something. I’m going to school to make myself a better person, get a real education and so on. But I can’t fool myself. I’m going to get my degree just so I can get a job finding creative new ways to market this shit to people:

I grew up with this hip-hop shit. Practically raised by it. I am who I am because of it. I love every aspect of it, including the negative. I never got a real chance to get involved when I was working in the industry, and that killed me. Well, once I’ve got enough pull, I’ll be chopping it up with Malice & Pusha. Sitting in on a Cam’ron studio session. Texting Black Thought about the white devil. Here’s a bonus link.

I’ll get there. In the mean time, I’ll remain a fan and critic.