Disturbed - Blame One, Exile, Sean Price

Blame One

I don’t care which chick docked a famous rich hip hopper

Phantom of the opera type slick, which doctor

Mad scientist, topper with the vocal, I’m current

Almost 33 homie, yeah, a hell of endurance

Young veteran, chop off the tongue and take the head of men

Young bucks know me, I ex so much better blend

I like to set a trend.

Never tried to follow fools

Knowledge, wisdom all withstanding, son I never hollow jewels

Swallow the bottle full throttle just like a menace

I mash around Cali from Diego to Venice

Let me replenish.

I’m far from finished, young apprentice

Lab coat on the floor, drop science in a sentence

Broken beaker, got you open to the speaker

Cats’ll close a eye like we were hoping you were weaker

Nope and call me teacher fam, fuck what you heard

I’m a master of words, word, I’m mentally disturbed

Blame One

Disturbed, I walk around like I’m wearing a crown

Talking to myself, cats steady staring me down

Clown, I heard you got lost, that could write precise

But I murderize cats on the mic to bytes

Cause I’m disturbed I walk around like I’m wearing a crown

Talking to myself, cats steady staring me down

Clown, I heard you got lost, that could write precise

But I murderize cats on the mic to bytes

Yo, this black on black crime

Pardon me my G

This black and white rhyme

Clap the black nine and smash your trash lines

Put your ass to sleep, goodnight, it’s nap time

Listen, the best rapper in the world is Sean

The worst rapper in the world is you

Skank rapper having promise on

Bus back at your girl and you

Fuck you bitch niggas wanna do

Listen, flows phenomenal, off the chain

But really, take off your chain

I ain’t joking around, toting the pound

Only think I’m a clown like homie the clown

I will put down the pound and pound on you

Then pick up the pound, its rounds on you (cheers)

Y’all niggas ain’t ready for ruck, how you on it bitch

Hand me ya gun, let me know

I’m not playing, horsing around or joking.

Don’t sigh kid

Sleep in my squalor, staple open your eyelids

Saw off the hand that you wrote your best verse with

It gets hectic, I protected all word smiths

I’m in the dragon’s lair writing in the dungeon

Spirits of the past appear to me when summoned

I’m the mist that the winter escort in the night

I’m like photosynthesis absorbing the light

You’re possessing the words you are sure to recite

Duplicating my sound takes much more then a mic

Hardcore when I write the final passage to your worldly fate

But maybe John might forgive you at the pearly gate

Set you straight and unless your great

I set back, set traps, watch you catch the bait

Always test the fate, they get kicked to the curb

So fuck what you heard, yo I’m mentally disturbed

Blame One

Disturbed, I walk around like I’m wearing a crown

Talking to myself, cats steady staring me down

Clown, I heard you got lost, that could write precise

But I murderize cats on the mic to bytes

Cause I’m disturbed I walk around like I’m wearing a crown

Talking to myself, cats steady staring me down

Clown, I heard you got lost, that could write precise

But I murderize cats on the mic to bytes