Saviours & Punishers ft. Sean Price

Powerful
That young, dumb, skinny pants rap game done
My advice, duck down when you see the gods come
Open your mind recline, watch how divine rhyme
Tired of the lies, they parents should be hog-tied
It ain't where you from its where you at, we everywhere
From east new york to LAX the gods never scared
Its hard work to keep this show on the road
They do whatever for the cheddar, they be selling they souls
They can't move we keep a foot on they neck
Checkmate, tilt your king like you finished wit chess
They...challenge the champ then run & hide when its time to dance
Its a suicide mission they dont stand a chance
Strong as the sun if you stare or take a glance
Might go blind, we outshine the average man
Do this for the culture, they can't understand
We move the crowd minds, they attract the dumbest fans

Hook
We gon play the punishers to pions thats running up
Actin like we ran in they spot, they wasn't real enough
Back to that, Timberland rap so tie your hoodies up
Who better to have than P wit us??? What up Ruck!!! (x2)

Ace
Just watch how we leave'em
You have nothing here dont know where you got your lead from
March to the kings drum, ruler like Chaka
My warriors dont even speak the language of your partners
Drop'em if they try to stop us from getting knowledge
You can keep yours, we focused on gettin ours
Cowards like snipers in towers tryna surround us
Never rear they faces in places that we get down in
Talkin bout money is power and buying sour
To put away the pain at least for a few hours
They'd never allow it if money ain't being showered
Seen the bout it bout it get decimated to flowers
Cook like taking powder and making it something solid
So wear protective gear if you plan on standing around us
The ones thats speaking loudest will turn out to be the cowards
Organizing power if you wonder what the sound is

Hook
We gon play the punishers to pions thats running up
Actin like we ran in they spot, they wasn't real enough
Back to that, Timberland rap so tie your hoodies up
Who better to have than P wit us??? What up Ruck!!! (x2)

Sean Price
Ahead of my time...nah Im a late bloomer
My wife wear bikinis, Bernadette hate bloomers
Hate fake groomers...Im waving the 8, shoot ya
Brain damage your brain bandaged, fake tumors
My gun do ya, I one two ya
Then send you to the store sun doula
Put one thru, shooters...
Come a dime a dozen duke
I gotta dozen dimes, who's losing, you bruising
No rock and rover, whenever the god smack a nigga
You figure he was beat up by Bob Sapp
Ready for war, Im lacing my Timbos
Step out, I get mistaken for Kimbo
Your crew bitch, get mistaken for bimbos
Hard to fight back when thrown straight out the window
Im rich bitch with the 8 on my waist
Ike Turner wit the burner throw the cake in your face, P!!!

Truth
Keep them squares out your circle, we cuttin corners
The D's got warrants on strength of informants
Ima stick to penning jewels in this notepad
Pray a rapper break bad, step outta character
Thinking he Nazareth's...own
Or Greek Zeus without throne
True and living in a position to make it known
We flick ash and bypass protocol
We know it all, so here comes the lords like its '93
Partially, disturbed by the nerves of these clowns who jot down
Fiction, like they fit the description, won't last a round
Your album smell like a dead body in the summer sun
Divine roll another one cuz after this the tape is done
So turn your speakers to 10 and blast The Blend
Guarantee this shit thump from beginning to end
Whole album until the disc drop, we hip hop baby
Shutter Island crazy no if ands or maybes