Freestyle Friday: Buckshot vs. Sean Price

For Freestyle Friday today, I felt like puttin you all onto some Boot Camp Clik. I thought about which members to put up and then it became clear… Buck and Ruck! Buckshot, the emcee best known as a member of Black Moon and his collaborations with 9th Wonder goes head to head with Sean Price, one half of Heltah Skeltah and who has also collaborated with 9th Wonder.

The idea behind Freestyle Friday is to battle one another with your favorite verse from either of the two competitors. You’re essentially battling other commenters in this thread by using the words of Buckshot or Sean Price. Hit the jump for a few rules and then jump in on the comments!

Before we start, let’s see if we can keep the thread in order today, by following a couple simple rules:

1. Please don’t drop the lyrics to a whole song. No more than one verse!

2. Please stay in order…. Buckshot, then Sean Price, then Buckshot, etc. If you want to drop a Sean Price verse, wait until someone has dropped a Buckshot one. The idea is to go back and forth. It’s possible that more than one person may be trying to drop a verse at one time… we’ll just keep moving on.

I’ll start this thread off with a verse from Sean Price:

“You can say what you want, just spell my
First name Sean, last name Price
N****z I’m David Ruffin in the flesh
Fucked up in the game, but never the less, I’m the best, yo
N****z be rhymin’ bout nothing
I rhyme about nothing, and sound like something
I used to sell crack and listen to Redman
Now I smoke black, while I’m gettin’ some head, damn
Sean Price, almost broker than most
That’s why the gunsmoke chokin’ ya throat, stick ‘em up
Put ya hands where my eyes can see
Yo, this ain’t Busta Rhymes, bong, bust a nine
Bong, roughest and toughest, so don’t fuck with mine
I will, snuff ‘em and cut ‘em, before he fuck with mine, yo”

-Sean Price, “Boom Bye Yeah”

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http://rareandclassichiphopsingles.blogspot.com Decapitatah

“Look inside of the mind and see
Original heads check 1, 2, 3
Light em up, Hawaiian cess bless my mind
Now I kick rhyme
For the nickel nine
Take a sip a wine
But E&J make a nigga laid
Figure I stayed to the blunts saved the liquor for my bigga day
I represent the original head
Killing the original dead
Boo yaa! that’s my nigga Dred
Blowing the spot, Blaaw!!!
Fuck a philly, Five got the dutch, Buckshot got the Colin Powell
Check my dialect from my diaphragm
You got your nine by your waistline and
Me and my niggas don’t give a damn
We got the Bucktown Boot Camp attitude kill a man
Timberland make me general
Roughneck wild
Big em up now
Bob Marley style
Cheek & Chong style
Like the bongstyle
That’s light at night puffin’ the L by the grip and now
I smoke so much Li I hallucinate
Ill visions in my head
Everybody must dead”

Black Moon – Reality
Jigsaw

“Blood Runs Cold” Sean Price, by Jedi Mind Trick

Yeah first of all don’t make me burst and brawl
Image is nothin you frontin see the thirst in ya’ll
Think its fucked up now it get worst for ya’ll
Assassinate your best friend now I hurt you Par
Run up on your block wit dough and I curse you all
The fuck out you wonder what duke would squirt you for
Since birth I been raw hot like surface core
Kidnap your baby’s mom straight earth the whore
See I do rhyme and crime so I can purchase more
If you ain’t in it for that what the purpose for
Act like you don’t give a fuck though
Good so I buck four shots through the roof
and my man Ruck catch you up close
Never give a fuck about niggas ya’ll not Nutso
Hyped off carbonated water and some fructose
Straight buck foes when the nigga Ruck pull the snub nose
Wait Ruck chill, what the deal its all love though
Look into my eyes and you can tell that somethings changed
Runnin gunnin things, socking niggas out like Clubber Lang
With the gun I bring its straight for beatin you down
Heatin you down leavin you six feet deep in the ground
http://kevinnottingham.com Justin

If you look at reality, I bet you can’t see what I can see
What could you see Buck, another duck
Gettin paid off the bullshit, what the fuck
Now, you can keep the ball if you want
But I’m gonna fight for the right in the name of the blunt
Hip-hop rules, can’t nobody touch the flavor
Brotha, word to motha, tell your neighbor
That we do whatever we gotta do
God bless the budda cess and my whole crew
One thing I hate see fuck a hand
You and your crew bite my style and you play Teddy Rucker man
Timberland on the upper hand
See the future plan is to be the man on the mic, huh
I see for now I got to demonstrate
Hey, hold your head back and feel the weight, remember this?

Buckshot, Black Moon’s “Two Turntables & a Mic”
T.E.X.A.Z.

Timberland boots I got stomp out your grill
Sean Price, the nicest nigga in Brownsville
Word bond, y’all niggaz can’t rap worth a damn
The nine burst blam and earthslam your fam
Word to mother, my shit raw dog like fuck rubbers
Motherfuck literally, I fuck mothers
2006 I got a new bag of tricks
Boot Camp, J. League, new improved rappin shit
I’m a certified, fortified, forty five holder
Been like that way before Eshkoshkah
We the best in the in dus try
We the worst when we in the-streets
Got a verse nigga where’s the beef?
Burger rappers screamin “Where’s the beef”
You’re soft, get lost, ‘fore you scream where’s your teeth
The beat is smooth, the rap is hard
Just the way I like it bless the mic of the God
It’s violent

-Sean Price
“Violent”
Jesus Price Supastar
skeme

THE CROOKLYN DOGERS
“crooklyn”

I’m feeling another part of reality
Hit me when i represent the f.a.p.
Straight from the ‘ville
Tilden played the building
I mean literally
When i say i make a killing
For my cypher
See, i’m finning to bust a piper
Original heads represent
The brooklyn all nighter
Do or die
I’m saying it’s you and i
Bring your click so we can get
Stone like family sly
Peace to c.i. and the bush
Might even see ruck
And the rock giving the push
skeme

*DODGERS
Esoteric

Sean Price:]
Aiyyo think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it… don’t waste your time
I raise the nine, never give you bozos love
Omar from The Wire, youse a homo thug
Use your head for more than a hat rack
‘fore I choose to use the lead to fuck up your hat rack
Peep the knapsack backpack vibe
Used to ride the Amtrak with a knapsack with crack inside
Back to the rhyme, listen pah, Ruck in the place
Not the deep voiced dude with the cut on his face
I love Allah but I act Christian
Mix a lot then I’m back pitchin like I got the facts fizzin
The whack rendition of rap you spittin
makes me wanna clap but I can’t go back to prison
Black people unite, let’s all get down
‘Fore I slap people tonight, with the long trey pound
You better…

Aiyyo stop look and listen
We smoke pot plus we cook crack in the kitchen
The weed is green, the paper’s brown
The coke is white, youse a bitch and so is your wife
Straight hell is what I give a brother
Smacked a cracker callin Dru Ha a nigga lover
You just mad Buck and Dru won’t fuck with you
You like “Fuck Duck Down~!” Nah pah, fuck you
I’m not an artist, I’m the President
Gimme the word I’ll set fire to your resident
It’s evident by the way that I act, way that I move
Sean Price ain’t a kid that can act, nothin to prove, BONK
Choose to lose, I choose to win
One hand hit the rib the other bruise the chin
I remember when DJ’s would check for a record
Now these niggaz want a check for a record
Motherfuckers better…

You better stop, and think about watcha’ doin’
Esoteric

Buckshot “Slave” from Enta Da Stage

I’m gettin the ahh, I’m gettin the ahh from the
weak shit that I hear no lyrical styles come near
to the one who boasts like Buck
On the mic truck, cuz I never gave a fuck
I hate the weak shit, man it be fuckin with my soul
I peeped how radio be trying to take control
Tellin me to get a little lighter on my lyrics
But if it ain’t real on the mic I can’t feel it
Straight from my bloodstream, I pump finesse
Nevertheless, hold it in your chest like stress
Rhythm and blues style is not in my environment
And when I “slowww dowwwn” it’s time to take a hit
But until I fall off, call off your set
and if you never knew me, then you never knew wreck
Look inside of the mind and see
Cause you might be trapped with a nigga like me
I feel like I’m trapped in the motherfuckin cave
To the rhythm I’m a slave, lookin in my grave
Jugulur vein bustin out my neck, you see the rage
I move when I groove cuz I’m into, the stage
of the Buckshot, black, I’m bringin it back
to the roots, like Timberland boots, home on my rack
And I don’t give a FUCK what you say
Commercial rap, get the gun clap, day after day
Niggaz don’t play on the d low, kid you know my steelo
I roll on more niggaz than cee-lo
We might just bumrush your set
Me AND my niggaz on the real mic check
Like my nigga Smif gettin swift on the gift
Then I toss another lesson to my nigga Wessun
And my nigga Five from the tribe of Moon
Pass the Crooked I, bitch yo pass the boom
Whenever you’re ready I’ma take you into the stage
Deep in the mind of a slave
Esoteric

[Sean Price]
Yo, right now, I’m in the I don’t give a fuck mood
Fuck you, courtesy of Ravishing Ruck Rude
Any nigga I fought, owed me money
Said some wild shit about me, bout to hold these dummies
Word to my mother, thug a thug nigga the fuck out
Smack taste out your face, this is what Ruck bout
Fuck is you bout pa, better be out, pa
Nigga thought about it, left like southpaw
Pay attention to my sobriety
One drink and I’m thinking like Menace II Society
Have niggas pray that nigga, a-racks nigga
Getaway clean Al Green eight-track nigga
So so flows and bozo hoes
I kill ‘em all for free like a promo show
My flow is so cold, ho blow ya nose
Soul in the hole, you bowling, catch a hole in your sole, bong!

Yo, I’m the illest nigga that you heard thus far
Worldwide coverage like Russ Pa
Two man wrecking machine, wreck your regime
Grab the, sket from my jean, duke and wet up your team
Listen, I’m the best at it, take a rest, faggot
In the twelve step program, you a meth addict
I be the new chief of the ‘Ville
With a gun that’ll blow stew beef out your grill, P

Freestyle Friday: Buckshot vs. Sean Price

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