***LYRICS:
I wear my good boots when it’s nice ‘cuz I don’t want to take ‘em out when the streets is ice and I don’t want to fuck ‘em up because they cost some dough. Every- body pay attention to the Sean Ward show! Yo, listen to how I rock! Check out how I roll! There ain’t an- other like me when I’m in control. They done busted the mold after I got made. I spend most of my time bein’ well behaved, but every now and then I might cut loose. Hit the night club dance floor and shake my caboose. You know a deuce is two, that’s one for you and for me. But with the size of me ego, that’s a party of three! Now, that’s just a little bit of self depreca- tion designed to let you all know across the nation that the reason why I’m up in here is havin’ fun, and a little bit about the way I get things done. You know I fuck sum’n up. That’s the word. Fuck sum’n up, that’s all you heard. Fuck sum’n up. Feel my flow. Fuck sum’n up. Watch me go. Wicked with the rap, in fact it’s ‘bout that when MCs go “splat” from the rat-a-tat-tat. I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout the bullets, just the rhythm of the words. I bounce with the beat like the girlies whip the curves. See, I don’t want to be the one to hip you how it’s gotta be, but S-E-A-N-W will take you through an odyssey and it be me you mention for your moments of the year. I break new ground and I shout “All clear!” You might say I’m dope, but that goes without sayin’. Rippin’ ev- ery microphone I see with no delayin’ and the talent I’m displayin’ leaves you sayin’ “He’s the greatest!” If you weren’t at the show, then you ain’t heard the lat- est. But if you were the one screamin’ from the back (you bought my CD and my shirt so I could count my stack), maybe by the next verse I’ll see you down the front? Let me tell you all about it if I may be blunt! You know I fuck sum’n up! That’s the word. Fuck sum’n up, that’s all you heard. Fuck sum’n up. Feel my flow! Fuck sum’n up. Watch me go. Get out of bed about a quarter to noon, feelin’ the fever. I think it’s gonna be soon that I step up to wreck up the microphone. I’ve even got the dopest party when I’m all alone. And I’ll be tellin’ you quick that you could hear me ‘cuz ain’t no other MC can come near me me and when I’m on, it’s all for the better. Every rhyme I write is a love letter to the people that come to my shows and you know that the prose that I chose the throw in the flows is those that get the ho’s. That’s the way that it goes. And is there one more rhyme? “Who knows?” The only thing I have is an itch and a scratch to keep the business all in order and be countin’ my cash and as I make the dash and you catch what kind of joke I’m on, I rhyme so fast you ask what kind of coke I’m on.
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