***LYRICS:
Flows so hot ain’t got no air conditionin’. You be wishi- nin’ for the Ward to dishinin’. You be listenin’ to me trippin’ on my syllables, sippin’ spillables, and collectin’ on my billables. Inimitable, use the word to describe me. Winnin’ wittable, that’s the way I win the prize, G. Rise ye to the new occasion. I see you do the crew persuasion. What’s the abrasion about the sound that the ‘causian is takin’ downtown? When I come around, the party gets liver. I buy my friends a round and then
I tip the girl a fiver. You’ve gotta go big or why bother goin’? Make a million dollars off the knowledge you be knowin’! If the people ain’t growin’ when they hear your song then stop! You’ve got it all wrong! Have you heard about the Sean Ward thang? Just listen to him. You’ll surely be amazed! Big fun to be had by everyone! So slow your roll. The rhyme ain’t done! When the lights come on and fill the place, I look from the stage to see the smiles on your face. And there’s no disgrace in takin’ what you want so I set my stylofied funkster stomp and I come through on a bright sunny day, bringing madd rhymes that make you want to say “Hey!” This hear’s the way! The new style of feelin’ that I learned on the street back when I was gettin’ by dealin’. Never stoop to stealin’, that ain’t right! I’m all about the attitude to make the futre bright. And if you want to keep your style flash, fresh on the scene, you gotta keep the big Vs comin’. Know what I mean? And if you wanna spark the fire down deep in your soul and let the whole world know that y’all in control, take a look at me know! I’m in your stereo! And if you wan- na do the same, you gotta peep your scenario. Have you heard about the Sean Ward thang? Just listen to him. You’ll surely be amazed! Big fun to be had by everyone so slow your roll. The rhyme ain’t done! Have you heard about the Sean Ward thang? Just listen to him. You’ll surely be amazed! Big fun to be had by everyone so slow your roll. The rhyme ain’t done! When on the stage, you know I aim to please. If you ain’t shakin’ your ass, it’s ‘cuz you’re weak in the knees. And there’s a thing or two that I would like you to know about the mysterious power that makes my rhymes go. It ain’t about a outlet that you see on the wall, nor the extension cord that runs along the hall. It ain’t a thing that takes diesel or gasoline. It can’t be helped by ginseng nor caffeine. Is it the way that I dress to the nines? Or the way I send a tingle up the back of the spine? Maybe something more, maybe a little bit deeper? “Slow down on the weed, Sean. You know this one’s a creeper!” No! That’s not the snwer to the secret that I’m talkin’. You might find the truth to be a little more shocking that anything that you could ever wish to do, it’s all in your hands. You’ve just got to see it through.