Buckshot & Sean Price – The Feeling (Prod. by 9th Wonder & Dan The Man)

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license to kill, get the fuck from around me,
Jim Brown mustache, fro like Roundtree
surround sound my 8-track is Delfonic,
laid back like a nigga just inhaled chronic

This shit is crazy. Off the soundtrack to the film Black Dynamite.

Buckshot & Sean Price – The Feeling (Prod. by 9th Wonder & Dan The Man)

Previously: Sean Price – Top Rank


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22 Responses to “Buckshot & Sean Price – The Feeling (Prod. by 9th Wonder & Dan The Man)”

  1. Tong Po Flo Says:

    *Makes woof sound like Sean P*

  2. Duro Says:

    only at the party for 15 minutes and that shit got shutdown

    One big L for the chi today

  3. Buckshot & Sean Price – The Feeling | OnSMASH Says:

    […] Here goes a new track from Duck Down label mates Buckshot and Sean Price with “The Feeling” which is set to appear on the Black Dynamite OST. Shout out to Nah Right. […]

  4. verses Says:

    P! yo good looks eskay

  5. Nic Nash Says:

    YO PuHEEE!! Sean Price man!…Wut can I say

  6. Buckshot x Sean Price – The Feeling « You Heard That New Says:

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  7. AmpGeez a.k.a I'm A Jerk Says:

    Why I Hate Women by Al Goldstein

    A woman’s ability to draw us into a world of death and hell is not unlike the Venus’s-flytrap that lures and captures flies. In the same way the grizzly bear is drawn to honey and the great white shark is drawn to human flesh, men are but clay that women can mold into any shape they want. This is something I cannot stand. Women are the ultimate puppeteers, and men are the Pinocchios of the world.

    It is because of this that I hate most women. I also hate their arrogance, their desire to show every part of their anatomy to entice us, their erratic moods, their periods, their need to ridicule the male and their general drive to castrate, critique and control us.

    That said, when I go down on a woman—which I have been doing for 56 years—I always have the same game plan. I close my eyes because I do not want to look at the vile, jagged hunks of flesh that protrude out of her hole. Any orifice of the human body that has the temerity to be on a calendar schedule and bleed monthly is no different from prostate cancer or toes afflicted with athlete’s foot. Pussy is akin to a stinking armpit, so I close my eyes to avoid seeing a gaping, hair-filled opening.

    I despise women because when trying to give one an orgasm, it’s like climbing Mount Everest. Her clit plays hide-and-seek with your tongue, and your attempt to get her off is like being in a war zone, dodging the friendly fire of a tired jaw and pubic hair in your teeth. Compared to her pussy, her ass should be condemned to the ninth circle of hell. Her mouth is usually filled with yesterday’s food and the many bacteria that have set up colonies there. The only real value for her piehole is to receive the offering of your cock and to splatter the inside of her larynx with your cum. If you look carefully down a woman’s throat, you will see a little village of life with accordion players and a miniature Disneyland.

    Women are not completely to blame. We, as men, carry some responsibility too. Men are in desperate need of pussy based on our genetic makeup. We are witless, mindless and merely a product of biology. Our cocks are like boats in a storm seeking a safe harbor of warm slit. Women who have the depth and sensitivity of a pincushion take advantage of the man’s weakness, need and drive. This is merely an illusion and proves how wonderful women are at creating magic. Magicians use apparatus to create illusion. Women use sexual apparatus to ensnare us. I hate them because of their machinations and their very success in manipulating me to further their own selfish ends.

    Why would I have married and given them all my money and homes were it not for my fantasy that they would make me happy, care for me and fulfill my needs? Was that ten-second ejaculation and 50-second blowjob worth the price I paid with my worldly riches?

    Women do not need us as much because to them we are mere figments of their imagination. We are like a plaything that they want to strip bare before moving on. They do not take us seriously and only value our possessions. Look at me now—no money and no sex.

    Another reason for my hatred is arguments. Men argue to make a point, whereas a woman argues to retain her power and mastery of his libido. The pussy that produced us is the same hole that owns us. A smart male baby would stay inside the womb and enjoy the warmth and security that it offers. But the male deludes himself, caveman that he is, and seeks to slay dinosaurs while discovering and conquering new worlds. And to do this, he leaves the mother’s pussy.

    The real reason I hate women is if you look between their legs, you don’t see a masculine and virile edifice. What you see is something that looks like the bloody wound from an ax. The woman’s hatred for us is wrapped around her penis envy and her desire to be us. The woman is incomplete and filled with the jealously of man’s ability to lose himself in a football game.

    All of my ex-wives and ex-girlfriends have been imbeciles and predators. They are the reason for my lot in life right now and the philosophies that I spew.

    One wife was decades younger than me and had the brains of a tadpole. She was the worst cocksucker I ever had, although I did give her a few orgasms when I licked her clit. She was drawn to my power and sexual prowess, but when I went bankrupt, she abandoned me like weeds.

    Another wife was an Irish cleaning woman. She stalked me on my TV show and was turned on by my fame. (Details of all these experiences, by the way, can be found in my autobiography—I, Goldstein—in stores now.) Although she blew me before the marriage, I suspect she was a lesbian. After the ceremony, we never had sex again. She got almost a million dollars.

    The mother of my son was a schoolteacher who hated me because I was a pornographer—a philosophy she imparted to my son. She got several million dollars.

    Wife two was a Pan Am flight attendant who was a class act and deserved better than the likes of me.

    At age 27 I embarked on my Columbus-like voyage of hatred toward women with a cowlike, deformed quasi-human. Our three-year relationship was like a trip on the Titanic. When we fucked, her gigantic boobs crushed my head, which I did not like. I am not a boob man.

    A recent example of my hatred and repulsion toward women takes place in my book, and it is about a woman named Venus, a high-priced call girl who worked for Heidi Fleiss. She was drop-dead gorgeous, started hooking at age 18 and could earn four to ten thousand dollars a week. Her greatest gift to me was that she would blow me for free on my birthday. I loved every crack and fold in her body, except that her tits were too big. Like she did with everything else in her life, she got carried away with implants.

    When Ron Jeremy told her that I had written about her in my book and blog, she freaked out and called me. Venus screamed at me for revealing that she was a hooker, even though I didn’t mention her real name. I tried to explain that as a journalist, the truth means something and that a newsman either betrays his friends or himself. I made nothing up about her, but was merely a mirror reflecting her life as best as I could. Venus may be ashamed of selling sex for money, but she is like every wife in America who willingly trades her body for a home and comfortable life.

    You have read all of my words of bile toward the deadly female of the species. But why have I not become a faggot and abandoned these hairy collections of refuse? I have always argued that it takes a real man to suck cock, so why do I even frequent the company of women? Having children is a minimal use of their womb, because they may have Frankenstein-like offspring.

    But occasionally, one runs into a woman who is like a goddess. For me, that woman was a B-movie scream queen with petite toes, lovely breasts, delectable ass. Her scrumptious pussy made her far more desirable than any man could hope to be. Our relationship was predicated on honesty. On our first date, at my Los Angeles apartment, I gave her $200. And being a good Jew, I negotiated a better deal while we were engaged. My first load was $200, but if I could come more than that, I paid only $100 per shot. There was total honesty and integrity in the relationship. I always got to pop some sperm; she’d swallow every drop and thank me for my delicious Jew juice. And she got what she wanted—cash.

    There is a famous parable about a scorpion riding a frog during a flood. In the middle of the flood the scorpion stings the frog, and they both drown. Before the frog dies, it croaks, “You fool, now both of us will die!” And the scorpion says, “I could not help myself; it is in my nature.” It is in a woman’s nature to crush, kill and destroy. It is also in my nature to hate. It’s a perfect match, really.

  8. mie Says:

    oh my god – sean price is insane

  9. Asparaghost Says:

    Buckshot from the bCC

    P!

  10. Asparaghost Says:

    that movie gon be dead ass funny

  11. Mr. trapstar trap bars all trap everything Says:

    PATREEZIED!

    I figured it out!

    Hip Hop music is WYLE fickle right now and everyone is clonin!

    where have I been?

    I feel violated!

    *hugs drunken self*

  12. Buckshot & Sean Price – The Feeling | BeatsOnLockBlog Says:

    […] Here goes a new track from Duck Down label mates Buckshot and Sean Price with “The Feeling” which is set to appear on the Black Dynamite OST. Shout out to Nah Right. […]

  13. D_Block_4_Life Says:

    Saturday classes are overrated.

  14. D_Block_4_Life Says:

    Niggas love this nigga Sean P…nh….

  15. NovemberEnd aka What Do You Mean Teenager What Age Are We Talking About Says:

    SEAN P!

  16. Buckshot & Sean Price - The Feeling (Prod. 9th Wonder & Dan The Man) | ImFlashy - Online Magazine for Urban Music, Sneakers, Fashion, Streetwear and Lifestyle Says:

    […] Buckshot and Sean Price link up with 9th Wonder and Dan The Man for this track. You can find it on the soundtrack for Black Dynamite which hits movie theaters on October 16th. Shouts to nahright. […]

  17. chronwell Says:

    Venus may be ashamed of selling sex for money, but she is like every wife in America who willingly trades her body for a home and comfortable life.
    @Amp, Al Goldstein has plenty good points.

  18. sean price Says:

    i dont like this shit buckshot is ok
    sean is a asshole
    fuck duckdown
    fuckdown records

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  20. Just Dizle Says:

    i think eskay is sean price’s biggest fans, i rarely see him quote other rappers

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    […] Here goes a new track from Duck Down label mates Buckshot and Sean Price with “The Feeling” which is set to appear on the Black Dynamite OST. Shout out to Nah Right. […]

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