[Intro: 9th Prince] One-two, one-two What the fuck you wanna do?
[9th Prince] All haters get cut in they face with razors It's just a friendly game of baseball And I'm striking out all playas Sharpen my sword, sharpen my pen Sharpen my blade, again and again Niggas living in the projects with sharp objects I take my respect, so Protect Ya fucking Neck I'm too live, with ya baby mama getting head across the Harlem River Drive Never take a dive when it's time to survive Niggas slap me five cuz I'm no jive All my Killa Beez living out of beehives I'm automatic like a .45, taking lives Yeah, we living in a culture with vulture Carrying toasters in the holsters, pulling out on posers I guess they suppose to, I started out rhyming in the parks like Rosa
[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince] Aiyo, fuck these rap niggas, I spit bars at these rap niggas For the new millennium, 9th Prince flow sicker I do this for rhyme spitters, and heavy hitters The Industry Grave Digga
[9th Prince] Aiyo, smooth criminal, my message never subliminal Always direct and effect, while niggas claiming they emperial Serial killa, turn niggas into zombies like Michael Jackson Thriller I'm on my grind, you move too slow, like turtles and caterpillas I'm moving through your hood like a ninja Yeah, the grand finale, build with the Gods at the rally Where's all my West Coast Killa Beez? I'm going back to Cali, lick off shots at Bill O'Reilly Fly like Nike Airs, whenever I go to war I come prepared Deaf in my left year, but still sincere About my career, live without fears And giving niggas cold stares, Nature Boy like Ric Flair Born to gamble, natural born gambler Knock off competitors, wrestle with alligators And choke lions, like a wrestler
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[9th Prince] All haters get cut in they face with razors It's just a friendly game of baseball And I'm striking out all playas Sharpen my sword, sharpen my pen Sharpen my blade, again and again Niggas living in the projects with sharp objects I take my respect, so Protect Ya fucking Neck I'm too live, with ya baby mama getting head across the Harlem River Drive Never take a dive when it's time to survive Niggas slap me five cuz I'm no jive All my Killa Beez living out of beehives I'm automatic like a .45, taking lives Yeah, we living in a culture with vulture Carrying toasters in the holsters, pulling out on posers I guess they suppose to, I started out rhyming in the parks like Rosa
[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince] Aiyo, fuck these rap niggas, I spit bars at these rap niggas For the new millennium, 9th Prince flow sicker I do this for rhyme spitters, and heavy hitters The Industry Grave Digga
[9th Prince] Aiyo, smooth criminal, my message never subliminal Always direct and effect, while niggas claiming they emperial Serial killa, turn niggas into zombies like Michael Jackson Thriller I'm on my grind, you move too slow, like turtles and caterpillas I'm moving through your hood like a ninja Yeah, the grand finale, build with the Gods at the rally Where's all my West Coast Killa Beez? I'm going back to Cali, lick off shots at Bill O'Reilly Fly like Nike Airs, whenever I go to war I come prepared Deaf in my left year, but still sincere About my career, live without fears And giving niggas cold stares, Nature Boy like Ric Flair Born to gamble, natural born gambler Knock off competitors, wrestle with alligators And choke lions, like a wrestler
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