9th Prince - Industry Grave Digga lyrics

[Intro: 9th Prince] One-two, one-two What the f** 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 n***as living in the projects with sharp objects I take my respect, so Protect Ya f**ing 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 n***as slap me five cuz I'm no jive All my k**a 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 [Hook 2X: 9th Prince] Aiyo, f** these rap n***as, I spit bars at these rap n***as 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 n***as claiming they emperial Serial k**a, turn n***as 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 k**a 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 n***as 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 [Hook 2X]