Falling Down - Originators lyrics

[Intro: 9th Prince] Yoaw! Whattup This right here, is an explosion For all the radio stations Across United Nations, United States Word up, turn this up right here Aiyyoaw, aiyyoaw [Verse 1: 9th Prince] Originators we came, gladiators, God-body regulators We're street educators I was born through the womb, of Emagene Hamlin She's the creator of the Terminator - 9th Prince, rhyme slayer Stayed in ten housing projects, razors, machine gun blazes At'cha neighbors - Jamaican rum, no chaser Number one contender, we can busts guns after dinner Last man standin, he's the winner Ghetto prime minister, Desert Storm ski-mask avengers We move like ninjas in the winter Brown-skin Adonis, slugs to the stomach, blood gush like Ramic Mad man's bionic, check the weather climate Strike like lightning, terrorists Islamic A ghetto superhero, like Marvel Comics Vertical limits, fresh notebooks I write anthems to crooks image Cross the lines of scrimmage - I shoot you in your temple And leave your face shattered with dimples k**a-Arm could never be so simple Cross my heart, I won't die 'til your a** is crippled In a wheelchair, knee-cap raps, flashbacks to digital, warfare... [Interlude: 9th Prince] Word up, I wanna say what up To everybody who copped that first and second album Word up, y'all real troops out there, Yo.. aight? [Verse 2: 9th Prince] Aiyo, my lions run through club Cheetah, with rusty heaters That blast like lyrical heat-seekers through the speakers Non-believers are deceivers - through the media Lyrics try to teach ya, or walk through Harlem like Black Caesar Razor blade, stashed inside the sole of my sneaker Ill graphics, far from a savage The streets is wicked like Halloween havoc Little children with automatics Imagine babies drive-by's in the cabbage Rappers is like Peter Pan Or built like Sandman on the desert lands I'm from Shaolin, my sword is a mic stand You should slow ya glance, 9th Prince is in command Of the stage, my heart pumps rage Like a jungle lion, trapped inside a cage I free slaves, through the airwaves of Hot 97 airplay All my real soldiers, wave ya AK's and hand grenades [talking] Word the f** up, the 9th Prizm The new millennium, peace and blessings to all five boroughs Brooklyn, Manhattan, Staten, word up Queens, ya know, Long Island.. Upstate, Connecticut, the whole tri-state.. New Jers'.. peace and blessings to k**a-Arm We armed and dangerous, for real The new millennium, get ready.. One love, two loves, three loves...