[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...