[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
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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
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