Rob Lewis - Any Emcee lyrics

"Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm" -> Rakim * repeat 8X * [Nine] Rat-a-tat-tat, it's the nappy black cat with no hat Back to chat like Super Cat with my format black Attack a track like Ali with no gloves p**y shoved to rise above nonsense, lyrics are able Turntable spins, round and round we go Goin for delf, you know, dolo, with a ill flow yo! "Whutcha want Nine?" Told you, fat beats like this A pocket full of grip, mic in my fist, no bullsh** I'm all that and then some, hon blow up like a shotgun Any MC that disagree is done, you best run I creep and I crawl and I yes and I y'all And I refuse to fall, so all in all The God works hard, I practice my verbal gymnastics To get your girl on my mattress I love to hit it hard from the back I'm the man with the plan you can't disagree with that "Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm" -> Rakim * repeat 8X * [Nine] The last MC to disagree is now history No longer an MC, he is now PC I'm real and real MC's know that Only fake MC's disagree, that's why they wack! I do em somethin terrible, I'm incredible Like the edible egg, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head Who's the dread that said BOOM DA DA? It's flavor it don't matter, swing batta, swing batta Knock em out the park, after dark I spark L's Write rhymes to exercise my brain cells, count the cash in my stash Cash money money money -- I need I got a seed to feed and like most a touch of greed Gettin paid completes the cypher Bein broke is like havin no blunts, just a lighter It's about the dead prez in the 9's And I am the Nine, gettin mine, no crime * DJ cuts and scratches the Rakim sample * "Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm" -> Rakim * repeat 4X * [Nine] I came a long way like Virginia Slims From beatdown Timbs to co-op cribs and Jeeps with rims From fo' chicken wings and rice To lobster with champagne, no ice now everything is lovely A-IGHT? Nuttin can stop me now, I'm on the prowl You can play the Indian but there's no HOW I'm the one and only incredible original Nine Like the sun will shine, I will always rhyme Like Pam Grier is fine, I gets mine like two nickels Is a dime, primetime like a new crime The church bells will chime when I stand at the pulpit And like Erick give a Sermon, mad money I'm earnin Remember, the saint ain't as great as the sinner Like C. Boogie Brown I was born on the 19th day of September NINE!!!!!! The number one contender! "Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arm" -> Rakim * repeat 8X *