Cyanide Poetry - 9th Prince/Thea/Killah Priest
Yeah yo yo yo
Welcome to concrete jungle
Where weakstumble
But the player don't fumble
Staten Islandlike to rumble
Up in Keisha's party from A Tribe Called Quest
RZA introduced me as his guest
I met Nia Long kissed her on her hand
Then chill fell back in my B-Boy stance
That's artificial
Get smacked in the face with pistols
I explode like missiles
Racing at the speed of light it gets critical
Turning genocidal
God himself makes his arrival
With a bulletproof bible
The lost children of Israel
You know about survival
Catching bullets with my teeth
Walk across mud and with bronze feet
The black Iron Sheik I bring raw heat to the streets
Ya'll weakincomplete
The 9th Prince muthaf**ka ain't nothing sweet
Aiyo I'm tired of ya'll wack rappers
Acting like you gun clappers
I'm like Moses I'm like Jesus
I'm like Farrakhan fighting against Genghis Khan
With a sword and shield on my arm
Word is bond word is bond word is bond
Word is bond it's on
Aiyo I'm tired of ya'll wack rappers
Acting like you gun clappers
I'm like Moses I'm like Jesus
I'm like Farrakhan fighting against Genghis Khan
With a sword and shield on my arm
Word is bond word is bond word is bond
Word is bond it's on
Yo 9th they don't know about war
Lyrical combat
Our tongues were swords
Rhyming warfare on and off air
For the parks lobbies and stores
All they know about is folklore
My lyrical ghost hand will
Reach out and choke all of ya'll
MC's is body even your man can get broke off
Names on murals inside my brain stained walls
I reign imperial rappers circle
The drain of hip hop floors
If I wasn't taking your heart out
I would somewhat write
And try to put bars in clouds
My skull holds twenty three brains
So a piece of me ask questions
While another piece of me explains
Fourteen pieces speak on God plane
While the other fourteen leaves MC's flame
Red rain black blood tracks of mud
Leads to the hideout my dry mouth
From all my killings MC villain
The superhero Mr Evil bullets through pillows
Red feathers stuck in carpets slain artists
Black Market train the hardest
They don't know about the celestial
Body with seven hearts
Each of them different colors
Black for rappers I smothered
Gold for the raps my tongue throw
And rainbows for all the spit my flame goes
Your brain slows my saliva is
My mouth is a volcano
One bullet I aim blow Killah Priest the angel
Anglosaxin when I'm rapping
Aiyo I'm tired of ya'll wack rappers
Acting like you gun clappers
I'm like Moses I'm like Jesus
I'm like Farrakhan fighting against Genghis Khan
With a sword and shield on my arm
Word is bond word is bond word is bond
Word is bond it's on
Aiyo I'm tired of ya'll wack rappers
Acting like you gun clappers
I'm like Moses I'm like Jesus
I'm like Farrakhan fighting against Genghis Khan
With a sword and shield on my arm
Word is bond word is bond word is bond
Word is bond it's on
Aiyo I'm tired of ya'll wack rappers
Acting like you gun clappers
I'm like Moses I'm like Jesus
I'm like Farrakhan fighting against Genghis Khan
With a sword and shield on my arm
Word is bond word is bond word is bond
Word is bond it's on
Aiyo I'm tired of ya'll wack rappers
Acting like you gun clappers
I'm like Moses I'm like Jesus
I'm like Farrakhan fighting against Genghis Khan
With a sword and shield on my arm
Word is bond word is bond word is bond
Word is bond it's on
