Whatcha gonna do We've swept this place
You've got nothing nothing but your bloody knives
And your fancy karate gimmicks we have guns
No what you have are bullets
And the hope that when your guns are empty
I'm no longer standing
Because if I am
You'll all be dead before you've reloaded
That's impossible Kill him
Yeah yeah yeah you know what it is yo
Aiyo staring at the blank piece of paper
Thinking how can I express my anger
First of all any jail time is hard labor
If I blow my baby moms probably catch the vapors
I stand tall as a skyscraper
Head in the cloud like Air Force lasers on Riker's Island
Niggas playing tag with razors police gunning
I run it like the Portland Trail Blazers
But this ain't full court
It's more like verbal bloodsport
Dope fiends coming up short
A few lines in my notebook I write like I snort
But I don't get high on my own supply
Transport us when they transport
Killarm' gun report
Vocabulary falling out my mouth piece
My wisdom is deep
Like Malcolm X when he speakers
Four door bulletproof jeep
So when I creep through these dark streets
I leave niggas flat like slow leaks
Check that lyrical disaster 9th Prince will mash ya
With that four-four automatic
Niggas don't want static yeah yeah
Yeah what what what
Yeah you don't want no static n***a
Check that lyrical disaster 9th Prince will blast ya
With that four-four automatic
Niggas don't want static yeah yeah
Yeah what what what
Yeah you don't want no static n***a
Aiyo I speak from old school days
Of gangstas with gold teeth
Jewel thieves corporate thugs
Killas who put hands on former colleagues
Run up in your crib
Put these hollow heads in your seeds
Iced out stop watch I'm bringing 'em back
Time is moving fast
It's eleventh song waving a mack
I sleep hazardous
With the AK-47 underneath my mattress
Me and my Killarm'
We gang bang models and actresses
The black James Bond living lavish
My vision is clear like daytime skylines
Cock it back I watch the rhyme blast like a nine
My bars is bullets pulvarize your spine
Caught up in the midst of crime I had to do time
Back to the situation with the God U Nation
Bust my gun on the devil's plantation
I'm a one time felon put four in your melon
Leave your head swelling
Now the hood call you Big Head Melvin
Criticize my life I have niggas kidnap your babies
While I'm raping
Your wife aight
Check that lyrical disaster 9th Prince will mash ya
With that four-four automatic
Niggas don't want static yeah yeah
Yeah what what what
Yeah you don't want no static n***a
Check that lyrical disaster 9th Prince will blast ya
With that four-four automatic
Niggas don't want static yeah yeah
Yeah what what what
Yeah you don't want no static n***a
This is a global warming
My rhyme rain acid rain whenever I'm brainstorming
Niggas be calling me the Transformer
Because I be transforming
To the planet of stars pretty bitches and fly cars
Freeing people from behind bars
I was sent by Allah don't get it twisted
Your face will get scarred
You will remember me the rest of your life
I dig deep into your soul
Like being cut by a sharp knife
All I do is meditate
All my life I had to set a n***a straight no debate
Feel the hate 9th Prince the God so keep your faith
Shopping rocks on plates supply the tri-state
New York demonstrate on how I illustrate
Stacking up G's the size of wedding cakes
Check that lyrical disaster 9th Prince will mash ya
With that four-four automatic
Niggas don't want static yeah yeah
Yeah what what what
Yeah you don't want no static n***a
Check that lyrical disaster
9th Prince will blast ya
With that four-four automatic
Niggas don't want static yeah yeah
Yeah what what what
Yeah you don't want no static n***a
