9th Prince feat. Shyheim - Young Godz Pt. 2

Oh shit, 9th Prince, Granddaddy Flow
Nigga, ain't been on a track with you since the Young Godz
Now we the Young Godz

[Shyheim]
I burn more niggas rapping, then CD duplicators
Hustler, put that paper together like staplers
There is no competition, hustlers and musicians
Witnessing Bottom Up, is eating more than a kitchen
I don't give niggas fishes, I make niggas fishermen
Businessmen, hitmen, that's not to be mentioned
And my team, we be, moving like a government
And all my allies, keep it on some other shit
Every city I go, I got a gunning bitch
Shoot it out with police, I ain't trying to max bitch
This just the way I live, not on no rap shit
From stiches, rip niggas so bad, they need patches
Make 'em feel so small, I can put it in baggies
Like, honey, I done shrunk these little bastards
Scared them with my words, I ain't have to pull a ratchet
Cuz I can make a classic like the Dr. J hook shot
Wait, I can make a classic like the MJ swish shot
Niggas, say that I'm pussy, niggas be like "Yo, what Shy?"
Not the Shy that I know that run around with them twin glocks
Nah, nigga, nah, not Shy

[9th Prince]
Yo, I'm on a mission, like a nigga just came home
From prison, never cloud my vision
Champagne bottles in the kitchen, Spanish mami
With a Victoria Secret leafprint
No panties or bra, underneath
The Granddaddy Flow keep these bitches in the streets
Cook it up, so I can hook it up
Steel marks on my wrists, on them tight ass handcuffs
Swing on the po-po, take his weapon
Like Nicholas Cage, I be Gone in 60 Seconds
I'm a monster, underneath my style, low profile
Bitches famous lifestyle, meditate by the Nile
Long live the Prince, yeah, ya niggas live short like Bow Wow
I hit you with everything, a plate, a chair, the kitchen sink
Including the chandeleir, I need a bitch that can ride with me
Glide with me, through this galaxy, so we can see prophecy
Through monopoly, yeah, cock back the cannon
Blow a hole through the planet
Yeah, the four-fifth, will leave niggas damaged
Play for me, to meet the canvas

[Outro: 9th Prince (Shyheim)]
What the fuck ya'll niggas know?
What the fuck ya'll niggas know?
Muthafucking Granddaddy Flow
My nigga Shy, do or die, what up nigga?
(You already know, nigga) we back in the booth, son (S.I.N.Y.)
You know, these niggas know what it is already, son (10304)
They know how we do (10301, 10303, yeah, nigga)

9th Prince - Raised Cain

I raise cain, yeah, it's like that

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, Slumdog Billionaire, only God I fear
Grey hairs in my beard
After the Laughter, comes Tearz, long dick spear
Three course of course, but you can still see the size of my rear
Louis Vutton don, I cause explosions like protons and electrons
Destroy any MC like Papoose and Saigon
Oh my God, 9th Prince is so hard
Not because, I was locked up behind bars
Or I, hung with the bloods in Auburn yard
It's because, I've been through hell and came home with no scars
Kidnapped the rap game, where I'm from niggas kill over money and fame
Platinum chains, bitches, and cocaine
0-9 to 0-10, I raise 'cain

[Chorus 4X: Bruce Springsteen "Adam Raised a Cain" sample]
Adam raised a cain

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, custom made autos, custom made clothing
Custom made motorcyles
Incarcerated disciples, released from prison
Master the street, shotout to Broadway planes
And Hollywood squares on New Year's Eve
Rappers better duck and hide
When I glide in the SL 500
Twin forty fives on my side
Bulletproof ride, a weak nigga pride can turn into a homicide
That's a jewel, I learned from the old school
Money, clothes and hoes, a number one rule
I got the eyes of a calm killer, behind Bagarmi shades
I push through in a snow storm, in a bulletproof Escalade
Bring to war, enough ammo, to go in a rampage
Fresh out the steel cage
Locked up with them Brooklyn niggas, caught in the rage, I raise cain

[Chorus 4X]

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, metaphors, make whores lay on the floor
Slow down bitch, I'mma give it to you raw
Knock knock, who the fuck's at the door?
It's me Sawed-Off, last name Shotgun
You caught that? Bang, bang, now catch that one
I'm the Supreme, walk with a lean, that's real mean
And rise from the streets like Sting
It was all a dream, catch New York is back
All others can retire, and just relapse
I'mma count my stacks, send shots through your fitted hat
It's like that black, carrying Shaolin on my back
Niggas thought I fell off the map
But the truth is, I was locked up in the trap
With killas and hustlers, spot rushers
Drug users, drug pushers, yeah we all contributers
Muthafucka, I raise cain

[Chorus 4X]

[Interlude: 9th Prince]
Yeah, you know what it is, man
Sit the fuck down, stop being clowns
You know what I mean, we go round for round
Pound for pound, sound for sound, you know
9th Prince, I raise cain, muthafucka
I'mma outta here, yeah, see you next year, or this year
Another atmosphere, one

[Chorus 4X]

9th Prince feat. Stoneface - You Ain't Hear

[vocal sample - repeats throughout song]
Oh, she's gotta wait now

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, most of my dark years
Drowning in my sorrow with my peers
Lies of ignorance being sung in my ears
Pushing my self-esteem a lower gear
I swear, drown me in my chair
While getting my dick sucked celebrating like Cheers
Life is like an improper fraction
Counting money with no distraction
Automatics in, relaxing
Low profile like a high-paid assassin
Slaughtering, rewards in
Putting niggaz in their coffins
Popping bottles often
Yeah, y'all niggaz is soft, like the hands of women
Or the cloth of linen
Mr. Grandaddy Flow Optimus
Smoke more water than The Abyss
Gangster nemesis, reminisce all my slickness
9th Prince, mystics, Maia Angelou ballistics
Explicit, realistic, how I kick it

[Stoneface]
They told me if you shake 'em up, boy, you gon' wake 'em up
Put a little batter in the mix, start caking up
I had to cut crimes in the past, ball this, corrupt
Had to ante up, nose candy couldn't blow me up
The street's calling me, warning me, that's my mistress
Clenching on a sheet, backshots are ridiculous
I crip walk, speak blood in my sentences
And been a benefit to graduate from a tenement
You ain't feeling it? Then you'se a motherfucking idiot
Double I sicker than a bitch with clamydia
My familia, never deal with multimedia
But when she cross, sprint, move like a cheetah
Bang, bang, voice of the asphalt speakers
Thugs that was raised from a buck, cop heaters
Some cop the white line, some cop the broccoli
Some got the juice to boost your clientele properly
Stoneface...

9th Prince feat. Beretta 9, Boy Jones - Double 09

Killa, Killa, Killa, yeah, Kinetic 9, Killarm'
9th Prince, yeah, Double 09, yo, check it, yo

[Beretta 9]
For this game, I had a flare, since a young adosclent
Rocking military gear, to this day, I be dressing
Ain't equipped without the boots, canteen and my weapon
And my favorite color green, cuz the dough, I keep it stepping
You know what just what I mean, slugs flying out your second
Hit like a marine, recognize it be your admiral
I'm not talking bout Five Percent, like bombs, I be dropping
And I'm very high, right and my squad ain't no stopping 'em
Like nigga, what you think, put your tank on your boulevard
Then we achieve by war, body tapped near the cooler scar
The quiet then on tour, Killarm' they said they came
But prepare for the verse, cuz this one is just a decoy
B-Boy, I will seek and destroy
Doing just what I love, it be bringing me joy
Like, like, nigga B-Boy
Doing just what I love, it be bringing me joy

[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince]
9th Prince and Beretta 9, we both carry nines
Check the signs of the times, it's '09
We got the shine, and living fine like wine
Young James Bond, change Double 07 to Double 09

[Boy Jones]
Who's my Godfather? Where's my Godfather?
Tell Al Pacino, to ask about his Godfather?
Oh yeah, I'm a Godfather, inhale, exhale
No lyrics, system is him, buddy, I smell
Swimming through your neighborhood, I'm the great whale
Boy Jones sell his lyrics in Amsterdam
I thought they bought marijuana in Amsterdam
I'm so hot, they buy my music in Amsterdam
You have to maintain, to obtain
It's hard to guard ya life, swerving in the damn rain
Weed, and listening to me is like second hand smoke
I, I put cancer in your throat
Boy Jones is a evolutionist
Pray with my city, told her terrorize the terrorist
Make you disappear like a-a-a-a-a illusionist
No reason to apoligize, your words ain't worth shit
Negotiation for your life, better be worth it, Boy Jones

[9th Prince]
Yo, return of a Wu Renegade, I hold the Afro Samurai blade
Trapped in the dark halls in arcades, I'm cold as Ice Age
Million dollar bets in casinos, love chicks that's Filipino
Draw like a Beatle, bang bells like Reno
A nigga with a righteous chill like Al Pacino
The Terminator, terminating, there's no escaping
What I'm raping, causing earthquakes and
Shaking up the nations, and populations
Melodies I hear, with a sharp ear, return of the Golden Spear
Gladiators with muscles, caught in the scuffle
Bare hand knuckles rough like Ruffles
Better keep a muffle, I don't chuckle
Shut an apple is my hustle, for hip hop, I got a jones like a Russell

[Chorus 2X]

9th Prince feat. Islord - Lyrical Disaster

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9th Prince feat. Spanish Jose - Street Gems

[Spanish Jose]
Look at all the bullshit we facing now
Jakes is foul, Beat me in a racist trial
While me in court tryna keep a low profile
Like funny on occasion, Monolo smile
Used to have a clique but I'm dolo now
Trying not to while out, D.C. GoGo style
And it's ohh soo foul to take the local route
Meanwhile beneath the surface they homo'd out
See your shirt's pulled now you gotta throw those out
Tote lots of bullshit that you don't know bout
Son I broke on out the shell now I'm about to peel
Every four niggas the quiet ones about to squeal
Need to close his mouth for real, I doubt he will
How'd it feel to know my name is shouted still
About to feel the stamina drop, The Devil painted the props
At night the hands on the glocks to leave your fams in a box
Stand in the spots where fiends demanding the rocks
Give em a chance and the cops post for ransom in locks
Smoke cannabis crops, Relieve the tension if they could they would
But those I believe in prison receive will seek wisdom
Don't speak to fools, Give gems to those that mistreat the jewels
Not talking about the bullshit they teach you in schools
But I know I gotta study lies, Reach the truth and tell em
Cause they acting like they better then just leading a song
Resisting all existence and treating it wrong
We wake em now they won't be deceiving us long
Blow em up like an explosion achieved in a bomb
And wave em like a magical mischievous wand
Meaning em harm, While we laughing, Breathing and calm
Blind em like love, You can't see when it's gone
Concurring the weak sheep and even the strong

[9th Prince]
Let me take you on this crusade
A rich Niffle having sex with his maids
Dolce & Gabbana shades
Exclusive specks as you can see that I'm paid
It's like, Prada this, Prada that
Louis Vuitton hat to match my gat
Lay you flat on your back after waving a mack
Hand over the stacks, Keep the cracks
I said hand over the stacks
Before I chop your body up and feed you to the wolf pack
My metaphors they burn like hot wax, The Golden skin tone
Even in the times of Jesus, Yeah I couldn't be stoned
Automatic weapons well known
Lift and twist your body in the air like a cyclone
Call the paramedics, You shoulda learned calisthenicsí
Jumping jacks they are pathetic
Ol' Dad was a rolling stone, I guess it's all genetic
Poetry and compositions, You know us we don't competition
Rappers get shot the fuck up, Verbal ammunition
Revenge of the 9th Prince, The album's coming
Putting niggas in submission, Free prisoners from prison
From Riker's Island to Clinton, All the way to San Quinton
Listen to this black Prime Minister, Corporate hustler
On the cover of Forbes, Sipping vodka from Russia

9th Prince feat. Akir, AR.Change.L - Top Secret

[Superman sample]
They are probably the largest and most ruthless
gang of saboteurs in this country...
This briefcase contains a list of their names
Together, with their diabolical plans of destruction

[Akir]
Cold wind blow, in and out the window
Looking for culprits, trying to compile all the info
Keep it smooth, they watch for rough movements
That's why we stay sharp and advance as a unit
Do it, is the anthem that kidnapped us, hold us for ransom
So I stay far from flashing, or hip to fashion
Women all over me laughing, saying I'm handsome
Cops making up pop hits trying to band up the Hansons
So I stay lowkey, focus on bringing the cash in
Picture of my son over the box I hold my stash in (I love you, boy)
All ready and passionate to make it happen
Far from a pacifist, entrepreneur or activist
To think my people masochists cuz we passionate
Against the shit they blast us with, time for action and
Let's get it popping, let's get to planning
We need specifics, logistics, be explicit
Get it, time for expanding, we gifted to flip it so sit and bob on
Won't provide you higher vision so you gotta make a decision
More than just living, me and my people on a mission

[9th Prince]
I'm lyrical and spiritual, out to get rituals
I paint pictures so you could see that I'm visual
The 9th Prince, I'm a master like sensai
Kidnap... {*woman screaming*}, tell a hoe, put up a million
Bitches that's Brazilian wanna go half on my children
The Grandaddy Flow is in the building
Top notch speaker, follow the leader
Holy Qu'ran and bible reader
I flow so heavy, almost broke the meters
Niggaz catching seizures, broken arms and legs
You need a lift like pegs, never rock Pro-keds
Niggaz stay watching me like the feds
Boom, boom, two in the head, you're dead
Zoom, zoom, I fled, left the scene all red
Vocals get laid down in the studio file
The golden child from the wilderness that's wild

[movie sample (AR.Change.L)]
Black, following closely in the wake of a series of baffling crimes
The body of an elderly man has just been found
in the marsh flats outside the city
He has been identified as... (Francis Rigs)
He is believed to be the victim of an organized ring
Of Saboteurs, more news later...

[AR.Change.L]
Yeah, covered in the camouflage, no entourage
Moving with machetes, ready, now we could bring it on
Jungle made of concrete, peep the monologue
I'm sending sig-a-nals inside of pho-to-ga-raphs
Never movie star, spitting bars with barage
Leaving bombs in their cars, rip 'em all the fuck apart
Every scar is a different story different war
Warrior that you never ever ever seen before
Biting bullets with my teeth, spit 'em on the floor
Taken from the hard drives, cold coming to ya raw
Striking with a tiger claw and a bear paw
Even more, leave ya body and ya neck T-4's
B-brief the chief of staff, T-terrible
It's what they profile's never called, never fornical
No support, pirate moving in ya ships poor
Sports mish, son aboard or you get's slaugh-tered

[Superman sample]
They will stop at nothing to recover these records
I must get them through to Washington
Hmm... I understand
I'll see that you have an escort to the airport

9th Prince - Down South

Shaolin... yeah...
Revenge of the 9th Prince!
You know how we do...

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, y'all niggaz can't catch me
See me in Miami with Ciara ass-naked on South Beach
My Grandaddy Flow is hard to reach
Y'all nigga's nerds and Saved by the Bell like Screech
I'm undefeated, this is what hip-hop needed
A new Rakim, all y'all other MC's, y'all just Beat It
I be in club, home, or guest house
Or even out of state at a cookout with ya spouse
Get my dick hard then spill semen all over her blouse
You so hot, take this cock, right in ya mouth
Now that's what I call going down south!

[Outro: 9th Prince]
Yeah, I had my joint all up in that bitch's mouth
Yeah, check ya baby mama's mouth when she comes into the house
Check for that drop... shot in her mouth
The Grandaddy Flow be the illest!
The greatest mixtape, y'all niggaz rock to this shit now
Yeah, you know a crazy bitch
Straight fire, what up?
Y'all bitches better get hip or get ripped
Shout out to everybody through the states
The five boroughs... yeah, across state
My niggaz in Atlanta, yeah, my niggaz on the west coast
(My nigga B.P.) Motherfucking Texas (my nigga Anthai)
Y'all niggaz is beyond reckless (Word up, aiyo Dre)
Let's get the fuck up out here, man...
Yanahmean? This shit is straight fire
Make most return, yanahmean?
Straight up, we ain't no liars
Yo, we out, man, Shaolin, word up, B.P.

9th Prince - We Write the Songs

Yeah, what's up? Live from muthafucking L.A.
Uh-huh, the streets is mine, oh, word, it's like that?
Word up, all you fake ass gangsta niggas, yeah
Put a fucking grenade in your fucking mouth
Yeah, aight, yeah, Leggezin, 9th Prince

[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince]
We write the songs that make the whole world sing
We write the songs that make you pop them thangs
We write the songs, we write the songs

[9th Prince]
Yo, it's all about white tees, fly kicks and jeans
By any means, forever we scheme and get that cream
Rap is like crack, like Fat Cat, we keep feeding the fiends
Who's the hypest MC? 9th Prince or Jay-Z
Never seem to amaze me, my raps getting more plays than glaze the streets
9th Prince the general, ya'll more like rookies
Sweet like LL Cool J cookies
I'm the amazing, the only rap man, that ever ran with Harley Davidson
You got these bitch niggas, wannabe rich niggas
Gold diggers and itchy triggers
Out to make a billion out of seven figures
Yo, ya'll niggas is sweet like candy
This is for my nigga Sandy
9th Prince is found one deep, creep through these dark streets
With a nine and bible, stashed in the passenger seat

[Chorus 2X]

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, we gladiators, stampede the streets
Egyptian techniques, my father named me Kato
Must of drunk, buggin' out off some flicks by Bruce Lee
Verbal holocaust, niggas be calling me Hitler
The black Texas Chainsaw Massacrew
Madison Square, party crasher
Lamping at the Summerfield suits, in too deep
Watch me creep, with automatic weapons
Lift your feet off the concrete, the New York City terrorist
Planting bombs like Saddam
Grenade white gold charm, holding my dick, talking to police
With firearm in my palm, but I'm still calm

[Chorus 2X]

9th Prince - Dark Room

[movie sample]
You gon' sentence me? Is that what you gon' do?
You know what? I am
OK...
Lemme tell you why
I don't really wanna care why, just get on with the...
Just shut your mouth, sir!
No, I'm not gonna shut my mouth!
Next time I'm gonna have you gagged!
You're gonna have me gagged?
Uh-huh, you're right, I am
OK, have my gagged then
Based upon your conduct in this court
Your conduct in the community, your total disregard for the laws
The total disregard for those on the frontline
there protecting American society which is based on laws
Those people known as police officers
I am accepting the state's recommendation
Good, thank you
I'll take another
The only thing I can say to you on behalf of all the citizen's in this
community
Bye, bye...

{*jail cell closes*}

[9th Prince]
Yeah... trapped in the dark room

[Chorus: Archive sample]
Stress feel strain from stress, man made hell yes
Stress feel strain from stress, man made hell yes

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, writing on dusty records, life is hectic
You wouldn't expect it, watch how I total wreck it
While trapped in a dark room, everything is gloom
My mind is a weapon, I spit with a boom
My niggaz overseas know I rhyme cock D's, nobody spit like we
We shake the Earth when we walk on our feet
The 9th Prince, a Soldier of the Darkness
Me and Shocker is heartless, when we spark this
The Killarmy military leave niggaz leary
And slap dick to Mariah Carey, welcome to the Shaolin Grounds
New York, New York, the beast pounds with sounds
I used to rhyme in the dark, burn MC's in the park
It was all part of the art
My words will send you straight to the moon
The 9th Prince and Shocker, I leave niggaz trapped in the dark room

[Chorus 2X]

{*jail cell closes*}

9th Prince - Don't Front

[9th Prince]
He's back!
Yeah, Revenge of the 9th Prince
The fuck these niggaz wanna do?
He's back motherfuckers!
Check it...

Aiyo, y'all niggaz is little puffs, laying in the cut
I'm about to erupt, what the fuck? You got no guts
I'm a nut, stick my finger in a slut's butt
Now a Public Enemy like Chuck, you'se a smut
Out of state niggaz getting that paper
Fly gators walking on top of all you haters
9th Prince is a skyscrapper, y'all niggaz is handymen
Hand me this, hand me that, get that money and stay black
Peeping on all you bitch-ass niggaz with that chit-chat
Yeah, half these rap niggaz is rats
I splatter with my gat, new school niggaz is wack
Revenge of the 9th Prince, yeah I'm back and deadly as crack
Motherfucker, you better watch your back

[Chorus 2x: 9th Prince]
None of you rap niggaz move me
And that girl on your arms, she must got the cooties
Y'all bitch-ass niggaz is moody
Must be that time of the month y'all, don't front

9th Prince - The Writer

Word up, some laid back, type Killa raps
Yo...

[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince]
I'm a writer, rhyme ignitor
Lyrical sniper, shoot up your rhymin' cypher
Mushrooms get me hyper, face the piper
Rich niggas do a drive-by in a Dodge Viper

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, I move like the Bionic Man, built like The Incredible Hulk
The streets listen when I talk
You just a devil in disguise, with a mic as a pitchfork
Come against the lyrical lord, we can take it to the guns and swing swords
So look deep into the eyes of a killa, Gaten Island, cap pealers
Raps is realer than silver back gorillas
We thugs from a great complex, lyrical Nat Turner
Staten Island money earners, 9th Prince with the burner
Whether inspector's, wanna search my bulletproof Lex Coupe
Desert Eagle stashed in my fireman's boots
Runnin' with four hundred Brooklyn troops
Dressed in all suits like the Nation of Islam
Shoot somethin' in your veins and watch you die calm
Like a dope addict, my automatic'll lift your back like Craftmatic
Like a cellphone with no signal, givin' niggas static

[Chorus 2X]

[9th Prince]
Don't get caught up in the hot jam, shit is a scam
Predictable like the Wu not invited to Summer Jam
I'm sick of niggas trynna sell me a dream with weak schemes
Killarm', the 18, rap guns is like M-16's, everybody flee the scene
No matter the producer, I still get looser than Medusa
Neptunes or Dr. Dre, my lyrics, the beat's executioner
Inspired by The RZA, I'm calm like James Bond, city slum scramblers
I was raised in the ghetto slammer
9th Prince is like Max Payne and Jack's Hammer
I'm known to be the flow'er, but now call me Thor, let it flow like Noah
Shoot you in your shoulder leave you with a handicap composure
Madman exposure, got niggas movin' like doljias
And it's over, it's over, it's over, straight over

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: sample from "Patton"]
You know what the poet said:
"Through the travail of ages, midst the pomp and toils of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished countless times upon a star."
The age-old strife I see? Do you know who the poet was? Me

9th Prince feat. Tekitha - Vandalism

[Hook 4X: Tekitha - in the background of intro/chorus]
Words come directly from wisdom
9th Prince is here to come save... come save...

[Intro: 9th Prince]
It's time right here, Word up
What the fuck son, You niggas don't know
Show you the door, Yo, Yo
Yeah, What, A nigga know it's on right
Yall niggas aint know son
What the fuck, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo...

[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince]
Synonyms or antonyms I use as verbal venoms
My rap terrorism, journalism or vandalism
9th Prism terrorizin victims
Wu organism, pillaging like the pilgrims

[9th Prince]
9th Prince wisdom is like a poisonous virus venom
Bionic venom attack the minds of the victims
Intimate portrait of a killer blood spiller, Illa rhyme spitter
Verbal holocaust, The unexplained by Prince Hitler
My sword is a tongue used to unhung the young, Third rock from the sun
Shocks run through your body from the veins of my verbal stun gun
The black gun man, I murder like a cowboy from Dallas
Tune into global war with Mike Wallace
Today's forecast is raining cats and dogs, Open up the catalog
It's filled with sweat hogs, Local street muts
Sendin niggas to the morgue, I'm on point like a hit man schedule
Night of the generals, Kidnap the emeralds
Verbal king emperor, Rhyme prime minister
My code name in 9th Prince of thieves slash axe murderer
Anthrax, Tracks on wax, Crack cocaine raps
I'll blow a hole in your back with the lyrical mack

[Chorus 2X w/ hook 2X]

[9th Prince]
Saddam slang reins like hurricanes, Purple rain
Watch your armor stand in pain, Black patriots in chains
Watch how they brain wash your brains
They remain on slaves ships with microchips and spill more blood then crips
My penmanship's these battleships, Psychic pirate
I write death threats to scripts
9th Prince is the apocalypse in from dark tropics
Murderous topics, freeing Riker's Island convicts
My style is unorthodox, Fifty-two hand blocks
Rock your snot box, Then slice your throat with a cyanide ox
I rose with Black Knights, A military server to King RZA's empire
Surrounded with tigers, Emcees clash, Yours is fiber
On digital cyber, All yall snakes move like anaconda viper
Time bomb, Napalm, Saddam is calm, Do load the Iron Palm grenade charm
Nineteen ninety-nine Olympics, Revenge of the Iron Fingers vs. Golden Arms
Science to the explicit, In this cold world it is a blizzard
Hip hop critics, Pay attention to this Vietnam war ring
Global world touring, It's 9th Prince niggas
And yo, I wanna blow like Lauren.

[Chorus 2X w/ hook 2X]

[Outro: 9th Prince w/ hook repeating to fade]
Straight up and down, Word to God, (Motherfuckers)
It's Killarm run up on your whole squad
Pick up the LP, One love to my peoples, (Word up)
Black guerrilla fam, Killarm, (Killarm Killarm)
We come to bomb like Suzam, Straight up and down niggas
My nigga Hass, Put down your sword, (Ruthless Bastardz, Word Up)
Wu-Tang Clan, (One La-Love) Word up, Killarm, 9th Prince

9th Prince feat. Beretta 9, Dom Pachino - We Supreme

[Chorus: Dom Pachino]
You know the team, we bust them thangs
And when we come through wit them tanks, we blow off steam
The team supreme, we shine and gleam
So victorious and we always do our thing

[Beretta 9]
Yo, back up on this bitch, like ain't that a bitch
Look at B9 flossing like I struck it rich
And it's no stopping me, how low can you skip?
This, CD power hour, and this our shit
And, even if you bought it, yo, we made the shit
We gonna blow like the grenade displayed on our shit
It's, Killarm' for life, we just invading shit
So we proving that we nice, even though all six
Ain't spit off clip, you will still get hit
By a six piece of head bar, followed by a kick
To your rib, dick, I be Kinetic, you heard it here first
Yo, on this record, I wreck shit
Bong, fuck a song is on some next shit
The reason why we took so long, we had to go perfect shit
Bong, now seek the exit, and even though you gone
We atleast get through a second, of the single flow

[Chorus]

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, the Granddaddy Flow is still militant
Killarm' we killin' it, who wanna feel it? I let the rhyme spit
Fresh out of jail, now I'm back in the mix
Niggas thought me and P.R. will never get back together
Now we back like furs and leathers
Fresh Guess watch, Gucci socks
Beyonce on my jock, rap flow clap niggas in Crimestock
He's my brother-in-law, never disrespect, pa
Get your ass on the floor
Strip to ya Victoria Secret drawers
Yeah, so I can explore, militant galore
The type of shit that make bitches adore
Verbal assassin, lyrical dragon
I write wit passion, niggas stay flashing
Got to hit the check cashing, hit the clubs
Now I'm back on the map, I'm still macking

[Chorus]

[Dom Pachino]
Back is the pistol popping, the knowledge dropping
Green like the camouflaging, the living large fam
Even though my nigga seen the slammer, we back
With some bad mama jammas, with the hammers
Is it the beats or percussion, the heat or discussion
The Germans or the Russians, the blacks or the Latins
My nigga's back, you niggas know what's happening
Is it the scripts or the tablets, the dicks or the maggots
The pigs or the rabbits, the bears in the forest
The lyrics or the chorus, I bum rush like Boris Zhukov
And wipe your blood on my new cloth
I'm at it, I leave you dead like flowers in the attic
I know I rhyme best with my crew, it's a habit
Grab it, embrace it, and taste it like The Matrix
I know we hardcore, I was raised in the Army, and we never gon' fall

[Chorus]

9th Prince - Tell a Friend

Another Gooch productions, what, yeah
My people's Q on the boards
Once again, yo, yo, yo, yo

[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince]
We that team that loves to scheme, and
Everybody move they body, and
9th Prince about to shoot up ya party, and
Go and tell a friend, go and tell a friend

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, we always doing crime, half my Army doing time
Sit back, and let ya mind incline, first degree, murder rhymes
Throwing signs, iller than cocaine lines
Like the sun I shine, my next album
Is selling for two dimes, that's twenty dollars
Back in '89, I was popping ya'll niggas collars
I tried to crossover, it didn't work
Revenge of 9th Prince, now I'm back in the dirt, yo
Celebrity Deathmatch, all-star squadron
Magnificent men, Park Villa was the dungeon
I was only 11, performing live like a reverend
Little gangsta raps, so I represented the seven
Now surrender like unarmed ninjas
Shaolin finest avengers, born beginners
Turn winners with the sinners, I'm serious as a heart attack
You like the way my guns clap, only the streets can adapt to killa raps

[Chorus 2X]

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, tortureous flows, keep me on my toes
Sharp like my little brother elbows, promo shows
Shootouts everywhere, bullets flew through his Kangol
Return of Madman, shot up the front row
Lockdown all exits, kidnap promoters
Sold bottles of coke, and I ain't talking about cola
Staten Island soldiers, bulletproof Range Rover
Four dot six, so when you see me coming
Prepare for the crucifix, my niggas is sick
Like the Exorcist, dusted out on Stapleton park benches
Poetry sentence, blow holes in ya keyboard sequence
My mind is my defense

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: 9th Prince]
Yeah, once again, the 9th Prism get up in 'em
With the rhyme rhythm, word up
Shout out to my whole Killarm', Staten Island, what up

9th Prince feat. Islord - Sniper Challengers

Haha, muthafuckas, yeah, muthafuckas
We gonna spread ya niggas like Smucker's
Bitch ass niggas... word up, yeah, niggas
You thought we left, right?
But we ain't went no muthafucking where
Muthafuckas... cuz we don't -- youknowhatimsaying?
Yo, 9th Prince, youknowhatimsaying?
Yo tear these niggas up, man
Let these niggas know what really time it is and shit
Knowhatimean? Let these niggas really fucking know what time it is
Break these niggas muthafucking jaws if you have to
Knowhatimsaying, son, yo give it to these niggas real raw, son

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, Staten Islanders, rhyme challengers, carry silencers
I spit like the snipers, right through the shot
Martin Luther King off the banister, lyrical dillinger
Came to battle cats, the contender
I'm a terrorist, not like P.R., but more like Pablo Escobar
And the Al Qaeda squad of Gods, do a drive-by
Just because of stupid, I adjusted in a beat up car
Take heads like Wallace D. Farad, holy war scriptures
Written in my dialogue, digital vocals
I'm far from analog, smash you with a Garth Brooks guitar
Then blow like M-80's, have my lady, wave the three 80
Shatter your glass, on your Maybach Mercedes
Poisonous rhyme venom, spark shit like 'ism
Still terrorizing, corporation your organisms

[Islord]
Aiyo, ya'll niggas must be really fucking stupid
Going up against me, don't you know, kid
I put end to careers, be
So who gassed ya'll? Who put batteries in ya'll back
For ya'll to step up, to get viciously attacked
By this animal, who tears the hearts out of challengers
Everyday, everywhere I go, everywhere I be
I tear the hearts out of challengers
And ya'll definitely ain't no different, who the fuck is you?
I put one, two, three, four, five, six, plus ten slugs in your muthafucking crew
Bitch ass nigga, get slapped nigga
Going against my muthafucking style, nigga
Cuz I'm straight from Staten Island, where niggas be wilding
Killah Hill 10304, where shit is crazy raw like the meat market

[Chorus 4X: 9th Prince, Islord]
Killarmy, we never left
We never went nowhere, we still here

[Outro: 9th Prince]
Niggas, yeah, ya'll know what time it is
Islord, 9th Prince, Beretta 9, P.R. Terrorist
Killa Sin, I see you kid, ShoGun Assason
4th Disciple, get ready for the camouflage entourage
Yeah...

9th Prince - Stand Proud

Stand proud, 9th Prince is coming...

[Chorus 2X: female singer]
Yell out, run down the record
Gonna feel my rhyme, gonna feel my rhythm
Stand proud, 9th Prince is coming
To the radio, runnin' in your system

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, my lyrics take flight like state troopers on turn pikes
I've been a wizard before Air Jordan Mike
Computer freaks, I'm like a spider on your website
Spitting poisonous venom, rugged like Killarm' jeans denim
9th Prince a poetry writing, expert
Staten Island scarfaces, felony cases
Banned from your network
Demolition Madman performing live in your concert
Breaking records with hip hop jams
My fam soundscan from Z100 to KissFM
Hot 97, all day, every day
My verbal gunplay, spray like a AK
Make the party people wanna dance like Donay
Insert my CD inside your disc play
Turn up your radio, one man army scenario
Here we go yo, the kids love me
Like Saturday morning cartoons, milk & cereal, word up, yo

[Chorus 2X]

[9th Prince]
Aiyo, I flow like Blue Magic, my slang ebonics
Is banging like Delfonics
Killarm' is like a young Temptation, my hand is crippled
Writing wiht frustration, baby boy you ain't got no patience
I was born and raised in the Big Apple
Made from the best stuff on Earth like Snapple
I unravel, let the mind travel, we can battle
Live on 105.1, go and get your sons to get up out your guns
Put up a million ones, the 9th Prism
Blast this in your system, Madman
Hit 'em wit the knowledge and the wisdom
Understand, what I give 'em
That the black man made the rhythm, made the rhythm

[Chorus 4X]

9th Prince feat. Paradox, Tommy Whispers, Trife Da God - Street Pharmacists

[sample]
You guys better be careful
If I ever see you here again
You're all gonna die just like that!
There's only evil in here!

[Intro: Trife Da God (9th Prince)]
Gucci Don, Tommy Whispers (yeah)
Trife Diesel (once again)
T.M.F., Theodore Unit
9th Prince, Killarm'
My nigga 'Dox

[9th Prince]
Aiyo my comrades and thugs in Gangsta Paradise
Terrence two times'll slice ya throat twice
The one man army, rhyme with harmony
Love, peace and happiness, still blast the nastiest
Verbal conversation, deep meditation
On this plantation, hood life, same situation
Niggas be holdin' guns, plottin' assassinations
Mind radiation, we all on vacations
Stand strong like United Nations
Prince of El Dorado, blow like New York City lotto
Bulletproof bravado
Shaheed and the fist, I was protected by the laser disc
We drink Valentine's while y'all sip on Cris'
Who you tryin' to impress? Madman's the best
Get it in ya head or carve it in ya chest

[movie sample]
I saw you do that and I'ma fuckin' kill you!

[Paradox]
Yo I stay movin' with brutes who got screws loose
Your crew's full of fruits, you's probably used duesh
I leave you abused, bruised with a loose tooth
I move smooth, never leave clues for blue suits
You're a pedophile, dukes, that's truth, I have proof
I saw y'all long blues clues with new youth
Who's you? You must be suited in booze, who's who?
Ya battle who? I only lose if I choose to
My crew's rude, we'll run through with zoo zoots
Bash phonebooths, shoot duece through loose suits
My attitude's crude, I do have prove you
I could care less about ya cryin' and boo-hoos
You, roll with troups who wear too-toos
You don't rhyme in ciphers you rhyme in fruit loops
My sharp tools cut through ya FUBU boots
and leave ya foot chopped like just like that roof, duke

[Tommy Whispers]
Ah man you gots to be smokin', you know I keeps the crowd open
I don't know why you suitin' yaself up like Hulk Hogan
Ya hear me clearly, nearly the best to touch the mic
Freestyle and get ya hype, perform or even write
It's like math dukes, verse two, chapter eleven
Make AK-47's, spittin', hittin' the reverand {*gunfire*}
Now everybody in the charge get up, and start jettin'
Insightin' riots, this verse is a deadly weapon
I've been held behind bars too long
That's why every time I rhyme niggas be like "Yo, ya bars are too long"
I'm tellin' you Don, you don't want none of this harm
Robbery philiosophy, Shaolin monstrosity
Polly with common thieves, balance the blunt with embalmin' and hydro leaves
Ay dios mies, papi got flows like runny noses
All my foes know this, I'm so ferocious
Ya whole style is so atrocious
Tommy be overdosin', blink, ya link on
You probably won't even know where ya gold is
Stapleton's the coldest
Fuck the 'partment of corrections
We New York's boldest
Tell President Bush "Suck my dick, nigga hold this"

[Trife Da God]
Nigga is you afraid to live and you scared to die?
Afraid to spread ya wings and you scared to fly
I for T.M.F., I'm prepared to lie
Take a bullet, get sentenced to death, sit in the chair and fry
We hold steel, leave you dead in the streets like road kill
Stretched out near the railroad tracks in Toad Hill
Haywire, my mouth is a torch, I spray fire
Shoot up ya video and direct it like Dave Myers
A nigga like me, son, I can't be broke
I'm like weed without a Dutch cuz I can't be smoked
The street pharmacist, peal niggas like oranges
Rip ya cartilage, excess guns with extra cartridges
(Tommy: Trife is a threat to all you upcomin' artist-es
Young and marvelous, plus handsome like my father is
Invade ya state, mad stuck with the gate of Ace
Shut down ya operation and steal ya database
This rhymes, they not just lines from the PaperMate
This is real life, actual shit that be takin' place
Yo par you better play it safe, Walkin' Through the Darkness
Cuz you'll be layin' in the ocean, standin' like a starfish

9th Prince feat. Beretta 9 - Never Front

High tech, one-two, check it, check it out
Got to do the knowledge, all these phases (word up)
(Beretta 9) dart specialist (9th Prince) live, check it out, yo
Yo, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo

[Beretta 9]
Ninja Gaiden, Iron Maiden, out to murder Satan
Dart gets smart, just before my heart, Blood for Blood
Red Dawn, it's on, popcorn, first platoon a song
Cypher Heat, kid, turn another corner, step into my field
Destroy or build, kill or be killed, kid, you know the deal
For real, would you like to feel, caps'll peeled, we kill but don't spill
What you expect? In the Pillage, death village
Killa Bee, first degree, murdering, you discontinued
One dart will end you, fast like amber soil
We off the wall, quick to tap your jaw, I do you God Allah
Forever bout it, never go nowhere without it
Beretta 9, in the house, ya'll better think about
You better think about it, think about it, think about it

[9th Prince]
Think about it, yo, verbal intellect, guns is loaded with high tech
Iron steel pellets richochetting like it's my bulletproof Avirex
Stash it in your Memorex, that I'm nasty like Cinemax porno sex
Conversate, translate to New York State, crystal stream ya rhyme rate
Making crates, Math defy it, mixed with rap poison
The snakes who wanna slay our sake, my name remains in the hall of fame
Back to back, we crack cocaine
Darts aiming flames, I'm hazardous like a virus from Osirus
Thugs scat' like mice
Receive ki's when they roll dice, I chop off the heads
Of the unchosen, for the Wu-Tang sacrifice
Beretta 9, aiming at the front line
He's ready to steal that kill, once the bullet hit the mind
Time schedule, three years of Islord, life in federal
We rebels, who kill for Olympic gold medals

[Chorus: Beretta 9]
Aiyo, we patriots, slash mercenists, do dirt for this
Spill blood for this, marksmen assassin, hardly ever do we miss
We put our work in this, we put our hearts in this
And we should give our life in this, before we ever front on this
Front on this

[Beretta 9]
Aiyo, Born Build, summer heat, icey hot, play the street
Twelve month, seven day a week, cat, now, we here
Blood's heart, fuck bird's art, bitch slap retard
Sprint fast, wind up in mass, bloody cash
It's like, don't start shit, won't be shit
Allah quick to spot shit, snatch shit, you know my neck kid
Don't splash it, cop my joint and blast it
The shit sound hype in your whip, make you tape the crime rap shit
Mega graphical, always speak actual
Only deal with natural, one hundred percent
Five percent, militant, aim with the intent
Beretta 9, check the mind, on some empty the clip

[9th Prince]
Lyrical fireworks, celebrate at the ninth annual
Roman candles, sand niggas with spike sandals
Attack like a killer whale, Discovery Channel
Ill graphics of a visual mammal, underseas, MC's bleed
Rhyme verbal disease, die slow on your knees
Kill the circulation in your bloodstream
Shiesty like Starscream, research my verbs
With a magnifying glass, and the audience that refuse me, get sprayed
Vocabulary tear gas, Shaolin vikings
Buckwild like Hitler, drunk off German Heinekens
I blast seeds, leave niggas pregnant with the thought
A miscariage on the average, my proposal through the microphone
Brings forth a bloody marriage
Octomo torpedo flow, throw the Pope in a yoke
Suffocate on chokehold, black out the ax
Ironman had my iron hand, the gun hijack the first flight to Iran
9th Prince stand like a terrorist on hot sands

[Chorus]

9th Prince - Prince of New York

I must've been away too long
My feelings are dead, I feel no remorse
It's my turn...

[9th Prince]
Yo, yo y'all niggas is 9 to 5 niggas, I'm a survive nigga
I'm live like the shorties on your block with twin glocks
Let off like an oo wop, thug life like Tupac
Weed and crack, e-pills stashed inside my bulletproof Gucci socks
I 'blackout' like Red and Meth
When I first came in yea, the whole game slept
Ever since I was 17, I been snatchin' niggas' mics with the Five Fingers of Death
Yo, the 9th Prince I rock a 9 on my chest
My criminology's 'criminal minded' like KRS
Y'all need bald head niggas pullin' triggers
I put seven bullets in your figure
I'm slicker than Sharon Stone in Sliver, what I deliver send shivers
Like drowning in cold water runnin' through rivers
Y'all niggas in the field know how I build
Oh word, you ain't heard? 16 shots to your grill
Lay down flat, roll on your face, pick up the pace
I'm like a hardcore version of the pretty boy Mase
I'm hot like lava, you get smacked in your teeth
For tryin' to disrespect the Killarm saga
My street army niggas is outsiders
We run a train on this white bitch look like Michelle Pfeiffer
I roll with a gang of niggas wild like Al Qaida, Al Qaida, yo

[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince]
I'm the Prince of New York
The way that I walk, make the girls hawk
I was born on Staten Island so that's the way that I talk
Outline your body in chalk, and stab you with a rusty fork

[9th Prince]
Ey yo the streets is flooded with crack cocaine
My brain rain like a hurricane, spit flame, till I'm insane
Like a cowboy, hooded up on the iron horse train
Bitches maintain, stink hoes know my name
Clothes I never change, rearrange the game
Now every thug wanna feel my pain
Smack 'em in the brain for being the lame
Cut 'em up in pieces, then flush 'em down the drain
Them dogs is pitbulls, I'm more like a great dane
Robbed the hottest chick in the game, for her man's chain
Word up, yo

[Chorus 2X]

[Outro: 9th Prince ("King of New York" sample)]
Yea that's how we do it
In the year two thousand and four and five
Y'all niggas is straight jive, word up
Yea, one love to my peoples
J-Love, word up, Kay Slay
Pete Rock and Marley Marl, and all you underdog DJ's
My man Alexander the Great, eatin' niggas like steak
Killarm, the 9th Prizm get up in 'em, yea, for real
(You think ambushing me in some nightclub's
Gonna stop what makes people take drugs?
This country spends a hundred billion dollars a year on getting high
And it's not because of me, all that time I was wasting in jail
It just got worse, I'm not your problem, I'm just a businessman.)