Lyrical Disaster
9th Prince Lyrics

Whatcha gonna do? We've swept this place
What is your plan now that we have taken control of this location?

You've got nothing, nothing but your bloody knives
You are left with only your weapons, which are covered in blood.

And your fancy karate gimmicks, we have guns
Your martial arts skills will not help you because we have firearms.

No, what you have are bullets
The only advantage you have is the bullets in your guns.

And the hope that when your guns are empty, I'm no longer standing
You are relying on the chance that I will be incapacitated by the time your guns run out of ammunition.

Because if I am, you'll all be dead before you've reloaded
However, if I am still standing, you will not have time to reload before I defeat you all.

That's impossible! Kill him
This outcome is unthinkable, so eliminate the threat.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what it is, yo
You are familiar with who I am and what I am capable of.

Aiyo, staring at the blank piece of paper
I am starting with a blank slate as I contemplate how to express my anger.

Thinking how can I express my anger
I am considering how to communicate my strong feeling of resentment.

First of all, any jail time, is hard labor
Going to prison is difficult work, no matter what.

If I blow, my baby moms probably catch the vapors
If I lose control, my significant other will likely be upset or frightened.

I stand tall as a skyscraper
I am confident and unafraid.

Head in the cloud like Air Force lasers, on Riker's Island
My mind is soaring, like Air Force lasers, even while I am imprisoned.

Niggas playing tag with razors, police gunning
Other inmates are playing a dangerous game with sharp blades, while the guards are on high alert.

I run it like the Portland Trail Blazers, but this ain't full court
I am in charge, like the Portland Trail Blazers basketball team, but this is a different kind of competition.

It's more like verbal bloodsport, dope fiends coming up short
The conflict I am involved in is like a vicious verbal battle, and drug users are not able to endure it.

A few lines in my notebook, I write like I snort
When I write lyrics in my notebook, it is as if I am under the influence of drugs.

But I don't get high, on my own supply
However, I do not actually use drugs myself.

Transport us when they transport, Killarm' gun report
When transporting us, the Killarmy gang is armed and ready to defend themselves.

Vocabulary falling out my mouth piece, my wisdom is deep
The words I speak flow effortlessly and my insights are profound.

Like Malcolm X when he speakers, four door bulletproof jeep
My powerful oratory skills are similar to those of Malcolm X, and I am protected by a bulletproof vehicle.

So when I creep through these dark streets
As I move cautiously through dangerous neighborhoods,

I leave niggas flat like slow leaks
I take down my rivals quickly and efficiently.

Check that lyrical disaster, 9th Prince will mash ya
Be warned of the destructive force of my music and persona, as I am a formidable opponent.

With that four-four automatic, niggas don't want static, yeah, yeah
I carry a powerful gun and those who oppose me should avoid conflict.

Aiyo, I speak from old school days of gangstas with gold teeth
I draw from experiences of years past when gangsters had gold teeth and were feared.

Jewel thieves, corporate thugs
I reference criminals who steal precious gems, and wealthy businessmen who are involved in illegal activities.

Killas who put hands on former colleagues
I am aware of killers who harm people that they used to work with.

Run up in your crib, put these hollow heads in your seeds
I am capable of invading your home and harming your children with bullets.

Iced out stop watch, I'm bringing 'em back
I am wearing a watch covered in diamonds, harkening back to earlier times when such displays of wealth were celebrated.

Time is moving fast, It's eleventh song, waving a mack
There is not much time left before this album ends, as I indicate by shaking a firearm.

I sleep hazardous, with the AK-47 underneath my mattress
I am prepared to defend myself even as I sleep, with an AK-47 kept under my bed.

Me and my Killarm', we gang bang models and actresses
My gang and I have consensual sexual relations with models and actresses.

The black James Bond living lavish
I live like a wealthy and glamorous spy, in the style of James Bond.

My vision is clear, like daytime skylines
My goals are clear and focused, like the outline of buildings against the sky during the day.

Cock it back, I watch the rhyme blast like a nine
I am readying my rhymes and waiting for them to hit with the force of a gun.

My bars is bullets, pulvarize your spine
The lyrics I am producing are like bullets, capable of shattering your spine.

Caught up in the midst of crime, I had to do time
I have been incarcerated because of my involvement in illegal activities.

Back to the situation, with the God U Nation
Returning to this current situation, in the presence of the God U Nation.

Bust my gun on the devil's plantation
I am firing my gun in this dangerous environment controlled by the government.

I'm a one time felon, put four in your melon
Although I have been arrested before, I am still capable of fatally shooting you.

Leave your head swelling, now the hood call you Big Head Melvin
After I injure you, people in the neighborhood will ridicule you for your appearance.

Criticize my life, I have niggas kidnap your babies, while I'm raping
If you criticize me, I will have people abduct your infants while I sexually assault you.

This is a global warming, my rhyme rain acid rain whenever I'm brainstorming
My creative process is like a destructive force, causing metaphorical acid rain within my own mind.

Niggas be calling me the Transformer, because I be transforming
People have given me the nickname Transformer, because I am always changing and evolving.

To the planet of stars, pretty bitches and fly cars
I am striving to achieve success and move up to a higher, glamorous lifestyle.

Freeing people from behind bars
I am trying to liberate others who are currently incarcerated.

I was sent by Allah, don't get it twisted, your face will get scarred
I believe I was sent on a mission by God, and those who oppose me will face harm.

You will remember me, the rest of your life
My impact on your life will be long-lasting.

I dig deep into your soul, like being cut by a sharp knife
My words and presence will profoundly affect the essence of who you are.

All I do is meditate, all my life I had to set a nigga straight, no debate
I prefer to focus on mindfulness and self-reflection, but I am also willing to confront those who challenge me.

Feel the hate, 9th Prince the God, so keep your faith
Embrace your negative feelings and recognize me as a divine figure.

Shopping rocks on plates, supply the tri-state
I am selling drugs and providing for the area encompassing three nearby states.

New York demonstrate on how I illustrate
I showcase my skills and prowess, reflecting the character of the city of New York.

Stacking up G's the size of wedding cakes
I am accumulating wealth and preparing to invest it in a large way.