http://9thprince.com/
Albums
* Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars (as part of the group Killarmy) (August 5, 1997)
* Dirty Weaponry (as part of the group Killarmy) (August 11, 1998)
* Fear, Love & War (as part of the group Killarmy) (August 7, 2001)
* Granddaddy Flow (May 28, 2003)
* Prince of New York (November 11, 2008)
* Revenge of the 9th Prince (April 20, 2010)
* One Man Army (October 12, 2010)
* Shaolin Prince (Upcoming 2011)
Sour Diesel
9th Prince Lyrics
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And I ain't playing, nigga
Now, you ain't got no gun
But where the weed at?
This is what it is right? Word, yeah
This is what it's about, this is how it's going down?
Aiyo, I'm raw like Kane, blood stain the game
Revenge of the 9th Prince, selling like cocaine
Last nigga fronted, they found him slain
In the gutter, niggas is slipping like butter
That's when I heard a utter, shut-shut the muthafucka
I can't help it, the flow is so dangerous
Ya'll the most lameless, living shameless
Check out my guest watch, the diamonds on the bezel make the best watch
Pray that you will know the time just like a clock
I want Jay-Z and Lil' Wayne's spot
I was always taught, hip hop was an art, so play it smart
Sour diesel niggas get high everyday
Niggas in the projects, every day, every way
Said, sour diesel niggas get high everyday
Project niggas, every day, every way
You want a chick like mines, a whip like mines
A four-fifth with a kit, that look like mines
That look like mines, he want a piece of the pie
You want to go to Cinderella's and throw ones in the sky
But you can't be I, big S-H-Y
Got crazy niggas on payroll, like S.S.I.
Think he really want drama, for the rest of your life
It ain't easy, being greasy, my neezy, believe me
I got felonies, nigga, got Big L in me nigga
So the cells in me, nigga, people taking my picture
The young God fisher, Bottom Up Militia
Getting richer and richer, and I'm a Staten Island nigga
Should just be you, cuz you can't be
Bottom Up C.E.O., L.E.O. VP
Bottom Up C.E.O., L.E.O. VP
I'm Bottom Up C.E.O., L.E.O. VP
Ya'll must be blowing that sour, or sniffing that powder
You see the Black Market logo, my flow is the foulest
Spit in the face of cowards, drink Henny from a chalice
My strength that just, shake the walls of the palace
And I'm cut from the heavenly cloth, rose bearers
Drop petals at my feet when I walk
You know I carry that cross, kiss the ring and the boss
For snitch that wanna talk, yeah that things go off
You start to feel no remorse for the lies that's lost
Now you sing a sawed-off, that'll rip your limbs off
The homicide on the scene, yeah you line it in chalk
Buried in Ku Klux, while they still holding the pitchfork
Aiyo, live with the Prince of New York, the Pale Horse
And now he lit with his torch, burn diesel and never cough
Now I'm sitting in court, for aggrivated assault
Bitches asses, left the hospital on life support, come on
The lyrics of 9th Prince's Sour Diesel paint a picture of a world of drugs, violence, and power. The opening lines introduce a threat of violence, setting the tone for what's to come. The singer presents himself as a powerful and dangerous figure, referencing the late rapper Big L and the criminal charges he's facing. This sets up a sense of tension throughout the song, with the singer seemingly on the edge of exploding. The chorus establishes a theme of escapism through drug use, with the singer praising the effects of the powerful marijuana strain Sour Diesel.
The second verse continues to build upon the sense of danger and violence in the world of the singer. He references his connections to other powerful people, calling himself the Bottom Up CEO, LEO, and VP. He mocks those who are not in his position of power, calling them out for using drugs like Sour Diesel and cocaine. The verse ends with a chilling reference to the violent fate that awaits snitches and those who cross the singer.
Overall, the lyrics of Sour Diesel are a window into a dark and dangerous world of drugs, violence, and power. The singer positions himself as a powerful and dangerous figure, wielding his power and connections to maintain his grip on this world.
Line by Line Meaning
Say another muthafuckin' word, and this shit is over
If you say another word, we're done here
And I ain't playing, nigga
I'm not joking
Now, you ain't got no gun
You don't have a weapon
But where the weed at?
Where is the marijuana?
This is what it is right? Word, yeah
This is how it is, right?
This is what it's about, this is how it's going down?
Is this what we do around here?
Aiyo, I'm raw like Kane, blood stain the game
I'm like Kane, leaving my mark on the game
Revenge of the 9th Prince, selling like cocaine
I'm getting my revenge and succeeding like a drug dealer
Nobody knows my pain, strain on the brain
No one understands my struggle, it's mentally exhausting
Last nigga fronted, they found him slain
The last person who disrespected me was killed
In the gutter, niggas is slipping like butter
People are falling apart quickly
That's when I heard a utter, shut-shut the muthafucka
I heard someone say to shut up
I can't help it, the flow is so dangerous
I can't control how good my flow is
Ya'll the most lameless, living shameless
You're all shameless and lack any real character
Check out my guest watch, the diamonds on the bezel make the best watch
Look at my expensive watch with diamonds on it
Pray that you will know the time just like a clock
Hope you have a good sense of time
I want Jay-Z and Lil' Wayne's spot
I want to be as successful as Jay-Z and Lil' Wayne
I was always taught, hip hop was an art, so play it smart
I was taught that hip hop is art, so do it intelligently
Sour diesel niggas get high everyday
People use marijuana (sour diesel) every day
Niggas in the projects, every day, every way
People in the projects also use marijuana daily
You want a chick like mines, a whip like mines
You want a girl and car like mine
A four-fifth with a kit, that look like mines
A gun with a custom appearance like mine
That look like mines, he want a piece of the pie
He wants a share of my success
You want to go to Cinderella's and throw ones in the sky
You want to go to a strip club and throw money around
But you can't be I, big S-H-Y
But you can't be me
Got crazy niggas on payroll, like S.S.I.
I have dangerous people working for me
Think he really want drama, for the rest of your life
If you want to fight, it will cause problems for a long time
It ain't easy, being greasy, my neezy, believe me
It's difficult to be in this game, trust me
I got felonies, nigga, got Big L in me nigga
I have a criminal record and I'm inspired by Big L
So the cells in me, nigga, people taking my picture
My past is always with me and people are always watching me
The young God fisher, Bottom Up Militia
I'm a young, successful leader of the Bottom Up Militia
Getting richer and richer, and I'm a Staten Island nigga
I'm succeeding and proud to be from Staten Island
Should just be you, cuz you can't be
You should just be yourself because you can't be like me
Bottom Up C.E.O., L.E.O. VP
I'm the CEO, LEO, and VP of Bottom Up
Bottom Up C.E.O., L.E.O. VP
I'm the CEO, LEO, and VP of Bottom Up
I'm Bottom Up C.E.O., L.E.O. VP
I'm the CEO, LEO, and VP of Bottom Up
Ya'll must be blowing that sour, or sniffing that powder
You must be using drugs if you don't understand me
You see the Black Market logo, my flow is the foulest
You recognize my Black Market brand and know my flow is the best
Spit in the face of cowards, drink Henny from a chalice
I'm fearless and drink expensive liquor
My strength that just, shake the walls of the palace
I have so much power that I could shake the walls of the palace
And I'm cut from the heavenly cloth, rose bearers
I am unique and special, like the people who carry roses
Drop petals at my feet when I walk
People honor and respect me
You know I carry that cross, kiss the ring and the boss
You know I am important and powerful
For snitch that wanna talk, yeah that things go off
Anyone who snitches or talks about me will get hurt
You start to feel no remorse for the lies that's lost
You stop feeling guilty for misleading people
Now you sing a sawed-off, that'll rip your limbs off
Now you're carrying a dangerous weapon
The homicide on the scene, yeah you line it in chalk
If someone gets hurt, you'll see the evidence on the ground
Buried in Ku Klux, while they still holding the pitchfork
If someone dies, they'll be buried and forgotten
Aiyo, live with the Prince of New York, the Pale Horse
I am the Prince of New York and represent death
And now he lit with his torch, burn diesel and never cough
I'm smoking marijuana, feeling good, and not coughing
Now I'm sitting in court, for aggrivated assault
I'm in legal trouble for attacking someone
Bitches asses, left the hospital on life support, come on
I hurt someone so badly that they were on life support
Contributed by Julian J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.