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1. _ Ta Rasss
[nine]
Ta rasss, who you think you playin with?
It's the nine and i'm on some old word to jah type shit
Flavor, spits from the larynx, check cd's
Cassettes, brings checks up in my rest
Mirror, mirror - sit 'pon wall!
Who comes down with true wicked - yes y'all!
Membranes, them haffa ? from egg
Still i'm full of lead, i-ah leave nuff man dead
I possess finesse, wear vest 'pon chest
Pack glock in waist for, whoeva won test
Six million ways to die - chose one!
Razor blade, cyanide, and de one shotgun
Just to name a few, i-ah mash up your crew
Here it comes, microphone check, one two!
We can get wicked whether night or day
Nine, nine, come out and play!
Chorus: repeat 2x
Ta rasss! all i need is power-u
The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew
Ta rasss! all i need is power-u
The mic, crazy cash, a twist, and a brew
[nine]
I get high like fuckin helicopters
And when i get home i peel off my silk boxers
Wash my nuts, scratch my ass, what the fuck is up?
Check the cash in the stash
Mc's are fleas, to nine
I make cheese like thieves, nigga please!
Open sesame, don't test me
I'll shove my balls in your mouth, you look like dizzy gillespie
For those who wave they arm, i'ma hack it off
With the weed whacker, and then back smack ya, carjack ya
Run you down with a tractor!
You a actor, tryin to play my part with no fuckin heart
You the tin man... nigga!
Go see the wizard of oz or kick the can
Damn, now i am the man the only man
With a sound that pounds like gunshots in weed spots
The only thing she gettin is big.. cock..
When i push and i push in that wet.. spot..
How she like it? how she like it? she like it a lot
Cause i'm thick and i hit that g.. spot..
Chorus
[nine]
I got cash, crazy cash, i stash hash
In the crack of my ass, then i dash, quick fast
I blast, mc's don't last, i move fast
Like cigarette ash, they drop, on the grass, through the glass
I see, asses i must pass, then i crash and cut
Like grandmaster flash at early mass!
The monster mash bump uglies like car crash
I'm like, everlast, _jump around_ when i *bust* that ass
Laugh last, laugh best, who you won test?
I'll make a mess on your girlfriend's dress
Then bless the buddha, put away the sixteen shot shooter
Cause i ain't new ta, who da?
Hell is gonna question the _redrum_ master himself
Yeah, i blow ta rasss off the top shelf
Ta rasss.. all respect goes out
To krs-one, primo, ralph mcdaniels, sluggy ranks
Redman, method man, ill al skratch
Tha alkaholiks - j-ro, my nigga!
And that's how i'ma leave you on this note right here
If you frontin, on the n-i-n-e
I bring ta rasss.. mad noise, and let you recognize!
It's my turn now! (ta rasss)
Ta rasss!
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2. _ Ahh Shit
* lighter flicked * * herbals inhaled *
* some coughing * * speaking through weed *
Ahh man, this shit is ill
Ahh this shit is butter right here kid
This that old flav kid
[nine]
I enter the room with the bang and the boom
And the tune where heat fumes, hot like june
I represent the bronx to the fullest, new york is the essence
I've been writin rhymes since my adolescence
Hip-hop gives me love and i give it right back
If your shit is wack i must attack
Send lead to your head oh what a bloody mess it's gon' be
That's the flav, when a rapper tries to step to an mc
My skills are grown like a dreadlock
I got mad intelligence, so it just won't stop!
You could never in your life slice a brick with a butterknife
You're livin trife, that's aight, my crew loves to fight
Bring the noise, and watch me turn down the volume
Like chicka-pow, buck buck buck, chicka-boom!
Not the one to step to, not the one to test
It'll be a bloody mess
Chorus: nine {sing-song, with his crew}
Yo that's that ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!]
Yo that's that ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!
C'mon, c'mon! [ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!]
[nine]
I get mad when niggaz try to play me like i'm stupid
I start shootin like a revolution, or cupid
I don't miss, infrared type thing goin on
I drop a bomb like hiroshima with my nina
Then move my razor blade like a crossfade on your jawline
Understand, nine is optimus prime
Follow the leader with the speed of, a cheetar
You want a fair one nigga? put up your dick beater
Your hands are flesh and bone, my hands are flesh bone
Everybody bleeds, but some fear vocal tones
The devil didn't make me do it, you made me do it
You're spreadin rumors like a bitch
So i cut off your switch
Left you bleedin, and needin
Medical attention with a hole in your head, i forgot to mention
I react like a rattlesnake when under stress
It'll be a fuckin mess
Chorus
[nine]
Who's the soul survivor, who gets liver than the
Numba won contender, nine that's me, real mc from the boogie down b
Underrated suckers hated the fact that i woke up like king tut
Recognize that you're butt!
Cut the crap, my rap as old as dirt, you get hurt
I fill in blanks like piranhas in goldfish tanks
Niggaz is walkin the plank off the empire state building
I broadcast, quick fast, to fuck that ass!
Leave you brainless when i pull out the stainless steel
Word life son, ahh, shit is real..
[ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!]
[ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!]
[ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!]
[ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!]
[ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!] *music starts to fade*
[ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!]
[ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!]
[ahhh-ahhh-ahhh-ahh shit, shit!]
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3. _ Ova Confident
"who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)
Run for the hills, but there's no escape
>from a cd, my wax, my fat cassette tape
I'm great, like alexander, or nearly gets real
When i hold a piece of steel and tell you how i feel
All over, toes are tapping, bronx, brooklyn, island of staten
Manhattan, queens, south central, compton, watts
Miami, atlanta, i blow up mad spots
My name is nine, recognize, remember you're too tender
To get slick with the number one contender
I flow like diareahha when i'm dropping shit
Mama mia, ain't no cure for the pure lyrical gonnorhea
Overconfidence is popping
I'm like the hourglass, turn me over and i still keep dropping
That old nine flavor continues to pay the rent
After you hear me you won't be so overconfident
"who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)
I hate to bust your bubble, but every single rapper's in trouble
I'm crazier than ever
I'm hungrier like a shark in the ocean full of legs after dark
I'm a tear shit apart, pull more strings than a harp
I'm cocky, like that, you know the time
Check the little hand, the big hand, tell me what you see
Nine o'clock on the f-ing dot
Pop goes the gat and if you ever knew me you'd remember that
Old school, new school, ain't nobody safe
New york to la, i'm all over the place
Crazy gear like a clutch, i'm the most
When i touch the microphone your overcofidence is ghost
It's "outta here" like the $5000 loveseat
Egos crush when i'm rhyming to the beat
You attempt to fade me and hit me with a dent
So i'm stepping to you money cause i think you're overconfident
"who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)
You thought you was the man, bad news kid
I never heard of you, or the bullshit you claim you did
You're phoney, full of baloney, like oscay meyer
The weiner, your style is artificial like purina
Cat chow, meow, i'm on the prowl like thurston howl
And been on the island with mad cash, official cow
I got rhymes like you got bullshit
So you know my repotoire is thick with intice spits
Lyrically i'm so amazing like luther
I hit the stage and get ugly like medusa
And no place for delf, i ain't slamming
If it's with the real hip-hop, then it's props that i'm demanding, understanding
My potential, hollowtip lyrics
I'm shooting, aiming at your motherfucking mental
I'll leave you in a state of confusion, brain dead and stuck up
In other words all fucked up
"who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)
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4. _ Fo 'eva Blunted
There's death in the air, my eyes are bloodshot red.
I'm forever blunted so i don't care.
Word to my nappy black hair, it's the year of the leader,
A follower's a dummy, he'll die alone with no fuckin' money;
All alone in his crib lookin' out the window, while the wind blow,
Playin' nintendo.
Jackin' off, shit like that's not happenin',
Hands are clappin, toes are tappin', niggas is rappin'!
(who the fuck are you?) yo, i'm the nine. forever blunted, always hunted,
In my prime.
My skills have grown like a fungus to make gs in the hundreds,
As the tongue gets wicked, i kick it.
On the ave, with my niggas, passin' c-notes,
Guzzlin' 40s wrapped in brown paper bags; loadin' up mags, 5-0 patrols,
I'm still blunted, still hunted, still don't know what the fuck he wanted.
Jumped out the blue-and-white with that bullshit stick in his grip tight,
I ain't in the mood tonight.
Forever stressin', make a nigga want to pull his smith-n-wesson...
(redrum!) no question.
That shit be makin' your screws loose and like an old shopping cart,
We ain't tin men, niggas got heart!
Like my nigga noble and my nigga troy,
Strong, real brothers with balls get 9-1-1 calls.
When shit hits the fan, there i stand with my blunt and my glock in my hand,
What's the plan?
We bum rushin' all snakes and devils no matter their color,
We're the next generation of rebels.
Hard-headed, undisciplined and ruthless, you'll wind up toothless,
The wanted, forever blunted...
[banging on door, phone ringing]
(damn, man, who the fuck was that, man? niggas is bangin' on the door, fuckin'
Game is on, fuckin' kid is cryin. i'm stressed, man, damn! i need a blunt
Now!)
Check the flav, don't misbehave.
On my block, you'll get shot when you see the infrared dot,
And hear the glock pop, you'll drop like rain in mad pain,
When a nigga got nothin' to lose, a nigga goes insane.
Mad heads on the ave scramblin', some gamblin',
As i see it, shit beats panhandlin':
A quarter here, a quarter there, see i told you that's why we murder,
Ya either fight for your right or you're fucked like bertha.
It's silly, here comes the sequel:
You can get drunk as a skunk, but weed's illegal.
I'm forever blunted anyway, i don't give a fuck what uncle sam say,
Okay, let's parlay.
Ease on down the project block and make some noise,
Wake up the neighborhood pumpin' beats, it's all good.
Spark a blizz-nut, lamp on the project bench, here comes 5-0 again,
You know the monkey wrench.
Fuckin' up a nigga's fun is always illin',
Step the fuck off, flat foot, we chillin'.
You don't live here anyway, take your ass back to scarsdale,
Before i hit you with this garbage pail.
Mad stress...thank god for the buddha bless, now it's off my chest.
Until tomorrow, it'll happen again, i'll still be hunted, i'll still be wanted,
So i'm fo 'eva blunted...
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5. _ Intro (death Of A Demo)
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6. _ Rataliate
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7. _ Redrum
Must be the chronic that got these nigga thinkin they bionic
They better get the hell of that gin and tonic
Bring the blues, i shatter and batter crews
Can't lose, don't snooze on the 30 shot
Who's on my my hip when i leave my residence
Get me fed i spit lead and leave u dead like presidents
Shit is silly, bust the sequel
I'm runnin from the cops and still gotta watch for my own people
Stress leads me down the path of redrum
Smart enough get some mad enough take some
Want some, need some, fuck around and bleed some
Don't get dumb, i'll beat that ass like a drum
Hostility is buildin on a daily basis
Sick of all the nonsense save the mean faces, i aint scared
Of you
My glock erases wrinkles leavin expressions of pain
Can't think with a bullet in your f'n brain
I hop skip and jump bail
I aint goin upstate again
I'm in the alley hidin in a garbage pail
Peep the style of the runaway child
Livin wild, poppin stick like noon now
Ooh child, things aint gettin no easier
My hair is gettin peazier, i'm lovin it don't worry
Be nappy on the regular, live long and prosper
Get yours, love your mom, safe sex, etc...
The streets are filled with temptaion and madd sin
The last thing we need is saint ives
Suicide on the rise, everybody think they uzi weighs a tonne
Shit's gettin hectic, too much redrum
Chorus (x3)
Everybody wan heaven, them not wan dead
Redrum
99 bottles of beer on the wall all u need is 2 niggas
To drink them all
And start illin, think about killin a villain on your way to hell, where sa-tan dwell
Can't tell who's good or bad
Who's got love, or who's jealous
Who's sceamin, who's the angel
Who's the demon, who's the nigga fiendin
Mass confusion over illusions, brothers cruisin
With the shotty, la de da de, they came to party
Ready to lick shots like lollipops
On blocks it's hot, anybody can get shot even cops
When it rains it pours, bullets have no names
It puts a strain on my brain, as i try to maintain
It's drivin me crazy but i can walk from here
I feel close to insane, i gots no fear
My mental is scrambled like eggs
It fucks me up, everytime i see a black man when he begs
Washin windows, tap dancin, prancin, struttin
Most of the time people give his ass nuttin!
A quarter here, a quarter there, now u know why we murda
Bein homeless, to me is unheard of
I'll do whatever i gotta do
And if i get locked then i got 3 hots and cot true
But jail cells are full with niggas, every day
Mayday, they're gotta be a better way
To make it is easy, to keep it is the hard shit
U need some lessons to move on up like the jefferson's
Some aim teks to get respect, where rolex'
Drive a phat lex around the projects
Flexin and plexin until they catch a dum-dum slug
Shit is bugged on the streets, too much redrum
Chorus (x6)
Everybody wan heaven... heaven....
Redrum
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8. _ Everybody Won Heaven
"redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"every.."
[nine]
Must be the chronic, nah fuck that
New track, new rap, that's how i'm comin at you black
One for the incredible, original
Lyrical, spiritual, buddha blessed it, manifested
With development, but not arrested
Highly intellectual, with the inner flesh shit
I'm hittin like the raindrops, fallin from skies
When god cries, as the chosen man on stolen land dies
Eyeees red, from inhalin herbs from cannabis plants
The need for many grands got me scramblin like ants
I'm like, underdog, in a world of cats
Too many to chase, so i own many gats
I'm the nine with the tongue like a dragon
Braids on my head on the regular, pants saggin
Toes i be taggin, i'm raggin, rappers, suckers
I rock more jams smuckers, stompin like chuckers
Motherfuckers know my style, my steelo
I flip like a kilo
I'm sicker than a ham and cheese hero
No shame in my game up my sleeves no types of tricks
This is redrum the remix!
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
[nine]
There's still 99 bottles of beer on the wall, and
Still it takes two niggaz to drink them all
Yes y'all i crawl and creep, jump out of a jeep
Pull you off your feet, leave you in the street, incomplete
Like dat, i'm ill for the dollar bill i will kill
On the hill in brownsville, and blow your ass to peteskil
Chill, until we show love for real
I only trust my steel, i ain't the one to peel with the raw deal
Sometimes a psycho, never let the mic go
I flow like the blood in nile when moses went buckwild
So don't mess sonny, you dummy
Your rap style is crummy, my voice is dirty and bummy
Your honey, is checkin me now, i'm on the prowl
So money, let me hold her for a little while
I'll send her back, cause i ain't keepin no hoe who wants my dough
Met her at my show i bust her drawers on the down low
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
[nine]
Lord have mercy, i heard you wan' jerk me
But you cyan't do dat, son i thought you knew that
My style is wicked, feelin the potential
Switchin up my flow and fuckin with your mental
Me non-stop, until me rule hip-hop, blaow bloaw
Me non-stop until me rule hip-hop
Me non-stop, until me rule hip-hop, blaow bloaw
Me non-stop until me rule hip-hop
Cease and seckle with the blood clot cryin
Let me take a verse from the one mad lion
"too many suckers, and not eonugh time
To buck em all down with one clip from me nine"
Me comin a one, me comin a two, me comin a three, me comin a four
Me comin to rip, me comin to kick, me comin to stick down your door
Remember.. to let me in when i come in
Or else get a taste of redrum
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"redrum"
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"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
"everybody won heaven?" "redrum"
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9. _ Peel
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel" (2x)
[nine]
I'm pullin up on the scene in my limousine
Pocket full of green, voice full of mean
Rhymes out the ass plus i'm fast at freestyle
Get a lil wild and profile my ill style
Numba won contender that's me, n-i-n-e
Nine i'm prime-time, paid and livin lovely
Messin heads up who thought i was wack or just a-ight
Nahhhh, i'm one of the best to ever touch a mic
Soon to be shown, soon to be proved
By the album take it home put the needle to the groove
See what i'm sayin - mad originality
Recognize give props and shape the ground til it'll fit me
You won't be around another second
When i'm wreckin deadly mic-checkin armageddeon off i'm lettin
I wet you like microwave pizza in the blender
It's written on my face, numba won contender
Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
[nine]
Eardrums pop when the voice drops
Deep like the bottom of the pit lyrics i spit like a grit
Shit, i couldn't stop if i wanted to i'm warnin you
I'm dispatchin, i get a little warmer than you
Grey skies are callin you, i'm all in you
Up in that ass like a homo, check the promo
Now that's flippin the script, whatchu flippin?
On the 4-oh-z i'm sippin, no time for trippin
There's money to be made in this trade
Gotta blow up like jack jack jack +jack of spades+
No question, i'm just like nas with smith and wesson
Except you comin out your skin when i say start undressin
Give me e'rything, from cash to ring to razor blade
That you had up in sing-sing
All in all i'm rushin like alabama
So nigga peel like a banana
Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
[nine]
Deeper than i was last time
I get deeper everytime i rhyme
Deeper, deeper, jeepers, creepers
Where'd you get them eyes?
Suprise, i'm wise to the game
Fame don't pay bills, skills pay bills
You still wanna test me, try to molest me
Numba won contender, soon to be the best b
Can't +arrest+ me, not the +development+ of _tennessee_
Mad drunk off the hennessey, remember me
(what more can i want?) and when it comes to rhymes and guns
(got em all) it's real like that, pop goes the gat
Pockets mad fat, hoes in the back
Jim hats in the pockets, gun in the waistband
Now who's the man nigga, now who's the man?!
Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
Peel nigguh, peel!
"gimme that crown you're wearin or feel blue steel"
[nine]
Bob lewis makin niggaz peel
Bob lewis makin niggaz peel
Al blount makin niggaz peel
Al blount makin niggaz peel
Fed productions makin niggaz peel
Fed productions makin niggaz peel
You know the nine is makin niggaz peel
You know the nine is makin niggaz peel
Peel!
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10. _ Any Emcee
"any mc that disagree with me, wave your arms" -> rakim
* repeat 8x *
[nine]
Rat-a-tat-tat, it's the nappy black cat with no hat
Back to chat like super cat with my format black
Attack a track like ali with no gloves
Pussy shoved to rise above nonsense, lyrics are able
Turntable spins, round and round we go
Goin for delf, you know, dolo, with a ill flow yo!
"whutcha want nine?" told you, fat beats like this
A pocket full of grip, mic in my fist, no bullshit
I'm all that and then some, hon blow up like a shotgun
Any mc that disagree is done, you best run
I creep and i crawl and i yes and i y'all
And i refuse to fall, so all in all
The god works hard, i practice my verbal gymnastics
To get your girl on my mattress
I love to hit it hard from the back
I'm the man with the plan you can't disagree with that
"any mc that disagree with me, wave your arms" -> rakim
* repeat 8x *
[nine]
The last mc to disagree is now history
No longer an mc, he is now pc
I'm real and real mc's know that
Only fake mc's disagree, that's why they wack!
I do em somethin terrible, i'm incredible
Like the edible egg, arm leg leg arm head
Who's the dread that said boom da da?
It's flavor it don't matter, swing batta, swing batta
Knock em out the park, after dark i spark l's
Write rhymes to exercise my brain cells, count the cash in my stash
Cash money money money -- i need
I got a seed to feed and like most a touch of greed
Gettin paid completes the cypher
Bein broke is like havin no blunts, just a lighter
It's about the dead prez in the 9's
And i am the nine, gettin mine, no crime
* dj cuts and scratches the rakim sample *
"any mc that disagree with me, wave your arms" -> rakim
* repeat 4x *
[nine]
I came a long way like virginia slims
From beatdown timbs to co-op cribs and jeeps with rims
From fo' chicken wings and rice
To lobster with champagne, no ice now everything is lovely a-ight?
Nuttin can stop me now, i'm on the prowl
You can play the indian but there's no how
I'm the one and only incredible original nine
Like the sun will shine, i will always rhyme
Like pam grier is fine, i gets mine like two nickels
Is a dime, primetime like a new crime
The church bells will chime when i stand at the pulpit
And like erick give a sermon, mad money i'm earnin
Remember, the saint ain't as great as the sinner
Like c. boogie brown i was born on the 19th day of september
Nine!!!!!! the numba one contender!
"any mc that disagree with me, wave your arms" -> rakim
* repeat 8x *
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11. _ Tha Cypha
[nine]
I enter, the center of the cypha
Blunts and lighter, the ruff rhyme writer nine
Skills up the koolu, i do you like voodoo
Pins in the mojo, oh no!
Eyes are red, i'm high again
You wan' try again, die again my friend, one less than ten
Eight plus one me, n-i-n-e
Name up in lights g, i'm hype g, all night g
Can't no man step in my cypha
(heard up, word up!) pay the piper
Who rocks the party? nine rocks the party
Make you move your body, in trunks like john gotti
I got the strength of ten mc's on steroids
Rappers are paranoid, my cypha ain't a safe place to be g
I cruise avenues, stomp blue suede shoes
I can't lose, mashin crews to pay my dues
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
[nine]
One sucker, two sucker, three suckers, fo' suckers
Bring mo' suckers, punk muh'fuckers
Talkin bout you can't feel my style, i can't feel you either
But i bet yo' ass feel this meat cleaver
(swing swing swing, chop chop!) you gonna drop
I can't wait to see you fall off, in the pig slop
Pop, went the gat, drop, went the fat
Slob that tried to diss, nah nigga can touch this
Cheese-eatin, tapdancin sambo - don't push your luck
Brand new nigga and i will go rambo (pow)
Tryin to break my cypha is suicide
+passin me by+ like i'm the pharcyde
Give respect, recognize, give props where props are due
Before me and my crew come and murder you
This ain't no game, it's about eatin, payin rent
And (tings like dat) you nah wan' test me black
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
[nine]
Game recognize game all the time
Who's your man, with the wack ass rhyme?
You must be stupid, i was doin this before you hit
Puberty, you think your style's original - it ain't new to me
Save it, for david, easy back it up
I got o.j. simpson's knife right at your gut
I do you like your name was nicole
When i roll headspins niggaz drop like ronald goldman
My cypha's complete without you your wack crew
Your wack beats, nine moves feets
Act like you know homo -- i get around
Nine comes back like a pro
Ich, ni, son, shi, mc's, can't touch me
No matter how much weight you push you're still lighter
When you enter my cypha
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
The cypha
"get frisked, just in order to get in.."
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12. _ Hit Em Like Dis
[nine] aiyyo whattup son how you feelin kid?
[frog] aiyyo man yo i'm killin
Yo i was coolin on the corner the other day man
Kid said, "yo how you gonna hit em man?"
They don't know know how you gonna hit em kid
They think you, y'know, you're not in this kid
[nine] yea yo son, i'ma hit em real ill kid
You know what i'ma do
[frog] aiyyo man just tell me how you gon' hit em son
Chorus: nine and 'froggy frog' (repeat 2x)
[nine] hit em like dis, hit em like dat
Hit em wit da real, let em know how you feel
[frog] hit em like dis - ribbit, hit em like dat - ribbit
Hit em wit da real, let em know you feel - ribbit
['mc froggy frog']
One - ribbit, two - ribbit
The froggy frog is ribbitin, all over the place when i'm kickin
And - ribbit, make you wanna hop jump pump mine
Ribbit - yo nine, ribbit - hit it
[nine]
I hit the wall like a wrecking ball
When i yes y'all, i stand tall, it's a free for all
You don't understand how i feel when i see that
Screen and i see that screen and i fiend!
['mc froggy frog']
Ribbit - i don't think you ready for the ribbit - steady flow
Ribbit - i came to go - ribbit rambo
With the greatest ribbit - afro i got ribbit - toe
To ribbit - toe, act like you ribbit - know
[nine]
I huff and i puff and blow marijuana smoke
I go for broke, i ain't no joke!
I'm massive, skills up the cooloo
Nine rises, like the sunshine, i'm cuckoo
Chorus: {reverse mc order}
[nine]
It's flavor, neighbor, next door, hardcore
Like bolivian, white powder, i'm raw
Crazy original, still the incredible imperial
Lyricist, can't nobody see this!
['mc froggy frog']
I'm sittin on the lilypad - ribbit
A fly goes by and i - ribbit - snatch it out the - ribbit - sky
Why would you - ribbit - try, you must want to - ribbit - die
Pass the - ribbit, pass the - ribbit, thai!
[nine]
I'm gettin open off the hip-hop
Boots i knock like a pervert, more casanova than levert
So sweat me like a shirt, i'm goin bezerk
Like dj red alert
['mc froggy frog']
Ribbit! it's that ribbit-guy, that you can't get a
Ribbit - nuff of, i came to puff enough - ribbit - funky stuff up
Don't bite the nine or the - ribbit - froggy frog
Keep bitin that - ribbit - "atomic dog"
[nine]
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Bow wow yippie yo yippie yay
['mc froggy frog']
Bow wow -ribbit- yippie yo -ribbit- yippie yay
Bow wow -ribbiy- yippie yay
Chorus
['mc froggy frog']
I got - ribbit flavor, it's ribbit - major
I rip for the cause, ribbit - pause
Ribbit - bring it back, froggy frog the - ribbit revel
You dig me like a - ribbit shovel
I'm on another - ribbit level
One for the ribbit - bass, two fir the ribbit - treble
[nine]
I am the nine, and you are not
I flip the script, sell like a crack rock
I flip the script, you flip nuttin
Now who is the rudebwoy numba won raggamuffin?
['mc froggy frog']
Raggamuffin - ribbit, ragamuffin - ribbit
Ribbit - six million ways to - ribbit - die
I'm gettin - ribbit - high, drivin the - ribbit - 4x4
On the mountain, ribbit - steady bouncin
[nine]
It's nine and froggy frog hittin you thick
Like a london fog dog
You can't see what i can see
So me hafa bring back, the pure bronx, poetry!
Chorus: {reverse mc order}
[nine]
Like dat in nine-five, and all that good stuff, nine
['mc froggy frog']
And yo this is ribbit - froggy frog
And yo we just came real ill kid!
[nine]
Word recognize, peace
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13. _ Da Fundamentalz
[nine]
I waste mc's like time
Who wanna know the incredible original nine
Burnin mc's at degrees of five-hundred farenheit
Drop em back to celsius, lord help me it's insane
Pop like tops on 40 o-z's
Make cheese, while you sweat me for the proceeds
I survived cause i strived
Then i cock back my fist and punch out ya insides
Who's left, cause nine got rights
I squeeze tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)
One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun, baby
I'm tired of playing all these games
It seems like i-yah can't get time out anymore
My name is nine and your name is mud
When i come down, i-yah haffa come down raw
Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the nine my style is fat
Just say, no, no, sucker mc's know they rhymes are wack
Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see whatcha got
Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop
Oh lord, i got the drop, shot the blood claat
Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gat
Still fat, still black
I still rap, and yo' ass is still wack
Who's that nigga with the booyaka?
It's the one and only nine and i'm doin ya
Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce g
Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me
(check one check two check tree)
Check as many as you want, but come check me, n-i-n-e
Chorus: nine (repeat 2x)
Oh god i got da fundamentalz
Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental
Oh god i got da fundamentalz
Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental
[nine]
Rock, the body body, rock the body body
Nine wants a hottie that treats me like i'm daddy daddy
The format i use, steps on blue suede shoes
I guzzle brews then mic check one two
I shake and bake the world, rearrange
Like the chemical jheri curl, drink til i earl
*throws up* excuse me, where was i? stay fly
Never ran, never will, do or die
Chocolate thai got me lifted
No mistake, hit like a earthquake, son i'm gifted
N-i-n-e, came up in lights
I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes
Niggaz know my steelo i'm 40 below
Deep flow, act like you fuckin know
Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic screens
Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend i'm mean like joe greene
Down with a team, on point like the damn laser beam
It ain't no fuckin dream
I pull styles out my ass like doodoo (shit)
Nine makes mc's quick quick flick the bic to the izz
Light, pull smoke, blow it in your area
With jaws, like a pitbull terrier
I attack instrumentals with fundamentalz
Off the head, no pen, no paper, no pencils
With the device i'm nice, if the price is right
I tear the motherfucker up all night
Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a dang
I got slang like wu-tang not many can hang
Chorus
[nine]
For those who are unaware
This is another fed production warning
To all wack, sucker ass, punk ass crews
And all you industry niggaz who was sleeping
Now's your wake-up call, punk..
Bob lewis, nine, tony stoute, al blount
The crew, is in effect
You cannot stop this
Protect your fuckin neck
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14. _ Who U Won Test
Intro/chorus: repeat 4x
Who you won test, me have a champion style
Verse one:
Meet the mic controller, the philly roller, the wicked one
Sun rude bwoy come rhymes off top the head
Said what i said and did what i did
Never catch another bid, create rubbers and slid
I'm out of there, ghost evaporate vanish
Callate la voca if need be i'm spanish
No habla ingles, police ask questions
I don't know nuttin, ain't nuttin happening, stop stressing
I'm headed down the alleyway
With the smith on my hip, shank in my hand, who's the man
You won test, who me?
I think you better back up and chill, g
Don't make me mad boy, don't even try
Eyah got skills, eyah smoke mad thai
You steppin to a brother who been through it all
My freestyle is wild you nah won test my yes y'all
You think you got flavor to match?
You can get a smack for that, black
Chorus
Verse two:
Nobody can do it
You runnin out of gas sun, leakin much fluid
I'm hungry like jack two inches away from a big mac
Then buck buck buck
Take that witcha on the way down, so you don't feel the ground
When you hit, and your head splits, fuck all that bullshit
It's hectic, respect it, the dialect, i come
Original, the intellect, refuses to tongue twist
So don't tell me naythan
Me have a champion style, hardcore with a taste of jamaican
You steppin to the wrong one the nine is the seed of jesus
I get loose on ninety proof
Fatter than a bubble goose, unpredictable
You never know what i'm going to say after i say
What i say when i say what i say when i play, next?!?
There it is, who you won test
Interlude:
The deceased resented the fact, and told him off in no uncertain terms
He still kept coming, he identified himself, and then drew his revolver
Chorus
Verse three:
Cream of the crop nonstop hip-hop
Funky stuff rough enough to, break up the handcuffs
Scuff a cream puff like an old pair of boots
When the nine millimeter shoots the gift i was born with
Who's that, with the booby trap, poisoning rap
With the wack bullcrap, we can't have that
Shut him down, i'm underground
And if my sound hits the airwaves of pop, it'll still be hip-hop
No samples from barry manilow
Strictly timbo, you know, the whole 40 below
That's how i'm rollin in the nines
Nine-five, nine-six, nine-seven to get mines
Outro:
Yeah i'm sending this out to all you bigmouth
Knucklehead suckers that was talkin all that garbage
I am the man, who you won test, punk?
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15. _ Whutcha Want?
Verse one:
I gets banned if i do gets banned if i don't
So sometimes i will and sometimes i won't
Puff mad stick crack a forty down the back
Sit fat and relax and plan my attack
Not the one to test i posess mad finesse
My buddha was blessed one bird in the nest
Chills with my peeps steady bouncing in jeeps
On the new york streets hittin urban concrete
I'm the man untestable, with the extraterrestrial flow
Fo'-fifty-fix celo, pop the top off the forty ounce bottle
I'm not the one to follow, i'm not the role model
Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my glock
Only spits when i react to the bullshit
So give me room to breathe and get up off deez
And save the confessions for jeesuz
Plus i don't need to hear no sorrow
Eff it, the sun will still come out tomorrow
Long as i'm breathing, needing, even like steven
Achieving, gettin some cheese and
Representin lovely, boogie down bronx major
With the project flavor, i made ya, daze ya
My behavior is mad ill if you front
You know what i want!
Chorus:
(whutcha want nine?) fat beats for my rides
(so whutcha want nine?) mad clips for my nines
(so whutcha want nine?) a ill posse
And my name up in lights, n-i-n-e
Verse two:
I'ma let you know how i feel on the real
I pack steel it's like a jungle makes me wonder where my eel is
Hits the bricks skips the dog shit complete in my cipher
Temper like rowdy rowdy piper, hyper like a viper
I'ma strike if i got it goin for the jugular
Stretch you like a copper
Stoppah, stoppah, but you can't stop me
Just clock me, just watch me blow up the spot g
Came a long way from, back in the day
We did it for no pay, just rhymin hit the hay and
Sleep, wake up, write another rhyme
Hit the park after dark drop the beat one time
That's when shit was real, no phonies no baloney
Just the homemade mics and wheels of steel
Backup from the roof, amp plugged in the street light
Everything right, jam over a street fight
Back to the lab i grab my pen and pad
Raw lyrics make a fleuredoscad
Had no dinero, enough get fo' chicken wings and rice
A forty ounce a nickel bag to get nice
And now i might make a million, and still son
It makes the heart pump, you know what i want
Chorus
Verse three:
Be like elmer j. fudd with the mansion and the yacht
Brand new glock non-stop hip-hop
Remote control boombox lampin on my dresser
The god ain't no lesser as the pressure comes to test ya
Hundred pound weight around the neck, daily
Nuff treasons nuff reasons like philip bailey
Can't get enough of that funky stuff
Rhymin astronomical, original, shit is phenomenal
Heat up the ghetto put the pedal to the metal
Speed like racer treat you like a wack rhyme and erase ya
Right off the pape i roll a big fat spliff
Four-fifth on the hip, heineken in the grip shit i'm ready
Get the keys for the jeep, let's bounce
Cruise avenues, get some brews and sing the blues with the
Funkmaster flex cassette in the deck
I'm in effect i move my neck while son gets wreck
Oh what a feeling, i'm on the wheels of steel and
I snatch up some skins for some sexual healing
Erything's kosher copasctetic, groovy hip-hop moves me
Soothes me, i'm letting off like an uzi
But first steps a doozy and bruise me
Now i'm choosy before i start to freak it like a floozy
I wanna get big get paid true stunt
You know what i want!
Chorus
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