Lirieke: Nine. Ahh Shit.

Ah, man, this shit is ill
Ah, this shit is butter right here kid
This that old flav kid

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 dread lock
I got mad intelligence, so it just won't stop
You could never in your life slice a brick with a butter knife
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

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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 cross fade on your jawline
Understand, Nine is Optimus Prime
Follow the leader with the speed of a cheetah
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

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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 up that ass

Leave you brainless when I pull out the stainless steel
Word life son, ahh, shit is real

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