Lyrical Disaster Songtext / Lyric

Whatcha gonna do? We've swept this place

You've got nothing, nothing but your bloody knives

And your fancy karate gimmicks, we have guns

No, what you have are bullets

And the hope that when your guns are empty, I'm no longer standing

Because if I am, you'll all be dead before you've reloaded

That's impossible! Kill him

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know what it is, yo

Aiyo, staring at the blank piece of paper

Thinking how can I express my anger

First of all, any jail time, is hard labor

If I blow, my baby moms probably catch the vapors

I stand tall as a skyscraper

Head in the cloud like Air Force lasers, on Riker's Island

Niggas playing tag with razors, police gunning

I run it like the Portland Trail Blazers, but this ain't full court

It's more like verbal bloodsport, dope fiends coming up short

A few lines in my notebook, I write like I snort

But I don't get high, on my own supply

Transport us when they transport, Killarm' gun report

Vocabulary falling out my mouth piece, my wisdom is deep

Like Malcolm X when he speakers, four door bulletproof jeep

So when I creep through these dark streets

I leave niggas flat like slow leaks

Check that lyrical disaster, 9th Prince will mash ya

With that four-four automatic, niggas don't want static, yeah, yeah

Yeah, what what what, yeah you don't want no static, nigga

Check that lyrical disaster, 9th Prince will blast ya

With that four-four automatic, niggas don't want static, yeah, yeah

Yeah, what what what, yeah you don't want no static, nigga

Aiyo, I speak from old school days of gangstas with gold teeth

Jewel thieves, corporate thugs

Killas who put hands on former colleagues

Run up in your crib, put these hollow heads in your seeds

Iced out stop watch, I'm bringing 'em back

Time is moving fast, It's eleventh song, waving a mack

I sleep hazardous, with the AK-47 underneath my mattress

Me and my Killarm', we gang bang models and actresses

The black James Bond living lavish

My vision is clear, like daytime skylines

Cock it back, I watch the rhyme blast like a nine

My bars is bullets, pulvarize your spine

Caught up in the midst of crime, I had to do time

Back to the situation, with the God U Nation

Bust my gun on the devil's plantation

I'm a one time felon, put four in your melon

Leave your head swelling, now the hood call you Big Head Melvin

Criticize my life, I have niggas kidnap your babies, while I'm raping

This is a global warming, my rhyme rain acid rain whenever I'm brainstorming

Niggas be calling me the Transformer, because I be transforming

To the planet of stars, pretty bitches and fly cars

Freeing people from behind bars

I was sent by Allah, don't get it twisted, your face will get scarred

You will remember me, the rest of your life

I dig deep into your soul, like being cut by a sharp knife

All I do is meditate, all my life I had to set a nigga straight, no debate

Feel the hate, 9th Prince the God, so keep your faith

Shopping rocks on plates, supply the tri-state

New York demonstrate on how I illustrate

Stacking up G's the size of wedding cakes