Originators (9th Prince)

Yo, what up? This right here, is an explosion For all the radio stations Across United Nations United States Word up, turn this up right here Eh-yo.. It's the Prince Eh-yo, Originators became Gladiators God-body regulators with street educators I was born from the womb, I'm energy handlin Peep the creator of The Terminator 9th Prince rhyme slayer Stapleton Housing Projects, razors Machine gun blazers Ask your neighbors Jamiacan rum, no chaser Number one contender We can bust guns after dinner Last Man Standin, he's the winner Ghetto Prime Minister Desert Storm sk-masked Avengers We move like ninjas, in the winter Born skin Adonis Slugs to the stomach, blood gush like vomit Madman's bionic, check the rugged climate Bright like lightnin, Terrorist Islamic A ghetto superhero like Marvel Comics Vertical limits, fresh notebooks I write anthems for crooks Image, cross the line of scrimmage I shoot you in ya temple And leave ya face shattered with dimples Killarm' could never be so simple Cross My Heart and won't die 'til ya ass is crippled In a wheelchair Kneecap raps, flashbacks of Digital Warfare {*echoes* Word up, I wanna say what up To those who copped our first and second album Y'all real troups out there Yo.. aight? Eh-yo my alliance run through club cheetahs Rusty Heaterz that bust like lyrical heat seekers Through the speakers, non-believers are deceivers Do the media, lyrics try to teach ya A walk through Harlem like Black Ceaser Razor blade stashed inside a sole of my sneaker Ill graphics, far from a savage The streets is wicked like Halloween havoc Little children with automatics Imagine baby's drive-bys in a carriage Rap busters like Peter Pan Or built like Sandman on a desert land I'm from Shaolin, my sword is a mic stand Used to swoll ya glands, 9th Prince'll take command Of the stage, my heart pumps rage Like a jungle lion trapped inside a cage I free the slaves through the +Airwaves+ A Hot 97 airplay All my real soldiers, raise ya AK's and hand grenades Word the fuck up The 9th Prism The new millenium Peace and blessins to all the 5 Boroughs Brooklyn, Manhatten, Staten Word up, Queens, you know? Long Island, up state, Connecticut The whole tri-state, New Jerz' Peace and blessins to Killarm' We armed and dangerous For real, the new millenium Get ready, one love Two guns, three lives