| Aiyo, my legacy is here forever, always thinking clever
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| Plus tomorrow be better, smooth like Mayweather
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| The Prince of the Empire State, holding cake like it’s my wedding
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| Rocking that Killarmy, we the last armageddon
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| I’m from an era of Wu-Tang and Nas, Death Row and Bad Boy
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| Giving jobs to the umeployed, seek and destroy
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| And still live a life of joy
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| But back to the verbally sniper, shooting down biters
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| When I’m high, stay fly like skydivers, hover my ears around cadavers
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| Walk with a sabretooth tiger, I belong, to an organization of dart writers
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| Critics wanna hear me rhyme like I lost my mind
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| Like Spider-Man to the top I climb, no more life of crime
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| Only champagne bottles, tall models
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| We wine and dine but still on the grind
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| Yeah, the 9th Prince, One Man Army
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| True Master on the beat, rhyme grain, the concrete
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| We need this in the streets for the Lex, Beemers and Jeeps
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| Yo, so many stormy days so I smoke the haze
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| And stay John Blazed, through the dark age we on a rampage
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| Telepathic ways, I glaze when the sun blaze
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| Martial Law breaker, shout out to Heaven Razah
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| Get well, you’ll be home, Killarmy and Sunz of Man, we the Killarmy Platoon
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| Kidnap your goons and play a game of torture in a dark room
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| Niggas is screaming and letting out demons
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| Like Rakim for a microphone, I’m still fiending
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| Wake the fuck up or get broke the fuck up
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| You still dreaming, what is the meaning of life, can you live?
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| If you get struck in the heart with a sharp knife
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| Is she your, whore or wife, swim through darkness to get to the light
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| Twenty seven diamonds in my mic
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| For every MC, I took off the earth, now they in the dirt
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| Bullets went through my shirt but didn’t hurt
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| Sometimes with death I flirt, Star Trek trilogy
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| Like Star Wars, I be moving through your galaxy
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| Relax it’s me, 9th Prince and the Killarmy adversary, we ready to bury |