| It’s time right here, Word up
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| What the fuck son, You niggas don’t know
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| Show you the door, Yo, Yo
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| Yeah, What, A nigga know it’s on right
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| Yall niggas ain’t know son
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| What the fuck, Yo, Yo, Yo, Yo…
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| Synonyms or antonyms I use as verbal venoms
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| My rap terrorism, journalism or vandalism
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| 9th Prism terrorizing victims
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| Wu organism, pillaging like the pilgrims
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| 9th Prince wisdom is like a poisonous virus venom
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| Bionic venom attack the minds of the victims
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| Intimate portrait of a killer blood spiller, iller rhyme spitter
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| Verbal holocaust, The unexplained by Prince Hitler
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| My sword is a tongue used to unhung the young, Third rock from the sun
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| Shocks run through your body from the veins of my verbal stun gun
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| The black gun man, I murder like a cowboy from Dallas
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| Tune into global war with Mike Wallace
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| Today’s forecast is raining cats and dogs, Open up the catalogue
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| It’s filled with sweat hogs, Local street muts
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| Sending niggas to the morgue, I’m on point like a hit man schedule
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| Night of the generals, Kidnap the emeralds
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| Verbal king emperor, Rhyme prime minister
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| My code name in 9th Prince of thieves slash axe murderer
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| Anthrax, Tracks on wax, Crack cocaine raps
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| I’ll blow a hole in your back with the lyrical mack
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| Saddam slang reins like hurricanes, Purple Rain
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| Watching Amistad in pain, black patriots in chains
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| Watch how they brainwash your brains
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| They remain on slaves ships with microchips
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| And spill more blood then crips, my penmanship’s these battleships
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| Psychic pirate I write death threats to scripts
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| 9th Prince is the apocalypse in from dark tropics
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| Murderous topics, freeing Riker’s Island convicts
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| My style is unorthodox, Fifty-two hand blocks
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| Rock your snot box, Then slice your throat with a cyanide ox
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| I rose with Black Knights, a military server to King RZA’s empire
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| Surrounded with tigers, emcees clash, yours is fibre
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| On digital cyber, All y’all snakes move like anaconda viper
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| Time bomb, Napalm, Saddam is calm
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| Do load the Iron Palm grenade charm
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| 1999 Olympics, Revenge of the Iron Fingers
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| Vs. |
| Golden Arms, science to the explicit
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| In this cold world it is a blizzard, Hip Hop critics
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| Pay attention to this Vietnam war ring
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| Global world touring, it’s 9th Prince niggas
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| And yo, I wanna blow like Lauren
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| Straight up and down, Word to God, (Motherfuckers)
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| It’s Killarm run up on your whole squad
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| Pick up the LP, One love to my peoples, (Word up)
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| Black guerilla fam, Killarm, (Killarm Killarm)
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| We come to bomb like Suzam, Straight up and down niggas
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| My nigga Hass, Put down your sword, (Ruthless Bastardz, Word Up)
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| Wu-Tang Clan, (One La-Love) Word up, Killarm, 9th Prince |