Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 9xs Out of 10, artist - Organized Konfusion. Album song The Equinox, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1996
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
9xs Out of 10 |
Where most niggaz would stop, he would JUST be gettin started |
Go all out |
I seen people stop in mid-stride, reverse, change directions |
Go through buildings to avoid passing him |
Nine times out of ten, a nigga wanna shine |
But nobody shines brighter than the light Organized |
Extra-tight, one hundred percent, drama full armor |
The persona is to Crush Kill Destroy the bad karma that |
hums superb, lyrics emerge from the slums |
of the latest gun drug runs, fun feds and dum-dums |
Priority and confidential |
Organized mission is rippin any instrumental, believe that |
Wa-wa-wa-wa-watch me-me-me get-get me-me so-so-in-in-incred- |
-di-di-di-dibly-bly-bly ov-bly-bly over your head, head |
I shed styles like reptile skins |
While nigga rhyme the SAME, rip beginnin to the ends |
of they LP’s, try to tell me shit |
With they pussy-ass poems and they bullshit (bullshit) skits |
Shit I’m hitting you harder than Nancy Kerrigan on the shin |
FUCK IT if niggaz can’t comprehend |
Fuck yo, consider me iller than ill, with skill, nigga chill |
Still, some sleep, too deep, not to get bitten |
when I reveal technique — wherever I speak |
I’m goin in for the kill, for real |
Future street prodigy follow the model is hollow |
Speak your name if your lyrics hold sorrow — ain’t that a damn shame? |
Konfusion with the K and whole effects like rain |
with acid from tomorrow, Prince Poe Bizarro |
maintains the status, apparatus throughout the stratus-phere |
Here stands one of the biddest |
City crispy rhyme rebels clear like crystal |
O.K. |
be the initials, ghetto dope officials |
Nine times out of ten, a nigga wanna shine |
But nobody shines brighter than the light Organized |
Extra-tight, one hundred percent, drama full armor |
The persona is to Crush Kill Destroy the bad karma that |
hums superb, lyrics emerge from the slums |
of the latest gun drug runs, fun feds and dum-dums |
Priority and confidential |
Organized mission is rippin any instrumental, believe that |