Lyrics Concrete Jungle - 9th Prince
Aiyo,
I
spit
a
verse
that'll
put
ya'll
niggas
in
a
hearse
Straight
out
the
soil
of
the
Shaolin
dirt
Tommy
Hillfiger
slippers,
fine
wine
sippers
N.Y.C.
killas,
Slick
Rick
is
slick,
but
9th
Prince
is
slicker
All
this
talk
about
Drake
and
Nicki
Minaj
They
got
'Young
Money',
but
Wu-Tang
still
living
large
RZA
parked
the
Maserati
inside
the
garage
We
ain't
home,
we
at
the
Mirage,
partying
hard
Shoot
at
the
devil
for
wearing
Prada,
verbal
globetrotter
Microphone
doctor,
never
wore
silk
but
I'm
still
the
shocker
Sit
back
and
laugh
with
my
own
staff
On
corny
rappers
trying
to
live
out
they
past
You
ask
and
your
raps
is
trash
I'm
rough
like
Bronze
Nazareth
beats,
and
smooth
like
jazz
Aiyo,
I'm
starting
to
get
restless,
I
aim
the
best
to
test
it
See
me
hanging
out
with
Bill
Murray
and
the
GZA
in
Texas
My
catalog
manifest
through
the
analog
Sit
down
and
relax
and
have
a
conversation
with
God,
Pelle
Pelle
leather
I'm
heavyweight,
ya'll
niggas
is
lightweight,
lighter
than
a
feather
Whatever,
Killarm'
let's
get
together
Return
of
the
Six
Men
Wetting,
in
your
area
Live
from
a
hundred
and
fifty-fifth
Shoot
the
gift,
that's
swift,
when
I
uplift
the
four-fifth
Welcome
the
party
crashers,
cut
you
in
your
face,
slash
ya
Make
your
body
disappear,
abracadabra
Your
stranded
in
another
hemisphere,
I'm
dressed
in
military
gear
Sincere
verbal
warfare,
put
me
on
the
top
of
your
list
With
Rakim
and
Nas,
Kool
G.
Rap,
Slick
Rick
and
a
few
other
guys
But
that's
it,
I
split
niggas
wigs
and
shit
I
wild
out
like
Jesus
with
a
hoodie,
sipping
on
wine
Talk
like
a
bully
when
I
rhyme
Arts
and
crafts,
money
flows
and
hoes
and
bubble
baths
Ya'll
niggas
know
what
time
it
is
out
there
9th
Prince
and
my
man
Division
We
up
in
here,
escaping
the
wordly
prison
You
know,
9th
Prince
slapping
ya'll
bitch
ass
niggas
Check
it
out,
yeah
yeah
I'm
out
of
here,
out
of
here
Killa
Sin,
come
home,
son
Killarmy,
what
up,
niggas?
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