Текст песни Industry Grave Digga - 9th Prince

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Ey yo, I want all y'all niggas out there in this rap shit
Claiming y'all rappers
Y'all niggas ain't no fucking MCs
Know what I'm saying, son?
'Cause once you step into the chamber
'Cause we dealing with the 7th Chamber.

Ey yo; witness this homicide lyrical specialist
Once I slide on the set like Mt. Everest
Avalanches, causing total mayhem
In this rap industry, towards any non-descript rapper
Who has the strongest heart, and dares to challenge the God?
Dart for dart, that's the wrong move
Like one cat with a red shirt, stumbling in a problem
Ten cats with blue shirts, each one of 'em
Lugered out with clips filled to the brim with hollow points
'Cause I'm on some, fuck all y'all R&B artist-es
Thinking y'all MCs, y'all best to Run 4 Cover
And throw ya bulletproof helmets on ya head
Enough said.

I spit warfare, real shit niggas like to hear
Infrared from Ruthless, nigga, crack them beers
Twist the 'dro, put the clip in the fo'
Cock it back, put one in the head, these niggas don't know?
Then let 'em know how we coming
Deep, we keep shook niggas running
You cowards is afraid of my power, ain't holding nothing
Lemme show you something 'bout this rap shit
First of all if you ain't spitting acid, you going backwards
These Bastards attack shit, fabulous, fatherless
Marvelous, Shaolin niggas from stomping wood
Killarm' T.M.F. connect with Ruthless
Challenge new generation, nigga, we the best
We out for this cheddar cheese
You better freeze if we enemies
If ya life's on the line you better squeeze
Yo I'm telling these wannabes, about the ho's
Come out ya shoes, we ain't got nothing to lose

Ey yo; I floss like a red Porsche beamin' in the sunset
You made a dumb bet fucking with these young vets
Who bumped heads with the hardest and build with the smartest
Five artists, you can't do nothing to part us
Niggas is garbage that either get bagged up
'Cause their style's ragged up looking like sad pups
You'll be jacked up, weakened with your eyes half shut
'Til you had enough 'cause fucking with us is bad luck
The temptation of pussy be hard to pass up
So before I slide in I test the cat and strap up
Is there a question? You gotta ask us
Don't be afraid, but on my behalf you're getting played
And where you was at, you should've stayed
Now you search for aid, no one to save you
And all your so-called men betrayed you
They wanting to talk and work deals under the table
Passing 'em CREAM, gold watches and large cables
They snaked you, like the serpent
Turn the lights off and close the curtain
Selling their soul to a merchant
I got niggas, scared to, meet me in person
Searching, like the Internet, I got 'em surfing

Now Born, Port Richmond, Killah Hill
Stapleton, West Brighton, Jungle Nillz
In Shaolin we keep it real
Shit is getting deep, reach for steel
We going all out, do what you feel

I stick and move, move and stick with niggas
If it's real I click with niggas
Laying all the fifth with niggas, sick of niggas
Simple licking and squeeze faster than with triggers
Double dare any niggas, cross me and my city slickers
Petty pocket pickers rocking niggas
Quick to throw a rock at the bitches
Trying to cockblock my riches on a hot block with snitches
Still getting dough, still getting hated on the low
Still doing sticks with Sideshow, eyes low from hydro
Drive slow, beasts on our tail, rain, sleet or hail
Catch me on these cold streets stabbing for bail
Niggas is lacking the real so I brought the hostility
Better off killing me then sending me back 'fore I fail

Ey yo; thugs and rubber clips with hollow joints
Sharp lead that fled through your pressure points
Celebrity Death Match, we out like an axe
Being swung by a serial killer maniac
Poetry brainiac, project hoodrats
They enjoying hearing my album
Black dust will get you blast
Then throw on a ski mask and rob street's asylum
9th Prince, y'all niggas can't solve him
These 9 Fingers of Death'll be the answer to your problems
My roof is like an infrared, I'm hostile
No Smiles, dogs cry when they're on trial
Rhymes travel 23 million square miles
Mad razor blades, throwing switchblades that'll cut you a fade
Lyrical maze, MC's lost for days
Within the 9th Chamber, another Wu banger
For all my Killah Hill side stranglers

Now Born, Port Richmond, Killah Hill
Stapleton, West Brighton, Jungle Nillz
In Shaolin we keep it real
Shit is getting deep, reach for steel
We going all out, do what you feel

Tommy Whispers, nigga
Bastards! Word is bond, come on!
Revenge of the 9 Fingers
The Chamber continues
Word up
Everything is Everything
Garvey the Kid
This Shaolin shit is forever!
Forever.