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Killarmy - Originators lyrics
[9th Prince] Yoaw! Whattup This right here, is an explosion For all the radio stations Across United Nations, United States Word up, turn this up right here Aiyyoaw, aiyyoaw Originators we came, gladiators, God-body regulators We're street educators I was born through the womb, of Emagene Hamlin She's the creator of the Terminator - 9th Prince, rhyme slayer Stayed in ten housing projects, razors, machine gun blazes at'cha neighbors - Jamaican rum, no chaser Number one contender, we can busts guns after dinner Last man standin, he's the winner Ghetto prime minister, Desert Storm ski-mask avengers We move like ninjas in the winter Brown-skin Adonis, slugs to the stomach, blood gush like Ramic Mad man's bionic, check the weather climate Strike like lightning, terrorists Islamic A ghetto superhero, like Marvel Comics Vertical limits, fresh notebooks I write anthems to crooks image Cross the lines of scrimmage - I shoot you in your temple, and leave your face shattered with dimples Killa-Arm could never be so simple Cross my heart, I won't die 'til your ass is crippled In a wheelchair, knee-cap raps, flashbacks to digital, warfare... [talking] Yoaw, I wanna say whattup to everybody who copped that first and second album Word up, y'all real troops out there, yoaw [9th Prince] Aiyyoaw, my lions run through club Cheetah, with rusty heaters That blast like lyrical heat-seekers through the speakers Non-believers are deceivers - through the media Lyrics try to teach ya, or walk through Harlem like Black Caesar Razor blade, stashed inside the sole of my sneaker Ill graphics, far from a savage The streets is wicked like Halloween havoc Little children with automatics Imagine babies drive-by's in the cabbage Rappers is like Peter Pan or built like Sandman on the desert lands I'm from Shaolin, my sword is a mic stand You should slow ya glance, 9th Prince is in command Of the stage, my heart pumps rage Like a jungle lion, trapped inside a cage I free slaves, through the airwaves of Hot 97 airplay All my real soldiers, wave ya AK's and hand grenades [talking] Word the fuck up, the 9th Prizm The new millennium, peace and blessings to all five boroughs Brooklyn, Manhattan, Staten, word up Queens, ya know, Long Island.. Upstate, Connecticut, the whole tri-state.. New Jers'.. peace and blessings to Killa-Arm We armed and dangerous, for real The new millennium, get ready.. one love, two loves, three loves... |
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