Album: Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars
These rhythms can't deface me
Hot rhythms stimulate me
Can't help but swing it boy
Swing it brother swing
Don't stop the beat that's
slapped this foolish brat
Come on swing me boys
Swing it brother swing
<9th Prince-Over Chorus>
Word up, let's take 'em to war, son
Show 'em how it should be done
It's real God
Yeah, Yeah
Stimulate the brain cells
Check it, Check it
<9th Prince>
Yo Killarmy bounty killers
Industry kid shivers
Shells up through your liver
Dead corp float the rivers
Murderous style is superior from Shaolin to Nigeria
Stalking through the monitor
With the wisdom for dynamical fessor (?)
Lyrical kid in processor
Nat Turner was my militant ancestor
I capture your mind put in isolation
Control the soul automation
Victims became mechanical slaves again
Read the East Coast historian
As you oppose this
Your walking dead soldiers can't get close to this
I be splitting shit like Moses
Then celebrate with Guns 'n Roses
I turn soundtracks into startracks
My tongue is symbolic to an axe
I used to be caught up in the world of Mad Max
Now come against the consequence of the 9th Prince
I sit upon my throne and chop off domes
Then send them home to your peoples
So they can sew 'em