Killarmy - Originators Lyrics
[9th Prince]Yoaw! WhattupThis right here, is an explosionFor all the radio stationsAcross United Nations, United StatesWord up, turn this up right hereAiyyoaw, aiyyoawOriginators we came, gladiators, God-body regulatorsWe're street educatorsI was born through the womb, of Emagene HamlinShe's the creator of the Terminator - 9th Prince, rhyme slayerStayed in ten housing projects, razors, machine gun blazesat'cha neighbors - Jamaican rum, no chaserNumber one contender, we can busts guns after dinnerLast man standin, he's the winnerGhetto prime minister, Desert Storm ski-mask avengersWe move like ninjas in the winterBrown-skin Adonis, slugs to the stomach, blood gush like RamicMad man's bionic, check the weather climateStrike like lightning, terrorists IslamicA ghetto superhero, like Marvel ComicsVertical limits, fresh notebooks I write anthems to crooks imageCross the lines of scrimmage - I shoot you in your temple,and leave your face shattered with dimplesKilla-Arm could never be so simpleCross my heart, I won't die 'til your ass is crippledIn a wheelchair, knee-cap raps, flashbacks to digital, warfare...[talking]Yoaw, I wanna say whattupto everybody who copped that first and second albumWord up, y'all real troops out there, yoaw[9th Prince]Aiyyoaw, my lions run through club Cheetah, with rusty heatersThat blast like lyrical heat-seekers through the speakersNon-believers are deceivers - through the mediaLyrics try to teach ya, or walk through Harlem like Black CaesarRazor blade, stashed inside the sole of my sneakerIll graphics, far from a savageThe streets is wicked like Halloween havocLittle children with automaticsImagine babies drive-by's in the cabbageRappers is like Peter Panor built like Sandman on the desert landsI'm from Shaolin, my sword is a mic standYou should slow ya glance, 9th Prince is in commandOf the stage, my heart pumps rageLike a jungle lion, trapped inside a cageI free slaves, through the airwaves of Hot 97 airplayAll my real soldiers, wave ya AK's and hand grenades[talking]Word the ***** up, the 9th PrizmThe new millennium, peace and blessings to all five boroughsBrooklyn, Manhattan, Staten, word upQueens, ya know, Long Island..Upstate, Connecticut, the whole tri-state..New Jers'.. peace and blessings to Killa-ArmWe armed and dangerous, for realThe new millennium, get ready..one love, two loves, three loves...
