Nine - Ova Confident Lyrics
"who you gonna rip without that confidence?I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)[nine]Run for the hills, but there's no escape>from a cd, my wax, my fat cassette tapeI'm great, like alexander, or nearly gets realWhen i hold a piece of steel and tell you how i feelAll over, toes are tapping, bronx, brooklyn, island of statenManhattan, queens, south central, compton, wattsMiami, atlanta, i blow up mad spotsMy name is nine, recognize, remember you're too tenderTo get slick with the number one contenderI flow like diareahha when i'm dropping shitMama mia, ain't no cure for the pure lyrical gonnorheaOverconfidence is poppingI'm like the hourglass, turn me over and i still keep droppingThat old nine flavor continues to pay the rentAfter you hear me you won't be so overconfident"who you gonna rip without that confidence?I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)[a.r.l. da x'rsis]Devoted come-upperGive me time to bust a freak-out verse, brotherThe back-twister, shoving macks in your sisterCatch this bullet-blisterBulls-eye, don't give two *****s who'll dieDon't read the bible cause lies get me sickYou'd better recognizeDarc mass click took it overPosdonous, now it's de laWhen i'm broke i'm free high, 24-7 stay lyeThe world seems bed to meA murderer the x is meant to beYo hit up with the tounge that's lent to meWhen you violate, you pay the penaltiesHard like penatentaries, bringing pain for penatentariesVocals stresses, bullets rip through vestsValentine's day i stab chicks in chestsMy mental molestsDarc mass blesses the worldStomping, cause you a little overconfident"who you gonna rip without that confidence?I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)[nine]You thought you was the man, bad news kidI never heard of you, or the bullshit you claim you didYou're phoney, full of baloney, like oscay meyerThe weiner, your style is artificial like purinaCat chow, meow, i'm on the prowl like thurston howlAnd been on the island with mad cash, official cowI got rhymes like you got bullshitSo you know my repotoire is thick with intice spitsLyrically i'm so amazing like lutherI hit the stage and get ugly like medusaAnd no place for delf, i ain't slammingIf it's with the real hip-hop, then it's props that i'm demanding, understandingMy potential, hollowtip lyricsI'm shooting, aiming at your mother*****ing mentalI'll leave you in a state of confusion, brain dead and stuck upIn other words all *****ed up"who you gonna rip without that confidence?I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)
