"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 tape
I`m great, like Alexander, or nearly gets real
When I hold a piece of steel and tell you how I feel
All over, toes are tapping, Bronx, Brooklyn, Island of Staten
Manhattan, Queens, South Central, Compton, Watts
Miami, Atlanta, I blow up mad spots
My name is Nine, recognize, remember you`re too tender
To get slick with the number one contender
I flow like diareahha when I`m dropping shit
Mama mia, ain`t no cure for the pure lyrical gonnorhea
Overconfidence is popping
I`m like the hourglass, turn me over and I still keep dropping
That old Nine flavor continues to pay the rent
After 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-upper
Give me time to bust a freak-out verse, brother
The back-twister, shoving Macks in your sister
Catch this bullet-blister
Bulls-eye, don`t give two fucks who`ll die
Don`t read the Bible cause lies get me sick
You`d better recognize
Darc Mass Click took it over
Posdonous, now it`s De La
When I`m broke I`m free high, 24-7 stay lye
The world seems bed to me
A murderer the X is meant to be
Yo hit up with the tounge that`s lent to me
When you violate, you pay the penalties
Hard like penatentaries, bringing pain for penatentaries
Vocals stresses, bullets rip through vests
Valentine`s Day I stab chicks in chests
My mental molests
Darc Mass blesses the world
Stomping, 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 kid
I never heard of you, or the bullshit you claim you did
You`re phoney, full of baloney, like Oscay Meyer
The weiner, your style is artificial like Purina
Cat chow, meow, I`m on the prowl like Thurston Howl
And been on the island with mad cash, official cow
I got rhymes like you got bullshit
So you know my repotoire is thick with intice spits
Lyrically I`m so amazing like Luther
I hit the stage and get ugly like Medusa
And no place for delf, I ain`t slamming
If it`s with the real hip-hop, then it`s props that I`m demanding, understanding
My potential, hollowtip lyrics
I`m shooting, aiming at your motherfucking mental
I`ll leave you in a state of confusion, brain dead and stuck up
In other words all fucked up
"Who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe you`re weak and overconfident" (Repeat 4x)
