Who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe you`re weak and overconfident (Repeat 4x)
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)
I hate to bust your bubble, but every single rapper`s in trouble
I`m crazier than ever
I`m hungrier like a shark in the ocean full of legs after dark
I`m a tear shit apart, pull more strings than a harp
I`m cocky, like that, you know the time
Check the little hand, the big hand, tell me what you see
Nine o`clock on the f-ing dot
Pop goes the gat and if you ever knew me you`d remember that
Old school, new school, ain`t nobody safe
New York to LA, I`m all over the place
Crazy gear like a clutch, I`m the most
When I touch the microphone your overcofidence is ghost
It`s Outta Here like the $5000 loveseat
Egos crush when I`m rhyming to the beat
You attempt to fade me and hit me with a dent
So I`m stepping to you money cause I think you`re overconfident
Who you gonna rip without that confidence?
I really believe you`re weak and overconfident (Repeat 4x)
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)
