Any Emcee - Nine

Rat-a-tat-tat, it’s the nappy black cat with no hat

Back to chat like Super Cat with my format black

Attack a track like Ali with no gloves

Pussy shoved to rise above nonsense, lyrics are able

Turntable spins, round and round we go Goin for delf, you know, dolo, with a ill flow yo!

Whutcha want Nine?

Told you, fat beats like this

A pocket full of grip, mic in my fist, no bullshit

I’m all that and then some, hon blow up like a shotgun

Any MC that disagree is done, you best run

I creep and I crawl and I yes and I y’all

and I refuse to fall, so all in all

The God works hard, I practice my verbal gymnastics

To get your girl on my mattress

I love to hit it hard from the back

I’m the man with the plan you can’t disagree with that

Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arms →Rakim

The last MC to disagree is now history

No longer an MC, he is now PC

I’m real and real MC’s know that

only fake MC’s disagree, that’s why they wack!

I do em somethin terrible, I’m incredible

like the edible egg, Arm Leg Leg Arm Head

Who’s the dread that said BOOM DA DA?

It’s flavor it don’t matter, swing batta, swing batta

Knock em out the park, after dark I spark L’s

Write rhymes to exercise my brain cells, count the cash in my stash

Cash money money money -- I need

I got a seed to feed and like most a touch of greed

Gettin paid completes the cypher

Bein broke is like havin no blunts, just a lighter

It’s about the dead prez in the 9's

And I am the Nine, gettin mine, no crime

Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arms →Rakim

I came a long way like Virginia Slims

from beatdown Timbs to co-op cribs and Jeeps with rims

From fo’chicken wings and rice

to lobster with champagne, no ice now everything is lovely A-IGHT?

Nuttin can stop me now, I’m on the prowl

You can play the Indian but there’s no HOW

I’m the one and only incredible original Nine

Like the sun will shine, I will always rhyme

Like Pam Grier is fine, I gets mine like two nickels

is a dime, primetime like a new crime

The church bells will chime when I stand at the pulpit

And like Erick give a Sermon, mad money I’m earnin

Remember, the saint ain’t as great as the sinner

Like C. Boogie Brown I was born on the 19th day of September

NINE!!!

The numba one contender!

Any MC that disagree with me, wave your arms →Rakim