Grandfather Flow - 9th Prince

Aiyo, I terrorize Dawson’s Creek, the black sheep

My thoughts is so deep, recite rhymes in my sleep

Some call it sleep talking, I call it sleep flowing

Glocks and AK’s, grenades and tech nines

Hot lead from the rhyme, paralyze your spine

Shine like divine, killing mankind

Verbal intellect, yeah, you gotta rewind

Like the hands of time, or get shot in your brain

Bullets falling out your mind, the brown skinned Arabian Sandman

Shine like the sun, my fans catch tans

My CD’s contraband, yeah, multiple shots hit the Billboard

Shatter your SoundScan, yeah, I see right through your schemes and plans

It’s a wrap like smashing rubberbands

Father in love, father in day

Father, take the guns away

Father and teacher, live the life

For my people, in the sky

Aiyo, niggas wanna murder Born Prince Allah

But I drive around in bulletproof cars

Armani suits, Gucci boots

Walk with a bop, and whistle like a flute

I blew like Caesar, money receiver

No matter old school or new school skeezers

Vocalubary leaking through the speakers

Granddaddy Flow sneakers, rest in peace to Grym Reaper

Verbal nine millimeter, assassinate through the media

Pussy is sweet, but yeah ya’ll niggas is sweeter

I slay comrades, they roam like nomads

Raspberry blue Jag', bulletproof tinted glass

In case snipers wanna snipe that ass

Camouflage lime green fatigues

Show my daughter how to bust a gun, at 13

I’m a Staten Island from the old school like Cold Chillin'