Originators Lyrics

Originators lyrics

[Intro: 9th Prince]



Yo, what up?



This right here, is an explosion



For all the radio stations



Across United Nations



United States



Word up, turn this up right here



Eh-yo..



It's the Prince







[9th Prince]



Eh-yo, Originators became Gladiators



God-body regulators with street educators



I was born from the womb, I'm energy handlin



Peep the creator of The Terminator



9th Prince rhyme slayer



Stapleton Housing Projects, razors



Machine gun blazers



Ask your neighbors



Jamiacan rum, no chaser



Number one contender



We can bust guns after dinner



Last Man Standin, he's the winner



Ghetto Prime Minister



Desert Storm sk-masked Avengers



We move like ninjas, in the winter



Born skin Adonis



Slugs to the stomach, blood gush like vomit



Madman's bionic, check the rugged climate



Bright like lightnin, Terrorist Islamic



A ghetto superhero like Marvel Comics



Vertical limits, fresh notebooks



I write anthems for crooks



Image, cross the line of scrimmage



I shoot you in ya temple



And leave ya face shattered with dimples



Killarm' could never be so simple



Cross My Heart and won't die 'til ya ass is crippled



In a wheelchair



Kneecap raps, flashbacks of Digital Warfare {*echoes*







[Interlude: 9th Prince]



Word up, I wanna say what up



To those who copped our first and second album



Y'all real troups out there



Yo.. aight?







[9th Prince]



Eh-yo my alliance run through club cheetahs



Rusty Heaterz that bust like lyrical heat seekers



Through the speakers, non-believers are deceivers



Do the media, lyrics try to teach ya



A walk through Harlem like Black Ceaser



Razor blade stashed inside a sole of my sneaker



Ill graphics, far from a savage



The streets is wicked like Halloween havoc



Little children with automatics



Imagine baby's drive-bys in a carriage



Rap busters like Peter Pan



Or built like Sandman on a desert land



I'm from Shaolin, my sword is a mic stand



Used to swoll ya glands, 9th Prince'll take command



Of the stage, my heart pumps rage



Like a jungle lion trapped inside a cage



I free the slaves through the +Airwaves+



A Hot 97 airplay



All my real soldiers, raise ya AK's and hand grenades







[Outro: 9th Prince]



Word the fuck up



The 9th Prism



The new millenium



Peace and blessins to all the 5 Boroughs



Brooklyn, Manhatten, Staten



Word up, Queens, you know?



Long Island, up state, Connecticut



The whole tri-state, New Jerz'



Peace and blessins to Killarm'



We armed and dangerous



For real, the new millenium



Get ready, one love



Two guns, three lives