| Ladies & gentlemen, introducing, the 9th Prince
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| Ladies & gentlemen, uh-huh, introducing
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| One of the greatest of all time, when he spit his rhyme
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| Everybody give a warm welcome and clap your hands for the 9th Prince
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| Aiyo, my Dirty Weaponry, keep money bags mighty healthy
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| Pockets looking wealthy, turning down offers
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| These weak niggas try to sell me, rap felonies
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| Shotgun melodies, suicide bombers like Israelis
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| The man, attack like I’m half black and half Pakistan
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| Killa in a '09 bulletproof Lex Coupe
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| While you, looking stupid on the stoupe
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| I used to rhyme on project roofs
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| Me and my Killa crew, spitting bars all night
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| Til the break of light go through, yeah, my next album
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| Uh-huh, starting the revolution, ladies & gentlemen
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| Introducing, the 9th Prince, get loosing
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| Tell a friend, to protest against weak musicians
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| My biggest inspiration, is The RZA
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| His mind is greater than Einstein, my rhyme
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| Give eyesight to the blind, and heal the paralyzer anytime
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| Ladies & gentlemen, next up
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| He’s an all-time legend, introducing
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| Gate Keeper
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| I build with conviction, deadly nutrition
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| When you walk back and get smacked in position
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| Capture good reason, teach us to practice
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| Attack us, still round the pole off it’s axis
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| Pull with the thunder, sit back and wonder
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| Pray for the lochness, offense and blockers
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| Niggas get washed and raped
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| Gate Keep, nigga, you know who I run with
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| The 9th Prince, yeah, the 9th Prince
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| The 9th Prince, the 9th Prince |