[Intro: 9th Prince]  Yo, yeah, yeah  I don't even talk to y'all niggas  Not on the streets  I wanna big up my cousin O.D.B. though  Word up, Baby Jesus locked down  You know?  That's it, man  That's all I gotta say to y'all niggas  You know?  Then watch me spit  Lyrical warfare, word up    [9th Prince]  Aiyo I'm wise like a blind man playin' piano  Jellyin' across the Verazanno bustin' at Sopranos  White boys with attitudes like Rocky Marciano  Got a fire arm like Janet Reno  We serve John Wayne in El Dorado  Go to war like Al Pacino  Or Robert De Niro Casino  The ghetto is pitch dark  For the street's of messenger, the story like Joan of Arc  First spark with Stapleton park  Gladiators and D&D, before that was the Paris Crew Squad  I just to stand up on the benches  State of mind, third eye dimension lynchin'  Killarm' comrades like henchmen  Street doctor leave you paralyzed in St. Vincent  End the session with the weapon  Madman reach for the sky and snatch the Moon out the Heaven  Attack you with the Mac-11  Shots let off that'll rip thru ya flesh  Pull bullets the shape of sevens, keep steppin'  Lethal rejection, high scene rock mine, BONG!  Heavyweight blows to ya midsection, Madman is comin'  You best to head the opposite direction    [Chorus x2: 9th Prince]  Aiyo Madman drag 'em thru the dark streets of reality  Matrix combat, projects go to war from Shaolin to Iraq  When fake niggas bust their heat, real soldiers bust back (bust back)    [9th Prince]  Aiyo I spit razors at haters  I'm a walkin' skyscraper like Wolf Blazer  We blase lasers at invaders, that's infantry behavior  1-2-0 precinct slang faders  Weak niggas get robbed in pissy elevators  Rappers bite like alligators  We bust CD's inside Navigators  I ain't pretty, life is risky  Like my act against Species  Migrate, United States, the cities, Madman prophecies  I had to duck four shots comin' out of 260 lobby  Islord picked me up in a stolen Mazurati  With two hotties with two sawed off shotti's  Beretta know karate  Fuck around in half lead half metal  On to beat a body, soon to be a millionaire like Bill Cosby  Dom P. accept the collect calls from John Gotti  We ain't gangstas we shankstas that'll shank ya  Bitch ass niggas get hung with coat hangers    [Chorus x2]    [Outro: 9th Prince]  We keep bustin', ain't no trustin', nobody  On these dark streets.. word up  Yo O.D.B., big cuz, Baby Jesus  Killarm', we gon' come break ya ass out, nigga  Word up, we keep preppin' this shit  9th Prince y'all, Madman y'all  Throw ya grenades up  Word