[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