Rap Disease - 9th Prince, Akir, Archangle

Aiyo, I make classic tunes, Killarmy, we the last platoon

My pen ignite the light whenever I write in a dark room

My rhyme be formin' out my mouth

But I don’t ryhme like I’m from the South

Drunk off Guiness Stout, 95 Route

Re-energize my clout whenever I’m out and about

I target all you analog cats dressed in all black

I Starr like Fredro whenever I’m strapped

Swing bats, never laugh, I’m a mack

Valour Gucci hat, I told The RZA, «I'm bringin' Wu-Tang back»

Feel the rapture when I capture all smackers

Verbal back slasher, pull out my blade faster

'94 flow, tour from '94 with no flaw

Still raw to the core, wire ya jaw

That’s my law, but still you never saw

Now you layin' on the floor

Screamin', «9th Prince don’t hurt me, no more!»

Aiyo, rappers wanna beat me but can’t see me

There’s no cure for my rap disease

I need that S dot Carter money

That Wu-Tang Killa Bee honey

Fame, power and fast cars and snow bunnies

Rappers wanna beat me but can’t see me

There’s no cure for my rap disease

I need that S dot Carter money

That Wu-Tang Killa Bee honey

First four moves, first strike

Don’t wait for his chance, first dance, yo I’m out for first place

Second round knockout, they fell for the bait

Tried to second guess me but they so second rate

I’m third rail, tryin' to touch me is so dumb

Cuz I wrote all on the Third Rock from the Sun

Come forth if you disagree, want some?

Like the fourth of July, I’m in the pen done/Independent

And so drunk like I drank a fifth of Vodka

Who’s the illest?

I plead the fifth, your honor

I got a Sixth Sense like dead folks habla

Heal odd six, verbal, ya want nada

I bring the drama, like 7th Heaven

The eighth wonder of the world, I am destined

I’m taking it all, break the ninth commandment

Me and 9th Prince, son, choose ya weapon

Rappers wanna beat me but can’t see me

There’s no cure for my rap disease

I need that S dot Carter money

That Wu-Tang Killa Bee honey

Fame, power and fast cars and snow bunnies

Rappers wanna beat me but can’t see me

There’s no cure for my rap disease

I need that S dot Carter money

That Wu-Tang Killa Bee honey

Aiyo, once upon a rhyme we were lookin' for sure

When the waves took us over, man vs. the flow

Shiny hooks to reel us in, others will puncture ya hole

So you had to latch on just to survive out the flow

So many treacherous sharks take advantage in dark

Tasted blood in the water, know his teeth so sharp

Orchestrated movements, mainstream ain’t tuned with

All the beauty that’s around, harmony, it sounds like a trip

But homey, I ain’t get on that shit

Still robbin' 'em for bait, still makin' 'em hits

And they pullin' 'em strings, don’t forget

Crows cling on their neck

Bottomfeeders looking for the catch, shellin' out

All the ends, fast gas with the Benz

I’ve gone so deep, guess it’s time I ascend

Footprints in the sand, fuck sirens

Tell 'em King Neptune’s in tune, trident