Be Careful What You Wish 4 - 9th Prince

Yo, cyanide poetry, let it flow like Floetry

Slow motion-ly, but still deadly as a Rakim melody

My brainwaves get expressed through the sound waves

The Runaway Slave with an army brigade

The dragon warrior with four arms and six legs

I pledge allegiance to the Wu-Tang flag, and let me pants sag

When I was young I had the BMX bike with the all black mags

Wu-Wear, silk fabrics, guns and grenades in my cabinet

Studied martial arts and discipline from the e-ching tablet

Attract like a magnet, went to jail and came home with a few habits

Like smacking rap faggots

Killarmy, we the greatest underground group

You know the theme, grab ya army suits

And ya fat black boots and go out like troops!

Yo, y’all people ain’t ready for the war like military

I write rhymes trapped in solitary

Be careful what you wish for

I sleep in a bulletproof valor

And I’m hard to the core!

I’ve been fascinated with hip-hop ever since I was a child

With a destiny to be wild and make money by the pile

Plus move the crowd with the force of a forty-four magnum

This might be my last album

Not enough rap fans to feed this young healthy black man

Concrete jungle, remain humble

But still shoot my way out the royal rumble

Exotic champagne, sunshower rain

Raw cocaine is like poison to the brain

Pull out my dick then piss on Jane

The Avalon Don rockin' teflon, flow calm

Set it off like an alarm

If I can’t find you, then I’m shootin' ya fuckin' moms

I’m wildin' like thugs on Riker’s Island

Profilin' but never smilin'

Courageous cat, bust back then toss the mack

I might speak in codes whenever I’m on the jack

Fuck all the chit-chat, you can get gat

Wu-Tang/Killarmy will never crack!

We on some hardcore shit right now, word up

The 9th Prince with many styles

Wild like a juvenile from Riker’s Isle, word up

Pussy-faced niggas get dick to the face, word up

I’m on some bullshit right now

Fuck all you clowns

Fuck around and lay down, nigga