Industry Grave Digga - 9th Prince

One-two, one-two

What the fuck you wanna do?

All haters get cut in they face with razors

It’s just a friendly game of baseball

And I’m striking out all playas

Sharpen my sword, sharpen my pen

Sharpen my blade, again and again

Niggas living in the projects with sharp objects

I take my respect, so Protect Ya fucking Neck

I’m too live, with ya baby mama getting head across the Harlem River Drive

Never take a dive when it’s time to survive

Niggas slap me five cuz I’m no jive

All my Killa Beez living out of beehives

I’m automatic like a .45, taking lives

Yeah, we living in a culture with vulture

Carrying toasters in the holsters, pulling out on posers

I guess they suppose to, I started out rhyming in the parks like Rosa

Aiyo, fuck these rap niggas, I spit bars at these rap niggas

For the new millennium, 9th Prince flow sicker

I do this for rhyme spitters, and heavy hitters

The Industry Grave Digga

Aiyo, smooth criminal, my message never subliminal

Always direct and effect, while niggas claiming they emperial

Serial killa, turn niggas into zombies like Michael Jackson Thriller

I’m on my grind, you move too slow, like turtles and caterpillas

I’m moving through your hood like a ninja

Yeah, the grand finale, build with the Gods at the rally

Where’s all my West Coast Killa Beez?

I’m going back to Cali, lick off shots at Bill O’Reilly

Fly like Nike Airs, whenever I go to war I come prepared

Deaf in my left year, but still sincere

About my career, live without fears

And giving niggas cold stares, Nature Boy like Ric Flair

Born to gamble, natural born gambler

Knock off competitors, wrestle with alligators

And choke lions, like a wrestler