Ova Confident - Nine

Who you gonna rip without that confidence?

I really believe you’re weak and overconfident

Run for the hills, but there’s no escape

From my CD, my wax, my fat cassette tape

I’m great, like Alexander, or nearly gets real

When I hold a piece of steel and tell you how I feel

All over, toes are tapping, Bronx, Brooklyn, Island of Staten

Manhattan, Queens, South Central, Compton, Watts

Miami, Atlanta, I blow up mad spots

My name is Nine, recognize, remember you’re too tender

To get slick with the number one contender

I flow like diarrhea when I’m dropping shit

Mamma mia, ain’t no cure for the pure lyrical gonorrhea

Overconfidence is popping

I’m like the hourglass, turn me over and I still keep dropping

That old Nine flavor continues to pay the rent

After you hear me you won’t be so overconfident

Who you gonna rip without that confidence?

I really believe you’re weak and overconfident

I hate to bust your bubble, but every single rapper’s in trouble

I’m crazier than ever

I’m hungrier like a shark in the ocean full of legs after dark

I’ma tear shit apart, pull more strings than a harp

I’m cocky, like that, you know the time

Check the little hand, the big hand, tell me what you see

Nine o’clock on the f-ing dot

Pop goes the gat and if you ever knew me you’d remember that

Old school, new school, ain’t nobody safe

New York to LA, I’m all over the place with the base

Crazy gear like a clutch, I’m the most

When I touch the microphone your overconfidence is ghost

It’s «Outta Here» like the $ 5000 love-seat

Egos crush when I’m rhyming to the beat

You attempt to fade me and hit me with a dent

So I’m stepping to you money 'cause I think you’re overconfident

Who you gonna rip without that confidence?

I really believe you’re weak and overconfident

You thought you was the man, bad news kid

I never heard of you, or the bullshit you claim you did

You’re phony, full of baloney, like Oscar Mayer

The wiener, your style is artificial like Purina

Cat Chow, meow, I’m on the prowl like Thurston Howl

And been on the island with mad cash, official cow

I got rhymes like you got bullshit

So you know my repertoire is mad thick with intice spits

Lyrically I’m so amazing like Luther

I hit the stage and get ugly like Medusa

Ain’t no place for delf, I ain’t slamming

If it’s with the real hip-hop, then it’s props

That I’m demanding, understanding

My potential, hollow-tip lyrics

I’m shooting, aiming at your motherfucking mental

I’ll leave you in a state of confusion, brain dead and stuck up

In other words all fucked up

Who you gonna rip without that confidence?

I really believe you’re weak and overconfident