[Intro: 9th Prince]
Yo, yeah, yeah
I don't even talk to y'all n***as
Not on the streets
I wanna big up my cousin O.D.B. though
Word up, Baby Jesus locked down, you know?
That's it, man
That's all I gotta say to y'all n***as
You know? Then watch me spit
Lyrical warfare, word up

[9th Prince]
Aiyo I'm wise like a blind man playing piano
Jellying across the Verazanno busting at Sopranos
White boys with attitudes like Rocky Marciano
Got a fire arm like Janet Reno
We serve John Wayne in El Dorado
Go to war like Al Pacino or Robert De Niro Casino
The ghetto is pitch dark
For the street's of messenger, the story like Joan of Arc
First spark with Stapleton park
Gladiators and DD, before that was the Paris Crew Squad
I just to stand up on the benches
State of mind, third eye dimension lynching
Killarm' comrades like henchmen
Street doctor leave you paralyzed in St. Vincent
End the session with the weapon
Madman reach for the sky and snatch the Moon out the Heaven
Attack you with the Mac-11
Shots let off that'll rip through ya flesh
Pull bullets the shape of sevens, keep stepping
Lethal rejection, high scene rock mine, BONG!
Heavyweight blows to ya midsection, Madman is coming
You best to head the opposite direction
[Chorus x2: 9th Prince]
Aiyo Madman drag 'em through the dark streets of reality
Matrix combat, projects go to war from Shaolin to Iraq
When fake n***as bust their heat, real soldiers bust back (bust back)

[9th Prince]
Aiyo I spit razors at haters
I'm a walkingskyscraper like Wolf Blazer
We blase lasers at invaders, that's infantry behavior
1-2-0 precinct slang faders
Weak n***as get robbed in pissy elevators
Rappers bite like alligators
We bust CD's inside Navigators
I ain't pretty, life is risky
Like my act against Species
Migrate, United States, the cities, Madman prophecies
I had to duck four shots coming out of 260 lobby
Islord picked me up in a stolen Mazurati
With two hotties with two sawed off shotti's
Beretta know karate
Fuck around in half lead half metal
On to beat a body, soon to be a millionaire like Bill Cosby
Dom P. accept the collect calls from John Gotti
We ain't gangstas we shankstas that'll shank ya
Bitch ass n***as get hung with coat hangers
[Chorus x2]

[Outro: 9th Prince]
We keep busting, ain't no trusting, nobody
On these dark streets.. word up
Yo O.D.B., big cuz, Baby Jesus
Killarm', we gon' come break ya ass out, n***a
Word up, we keep prepping this shit
9th Prince y'all, Madman y'all
Throw ya grenades up
Word