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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Nine
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Derrick Keyes
Komponist:in
Lyrics
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree, wave your arms
Rat-a-tat-tat, it's the nappy black cat with no hat
Back to chat like Super Cat with my format black
Attack a track like Ali with no gloves
Pussy shoved to rise above nonsense, lyrics are able
Turntable spins, round and round we go
Goin' for delft, you know, dolo, with a ill flow yo!
(What you want Nine?) Told you, fat beats like this
A pocket full of grip, mic in my fist, no bullshit
I'm all that and then some, hon blow up like a shotgun
Any emcee that disagree is done, you best run
I creep, and I crawl and I yes and I y'all
And I refuse to fall, so all in all
The God works hard, I practice my verbal gymnastics
To get your girl on my mattress
I love to hit it hard from the back
I'm the man with the plan, you can't disagree with that
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree, wave your arms
The last emcee to disagree is now history
No longer an emcee, he is now PC
I'm real and real emcees know that
Only fake emcees disagree, that's why they whack!
I do 'em somethin' terrible, I'm incredible
Like the edible egg, arm, leg, leg, arm, head
Who's the dread that said boom da da?
It's flavor it don't matter, swing batter, swing batter
Knock 'em out the park, after dark I spark L's
Write rhymes to exercise my brain cells, count the cash in my stash
Cash money money money, I need
I got a seed to feed and like most a touch of greed
Gettin' paid completes the cypher
Bein' broke is like havin' no blunts, just a lighter
It's about the dead prez in the nines
And I am the nine, gettin' mine, no crime
Any emcee
Any emcee
Any emcee
Any emcee
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
I came a long way like Virginia Slims
From beat down Timbs to co-op cribs and Jeeps with rims
From fo' chicken wings and rice to lobster with champagne
No ice now, everything is lovely, a'ight?
Nothing can stop me now, I'm on the prowl
You can play the Indian, but there's no how
I'm the one and only incredible original Nine
Like the sun will shine, I will always rhyme
Like Pam Grier is fine, I gets mine like two nickels
Is a dime, prime time like a new crime
The church bells will chime when I stand at the pulpit
And like Erick give a Sermon, mad money I'm earnin'
Remember, the saint ain't as great as the sinner
Like C. Boogie Brown, I was born on the 19th day of September
Nine, the number one contender
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree with me, wave your arms
Any emcee that disagree, wave your arms
Writer(s): Thomas Randolph Bell, Phillip Levi Hurtt, Robert Lewis, Derrick C. Keyes
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