Cyanide Poetry 9th Prince (Ft. Killah Priest)

[Intro: 9th Prince]
Yeah, yo, yo, yo

[9th Prince]
Welcome to concrete jungle
Where weak niggas stumble, but the player don't fumble
Staten Island niggas like to rumble
Up in Keisha's party, from A Tribe Called Quest
RZA introduced me as his guest
I met Nia Long, kissed her on her hand
Then chill, fell back in my B-Boy stance
Niggas that's artificial, get smacked in the face with pistols
I explode like a missiles
Racing at the speed of light, it gets critical
Niggas turning genocidal, God himself makes his arrival
With a bulletproof Bible
The lost children of Israel, you know about survival
Catching bullets with my teeth, walk across mud and with bronze feet
The black Iron Sheik, I bring raw heat to the streets
Ya'll weak niggas incomplete
The 9th Prince, muthafuckers, ain't nothing sweet

[Chorus 2X: 9th Prince]
Aiyo, I'm tired of ya'll wack rappers, acting like you gun clappers
I'm like Moses, I'm like Jesus
I'm like Farrakhan, fighting against Genghis Khan
With a sword and shield on my arm
Word is bond, word is bond, word is bond
Word is bond, it's on