Artist: 9th Prince Album: One Man Army Song: Concrete Jungle Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: 9th Prince] Fucking hot, man, yo [9th Prince] Aiyo, I spit a verse that'll put ya'll niggas in a hearse Straight out the soil of the Shaolin dirt Tommy Hillfiger slippers, fine wine sippers N.Y.C. killas, Slick Rick is slick, but 9th Prince is slicker All this talk about Drake and Nicki Minaj They got 'Young Money', but Wu-Tang still living large RZA parked the Maserati inside the garage We ain't home, we at the Mirage, partying hard Shoot at the devil for wearing Prada, verbal globetrotter Microphone doctor, never wore silk but I'm still the shocker Sit back and laugh with my own staff On corny rappers trying to live out they past You ask and your raps is trash I'm rough like Bronze Nazareth beats, and smooth like jazz [Chorus: sample] Concrete jungle... Concrete jungle... [9th Prince] Aiyo, I'm starting to get restless, I aim the best to test it See me hanging out with Bill Murray and the GZA in Texas My catalog manifest through the analog Sit down and relax and have a conversation with God, Pelle Pelle leather I'm heavyweight, ya'll niggas is lightweight, lighter than a feather Whatever, Killarm' let's get together Return of the Six Men Wetting, in your area Live from a hundred and fifty-fifth Shoot the gift, that's swift, when I uplift the four-fifth Welcome the party crashers, cut you in your face, slash ya Make your body disappear, abracadabra Your stranded in another hemisphere, I'm dressed in military gear Sincere verbal warfare, put me on the top of your list With Rakim and Nas, Kool G. Rap, Slick Rick and a few other guys But that's it, I split niggas wigs and shit I wild out like Jesus with a hoodie, sipping on wine Talk like a bully when I rhyme Arts and crafts, money flows and hoes and bubble baths [Chorus] [Outro: 9th Prince] Ya'll niggas know what time it is out there 9th Prince and my man Division We up in here, escaping the wordly prison You know, 9th Prince slapping ya'll bitch ass niggas Check it out, yeah yeah I'm out of here, out of here Killa Sin, come home, son Killarmy, what up, niggas? Wu-Tang