Artist: 9th Prince f/ Spanish Jose Album: Revenge Is Coming Song: Street Gems Typed By: pneumatic [Spanish Jose] Look at all the bullshit we facing now Jakes is foul, Beat me in a racist trial While me in court tryna keep a low profile Like funny on occasion, Monolo smile Used to have a clique but I'm dolo now Trying not to while out, D.C. GoGo style And it's ohh soo foul to take the local route Meanwhile beneath the surface they homo'd out See your shirt's pulled now you gotta throw those out Tote lots of bullshit that you don't know bout Son I broke on out the shell now I'm about to peel Every four niggas the quiet ones about to squeal Need to close his mouth for real, I doubt he will How'd it feel to know my name is shouted still About to feel the stamina drop, The Devil painted the props At night the hands on the glocks to leave your fams in a box Stand in the spots where fiends demanding the rocks Give em a chance and the cops post for ransom in locks Smoke cannabis crops, Relieve the tension if they could they would But those I believe in prison receive will seek wisdom Don't speak to fools, Give gems to those that mistreat the jewels Not talking about the bullshit they teach you in schools But I know I gotta study lies, Reach the truth and tell em Cause they acting like they better then just leading a song Resisting all existence and treating it wrong We wake em now they won't be deceiving us long Blow em up like an explosion achieved in a bomb And wave em like a magical mischievous wand Meaning em harm, While we laughing, Breathing and calm Blind em like love, You can't see when it's gone Concurring the weak sheep and even the strong [9th Prince] Let me take you on this crusade A rich Niffle having sex with his maids Dolce & Gabbana shades Exclusive specks as you can see that I'm paid It's like, Prada this, Prada that Louis Vuitton hat to match my gat Lay you flat on your back after waving a mack Hand over the stacks, Keep the cracks I said hand over the stacks Before I chop your body up and feed you to the wolf pack My metaphors they burn like hot wax, The Golden skin tone Even in the times of Jesus, Yeah I couldn't be stoned Automatic weapons well known Lift and twist your body in the air like a cyclone Call the paramedics, You shoulda learned calisthenics’ Jumping jacks they are pathetic Ol' Dad was a rolling stone, I guess it's all genetic Poetry and compositions, You know us we don't competition Rappers get shot the fuck up, Verbal ammunition Revenge of the 9th Prince, The album's coming Putting niggas in submission, Free prisoners from prison From Riker's Island to Clinton, All the way to San Quinton Listen to this black Prime Minister, Corporate hustler On the cover of Forbes, Sipping vodka from Russia