Any Emcee Lyrics - Singles - Nine

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 with me, 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 delf, you know, dolo with a ill flow yo 

Whutcha 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 MC 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 with me, wave your arms 

The last emcee to disagree is now history 

No longer an emcee, he is now PC 

I'm real and real emcee's know that 

Only fake emcee's disagree, that's why they wack 

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 batta, swing batta 

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 9's 

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, alright 

Nuttin' 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, primetime 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 numba 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 with me, wave your arms