Ova Confident Lyrics - Singles - Nine

"who you gonna rip without that confidence? 

I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x) 

[nine] 

Run for the hills, but there's no escape 

>from a cd, my wax, my fat cassette tape 

I'm great, like alexander, or nearly gets real 

When I hold a piece of steel and tell you how I feel 

All over, toes are tapping, bronx, brooklyn, island of staten 

Manhattan, queens, south central, compton, watts 

Miami, atlanta, I blow up mad spots 

My name is nine, recognize, remember you're too tender 

To get slick with the number one contender 

I flow like diareahha when I'm dropping shit 

Mama mia, ain't no cure for the pure lyrical gonnorhea 

Overconfidence is popping 

I'm like the hourglass, turn me over and I still keep dropping 

That old nine flavor continues to pay the rent 

After you hear me you won't be so overconfident 

"who you gonna rip without that confidence? 

I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x) 

[a.r.l. da x'rsis] 

Devoted come-upper 

Give me time to bust a freak-out verse, brother 

The back-twister, shoving macks in your sister 

Catch this bullet-blister 

Bulls-eye, don't give two fucks who'll die 

Don't read the Bible cause lies get me sick 

You'd better recognize 

Darc mass click took it over 

Posdonous, now it's de la 

When I'm broke I'm free high, 24-7 stay lye 

The world seems bed to me 

A murderer the x is meant to be 

Yo hit up with the tounge that's lent to me 

When you violate, you pay the penalties 

Hard like penatentaries, bringing pain for penatentaries 

Vocals stresses, bullets rip through vests 

Valentine's day I stab chicks in chests 

My mental molests 

Darc mass blesses the world 

Stomping, cause you a little overconfident 

"who you gonna rip without that confidence? 

I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x) 

[nine] 

You thought you was the man, bad news kid 

I never heard of you, or the bullshit you claim you did 

You're phoney, full of baloney, like oscay meyer 

The weiner, your style is artificial like purina 

Cat chow, meow, I'm on the prowl like thurston howl 

And been on the island with mad cash, official cow 

I got rhymes like you got bullshit 

So you know my repotoire is thick with intice spits 

Lyrically I'm so amazing like luther 

I hit the stage and get ugly like medusa 

And no place for delf, I ain't slamming 

If it's with the real hip-hop, then it's props that I'm demanding, understanding 

My potential, hollowtip lyrics 

I'm shooting, aiming at your motherfucking mental 

I'll leave you in a state of confusion, brain dead and stuck up 

In other words all fucked up 

"who you gonna rip without that confidence? 

I really believe you're weak and overconfident" (repeat 4x)