Stand Proud - KIllarmy, 9th Prince

Yell out, run down the record

Gonna feel my rhyme, gonna feel my rhythm

Stand proud, 9th Prince is coming

To the radio, runnin' in your system

Aiyo, my lyrics take flight like state troopers on turn pikes

I’ve been a wizard before Air Jordan Mike

Computer freaks, I’m like a spider on your website

Spitting poisonous venom, rugged like Killarm' jeans denim

9th Prince a poetry writing, expert

Staten Island scarfaces, felony cases

Banned from your network

Demolition Madman performing live in your concert

Breaking records with hip hop jams

My fam soundscan from Z100 to KissFM

Hot 97, all day, every day

My verbal gunplay, spray like a AK

Make the party people wanna dance like Donay

Insert my CD inside your disc play

Turn up your radio, one man army scenario

Here we go yo, the kids love me

Like Saturday morning cartoons, milk & cereal, word up, yo

Aiyo, I flow like Blue Magic, my slang ebonics

Is banging like Delfonics

Killarm' is like a young Temptation, my hand is crippled

Writing wiht frustration, baby boy you ain’t got no patience

I was born and raised in the Big Apple

Made from the best stuff on Earth like Snapple

I unravel, let the mind travel, we can battle

Live on 105.1, go and get your sons to get up out your guns

Put up a million ones, the 9th Prism

Blast this in your system, Madman

Hit 'em wit the knowledge and the wisdom

Understand, what I give 'em

That the black man made the rhythm, made the rhythm