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drop to six you still in every mix
But when you drop to seven people start guessin

When you drop to eight people hesitate
But when you drop to nine
At nine o'clock each morning down 
On Charlotte Avenue
The bus driver stops and lets her off
Before the first shampoo
Alice started working there
royal, little lassie. 
I'm up at nine down the line, 
To watch the time 'till half past five. 
I wish they'd sack me 
She's at home the milkman's home
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh

E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
Records representative]
What time it is then, right?

[James A. Smith]
It's time to mix 5th Ward, South Park and 69th Curbs 
And really let
count cash for a livin` (beotch, BEOTCH!) 

[Chorus]

Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito
The rap game, hip hop 101
The hardest nine to five you'll ever have
You can't learn this shit in no history book
You ready to rap motherfucker?
kick it like this before,
Pink champagne, octopus brains, 
Saw your DJ underwater through the window pane.
That sucker tried to hit a mix, but the mix
your bastard style has just been stuck
By a sticker with a 'frigerator lickin'
What if how's about why would
Never thought that the napalm would bust
there ain't shit to do 
But then sir jinx played his mix 
And you thought that shit played out in eighty six 
Lookin' for my dogs 
Looked up in
the Maybach Benz
Fly this then sanaa lathan
Pumpin' Brown Sugar by D'Angelo

In Los Angeles, like an evangelist
How can you introduce you to your maker ?
the sticks
Remember to keep the de la/de la/native tongue
In the mix
Just like log cabin syrup my sound is game thick
Now this goes out to all area clicks
and later make a dub
An MC ate well, so that you can tell
I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Nothing like an idiot, get it?
You want the record,
this rap fans like crack fiends 
Until we re-up, and put more Infamous up on the rap scene 
Mix the coke rhymes in greases like baking soda 
Albums
I'm fresh hell walls, like a schizophrenic rapist
Every album banks in a box like it's Christmas
What clinch this, I'm ready to dismiss
The mix of this
and later make a dub
An MC ate well, so that you can tell
I am not illiterate, no not even a little bit
Nothing like an idiot, get it?
You want the record,
it
I'mma everyday struggle 'til I get to the top
I study Em, BIG, Tech N9ne, 2Pac
Come to my crib unannounced I got a big t-tato pie
Hopped up 9
copped that first and second album
Word up, y'all real troops out there, yoaw

[9th Prince]
Aiyyoaw, my lions run through club Cheetah, with rusty heaters
album came and it was not good
I think it went lead or double copper wood
So the silly little fans they were mislead
By a nerdy internet computer hip-hop
[Chorus] 
(I'm comin'.) 
How ya comin', baby? 
(I'm comin'.) 
This is how I'm comin'. 

The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
is just the guy to lead a crew
Right up to your face and diss you
Everyone saw me on the last album cover
Holding a pistol something far from
told you niggaz 9 albums, stop fuckin' with me
I done told you niggaz the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me
You niggaz must got 9 lives, 9th wonder

Put
told you niggas
9 albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got 9 lives
9th wonder
you niggas
9 albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got 9 lives
9th wonder

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