Ova Confident

[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)