[Verse 1]

I waste MCs like time

The one and only incredible, the original Nine

Burnin MCs at degrees of five-hundred Fahrenheit

Drop em back to Celsius, Lord help me it's insane

Pop like tops on 40 o-z's

Make cheese, while you sweat me for the proceeds

I survived 'cause I strived

Then I cock back my fist and PUNCH out ya insides

Who's left, cause Nine got rights

I squeeze Tecs like spandex mad tight (right right)

One on one, don't you make me buck you with my gun, baby

I'm tired of playing all these games

It seems like I-yah can't get time out anymore

My name is Nine and your name is Mud

When I come down, I-yah haffa come down raw

Just say, ohh, ohh, listen to the Nine my style is fat

Just say, no, no, sucker MCs know they rhymes are wack

Just say, oh take your best shot, lemme see what you got

Ain't got a lot, run from red dot, spot like cop

Oh lord, I got the drop, shot the blood clot

Non-stop, pop pop pop pop goes the gat

Still fat, still black

I still rap, and yo' ass is still wack!

Who's that nigga with the booyaka?

It's the one and only Nine and I'm doing ya

Weeded daily, always pack a half ounce G

Put springs in your boots and still can't outbounce me

(Check one check two check three)

Check as many as you want, but come check me, N-I-N-E

[Chorus]

Oh God I got the fundamentals

I can grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

Oh God I got the fundamentals

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

Oh God I got the fundamentals

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

Oh God I got the fundamentals

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

[Verse 2]

Rock, the body body, rock the body body

Nine wants a hottie that treats me like I'm daddy daddy

The format I use, steps on blue suede shoes

I guzzle booze then mic check (one, two)

I shake and bake the world

Rearrange like the chemical Jheri curl, drink til I hurl

*throws up* Excuse me, where was I? Stay fly

Never ran, never will, do or die

Chocolate thai got me lifted

No mistake, hit like a earthquake, son I'm gifted

N-I-N-E, came up in lights

I rock mics, down with street fights and chalice pipes

Niggas know my steelo I'm 40 below

Deep flow, act like you fucking know

Infrared beams, baggy jeans, mic screens

Caffeine and nicotine makes me fiend I'm mean like Joe Greene

Down with a team, on point like the damn laser beam

It ain't no fucking dream

I pull styles out my ass like doo-doo (shit!)

Nine makes MCs quick quick flick the Bic to the izz

Light, pull smoke, blow it in your area

With jaws, like a pitbull terrier

I attack instrumentals with fundamentals

Off the head, no pen, no paper, no pencils

With the device I'm nice, if the price is right

I tear the motherfucker up all night

Bomb diddy bomb ba dang a dang

I got slang like Wu-Tang not many can hang

[Chorus]

Oh God I got the fundamentals

I can grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

Oh God I got the fundamentals

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

Oh God I got the fundamentals

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

Oh God I got the fundamentals

Nine'll grab the mic and rip up a instrumental

[Outro]

For those who are unaware

This is another Fed Production warning

To all wack, sucker-ass, punk-ass crews

And all you industry niggas who was sleeping

Now's your wake-up call, punk

Bob Lewis, Nine, Tony Stoute, Al Blunt

The crew, is in effect

You cannot stop this

Protect your fucking neck