who you gonna rip without that confidence i really believe you re weak and overconfident run for the hills but there s no escape from my cd my wax my fat cassette tape i m great like alexander o neal it 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 diarrhea when i m dropping shit mamma mia ain t no cure for the pure lyrical gonorrhea 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 i hate to bust your bubble but every single rapper s in trouble i m crazier than ever i m hungrier like a shark in the ocean full of legs after dark i ma tear shit apart pull more strings than a harp i m cocky like that you know the time check the little hand the big hand tell me what you see nine o clock on the f ing dot pop goes the gat and if you ever knew me you d remember that old school new school aint nobody safe new york to la im all over the place with the base crazy gear like a clutch i m the most when i touch the microphone your overconfidence is ghost it s outta here like the 5000 love seat egos crush when i m rhyming to the beat you attempt to fade me and hit me with a dent so i m stepping to you money cause i think you re overconfident  who you gonna rip without that confidence i really believe you re weak and overconfident you thought you was the man bad news kid i never heard of you or the bullshit you claim you did you re phony full of baloney like oscar mayer the wiener 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 repertoire is mad thick with intice spits lyrically i m so amazing like luther i hit the stage and get ugly like medusa ain t 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 hollow tip 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