Now why run for a piece, when you can run to ah priest It's useless asking for peace when you battle a beast When you was coming all I saw was a feast and fuck a cease fire am Caesar this Greece So you're gonna need an army at least for your odds to increase My nine piece take down trees so what the fuck is a leaf If my rhymes cause pain then my nine will give you relief And by relief I mean leave you deceased Am not even Ill no more, am a fucking disease My rhymes will melt yah, after my nine makes you freeze 160 degrees, blow you to pieces have you airborne in the Caribbean breeze Scatter you all over the West Indies If your man is still standing my nine piece will blowout his knees Get to the ground beg me please, you must be mad coming up against lyrics like these I've got so much buzz on the streets scientist say am a rare species ah bees.