9th Prince - Generation Next (feat. Killarmy & T.M.F.) Lyrics
f/ Islord, Ruthless Bastards, T.M.F.[Islord]Aiyo I want all y'all niggaz out there in this rap shitClaimin' y'all rappersY'all niggaz ain't no *****in' MC'sKnowwhatI'msayin', son?Cuz once you step into the chamberCuz we dealin' with the 7th Chamber..AiyoWitness this homocide lyrical specialistOnce I slide on the set like Mt. EverestAvalanches, causin' total mayhemIn this rap industry, towards any non-descript rapperWho has the strongest heart, and dares to challenge the God?Dart for dart, that's the wrong moveLike one cat with a red shirt, stumblin' in a problemTen cats with blue shirts, each one of 'emLugered out with clips filled to the brim with hollow pointsCuz I'm on some, ***** all y'all R&B artist-esThinkin' y'all MC's, y'all best to Run 4 CoverAnd throw ya bulletproof helmets on ya headEnough said..[Infrared]I spit warfare, real shit niggaz like to hearInfrared from Ruthless, nigga, crack them beersTwist the 'dro, put the clip in the fo'***** it back, put one in the head, these niggaz don't know?Then let 'em know how we comin'Deep, we keep shook niggaz runnin'You cowards is afraid of my power, ain't holdin' nuttin'Lemme show you somethin', 'bout this rap shitFirst of all if you ain't spittin' acid, you goin' backwardsThese Bastards attack shit, fabulous, fatherlessMarvelous, Shaolin niggaz from stompin' woodKillarm', T.M.F. connect with RuthlessChallenge new generation, nigga, we the bestWe out for this cheddar cheeseYou better freeze if we enemiesIf ya life's on the line you better squeezeYo I'm tellin' these wannabeez, about the ho'sCome out ya shoes, we ain't got nuttin' to lose[Trife]Aiyo I floss like a red Porsche beamin' in the sunsetYou made a dumb bet *****in' with these young vetsWho bumped heads with the hardest and build with the smartestFive artists, you can't do nuttin' to part usNiggaz is garbage that either get bagged upCuz their style's ragged up lookin' like sad pupsYou'll be jacked up, weakened with your eyes half shut'Til you had enough cuz *****in' with us is bad luckThe temptation of ***** be hard to pass upSo before I slide in I test the cat and strap upIs there a question? You gotta ask usDon't be afraid, but on my behalf you're gettin' playedAnd where you was at, you shoulda stayedNow you search for aid, no one to save youAnd all your so-called men betrayed youThey wantin' to talk and work deals under the tablePassin' 'em CREAM, gold watches and large cablesThey s***** you, like the serpentTurn the lights off and close the curtainSellin' their soul to a merchantI got niggaz, scared to, meet me in personSearchin', like the Internet, I got 'em surfin'[Chorus: Tommy Whispers]Now Born, Port Richmond, Killah HillStapleton, West Brighton, Jungle NillzIn Shaolin we keep it realShit is gettin' deep, reach for steelWe goin' all out, do what you feel[Truck]I stick and move, move and stick with niggazIf it's real I click with niggazLayin' all the fifth with niggaz, sick of niggazSimple lickin' and squeeze faster than with triggasDouble dare any niggaz, cross me and my city slickersPetty pocket pickers rockin' niggazQuick to throw a rock at the *****esTryin' to *****block my riches on a hot block with snitchesStill gettin' dough, still gettin' hated on the lowStill doin' sticks with Sideshow, eyes low from hydroDrive slow, beasts on our tail, rain, sleet or hailCatch me on these cold streets stabbin' for bailNiggaz is lackin' the real so I brought the hostilityBetter off killin' me then sendin' me back 'fore I fail[9th Prince]Aiyo thugs and rubber clips with hollow jointsSharp lead that fled through your pressure pointsCelebrity Death Match, we out like an axeBein' swung by a serial killer maniacPoetry brainiac, project hoodratsThey enjoyin' hearin' my albumBlack dust will get you blastThen throw on a skimask and rob street's asylum9th Prince, y'all niggaz can't solve himThese 9 Fingers of Death'll be the answer to your problemsMy roof is like an infrared, I'm hostileNo Smiles, dogs cry when they're on trialRhymes travel 23 million square milesMad razor blades, throwin' switchblades that'll cut you a fadeLyrical maze, MC's lost for daysWithin the 9th Chamber, another Wu bangaFor all my Killah Hill side stranglaz[Chorus x2][Outro: Tommy Whispers]Tommy Whispers, niggaBastards! Word is bond, come on!Revenge of the 9 FingersThe Chamber continuesWord upEverything is EverythingGarvey the KidThis Shaolin shit is forever!Forever..
