Generation Next Lyrics

Generation Next lyrics

f/ Islord, Ruthless Bastards, T.M.F.







[Islord]



Aiyo I want all y'all niggaz out there in this rap shit



Claimin' y'all rappers



Y'all niggaz ain't no fuckin' MC's



KnowwhatI'msayin', son?



Cuz once you step into the chamber



Cuz we dealin' with the 7th Chamber..







Aiyo



Witness this homocide lyrical specialist



Once I slide on the set like Mt. Everest



Avalanches, causin' total mayhem



In this rap industry, towards any non-descript rapper



Who has the strongest heart, and dares to challenge the God?



Dart for dart, that's the wrong move



Like one cat with a red shirt, stumblin' in a problem



Ten cats with blue shirts, each one of 'em



Lugered out with clips filled to the brim with hollow points



Cuz I'm on some, fuck all y'all R&B artist-es



Thinkin' y'all MC's, y'all best to Run 4 Cover



And throw ya bulletproof helmets on ya head



Enough said..







[Infrared]



I spit warfare, real shit niggaz like to hear



Infrared from Ruthless, nigga, crack them beers



Twist the 'dro, put the clip in the fo'



Cock 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 shit



First of all if you ain't spittin' acid, you goin' backwards



These Bastards attack shit, fabulous, fatherless



Marvelous, Shaolin niggaz from stompin' wood



Killarm', T.M.F. connect with Ruthless



Challenge new generation, nigga, we the best



We out for this cheddar cheese



You better freeze if we enemies



If ya life's on the line you better squeeze



Yo I'm tellin' these wannabeez, about the ho's



Come out ya shoes, we ain't got nuttin' to lose







[Trife]



Aiyo I floss like a red Porsche beamin' in the sunset



You made a dumb bet fuckin' with these young vets



Who bumped heads with the hardest and build with the smartest



Five artists, you can't do nuttin' to part us



Niggaz is garbage that either get bagged up



Cuz their style's ragged up lookin' like sad pups



You'll be jacked up, weakened with your eyes half shut



'Til you had enough cuz fuckin' with us is bad luck



The temptation of pussy be hard to pass up



So before I slide in I test the cat and strap up



Is there a question? You gotta ask us



Don't be afraid, but on my behalf you're gettin' played



And where you was at, you shoulda stayed



Now you search for aid, no one to save you



And all your so-called men betrayed you



They wantin' to talk and work deals under the table



Passin' 'em CREAM, gold watches and large cables



They snaked you, like the serpent



Turn the lights off and close the curtain



Sellin' their soul to a merchant



I got niggaz, scared to, meet me in person



Searchin', like the Internet, I got 'em surfin'







[Chorus: Tommy Whispers]



Now Born, Port Richmond, Killah Hill



Stapleton, West Brighton, Jungle Nillz



In Shaolin we keep it real



Shit is gettin' deep, reach for steel



We goin' all out, do what you feel







[Truck]



I stick and move, move and stick with niggaz



If it's real I click with niggaz



Layin' all the fifth with niggaz, sick of niggaz



Simple lickin' and squeeze faster than with triggas



Double dare any niggaz, cross me and my city slickers



Petty pocket pickers rockin' niggaz



Quick to throw a rock at the bitches



Tryin' to cockblock my riches on a hot block with snitches



Still gettin' dough, still gettin' hated on the low



Still doin' sticks with Sideshow, eyes low from hydro



Drive slow, beasts on our tail, rain, sleet or hail



Catch me on these cold streets stabbin' for bail



Niggaz is lackin' the real so I brought the hostility



Better off killin' me then sendin' me back 'fore I fail







[9th Prince]



Aiyo thugs and rubber clips with hollow joints



Sharp lead that fled through your pressure points



Celebrity Death Match, we out like an axe



Bein' swung by a serial killer maniac



Poetry brainiac, project hoodrats



They enjoyin' hearin' my album



Black dust will get you blast



Then throw on a skimask and rob street's asylum



9th Prince, y'all niggaz can't solve him



These 9 Fingers of Death'll be the answer to your problems



My roof is like an infrared, I'm hostile



No Smiles, dogs cry when they're on trial



Rhymes travel 23 million square miles



Mad razor blades, throwin' switchblades that'll cut you a fade



Lyrical maze, MC's lost for days



Within the 9th Chamber, another Wu banga



For all my Killah Hill side stranglaz







[Chorus x2]







[Outro: Tommy Whispers]



Tommy Whispers, nigga



Bastards! Word is bond, come on!



Revenge of the 9 Fingers



The Chamber continues



Word up



Everything is Everything



Garvey the Kid



This Shaolin shit is forever!



Forever..