Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Generation Next, artist - 9th Prince. Date of issue: 27.05.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Generation Next |
| 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. |
| 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 |
| 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' |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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. |