Generation Next

[Islord]<br>Aiyo I want all y`all niggaz out there in this rap shit<br>Claimin` y`all rappers<br>Y`all niggaz ain`t no fuckin` MC`s<br>KnowwhatI`msayin`, son?<br>Cuz once you step into the chamber<br>Cuz we dealin` with the 7th Chamber..<br><br>Aiyo<br>Witness this homocide lyrical specialist<br>Once I slide on the set like Mt. Everest<br>Avalanches, causin` total mayhem<br>In this rap industry, towards any non-descript rapper<br>Who has the strongest heart, and dares to challenge the God?<br>Dart for dart, that`s the wrong move<br>Like one cat with a red shirt, stumblin` in a problem<br>Ten cats with blue shirts, each one of `em<br>Lugered out with clips filled to the brim with hollow points<br>Cuz I`m on some, fuck all y`all R&B artist-es<br>Thinkin` y`all MC`s, y`all best to Run 4 Cover<br>And throw ya bulletproof helmets on ya head<br>Enough said..<br><br>[Infrared]<br>I spit warfare, real shit niggaz like to hear<br>Infrared from Ruthless, nigga, crack them beers<br>Twist the `dro, put the clip in the fo`<br>Cock it back, put one in the head, these niggaz don`t know?<br>Then let `em know how we comin`<br>Deep, we keep shook niggaz runnin`<br>You cowards is afraid of my power, ain`t holdin` nuttin`<br>Lemme show you somethin`, `bout this rap shit<br>First of all if you ain`t spittin` acid, you goin` backwards<br>These Bastards attack shit, fabulous, fatherless<br>Marvelous, Shaolin niggaz from stompin` wood<br>Killarm`, T.M.F. connect with Ruthless<br>Challenge new generation, nigga, we the best<br>We out for this cheddar cheese<br>You better freeze if we enemies<br>If ya life`s on the line you better squeeze<br>Yo I`m tellin` these wannabeez, about the ho`s<br>Come out ya shoes, we ain`t got nuttin` to lose<br><br>[Trife]<br>Aiyo I floss like a red Porsche beamin` in the sunset<br>You made a dumb bet fuckin` with these young vets<br>Who bumped heads with the hardest and build with the smartest<br>Five artists, you can`t do nuttin` to part us<br>Niggaz is garbage that either get bagged up<br>Cuz their style`s ragged up lookin` like sad pups<br>You`ll be jacked up, weakened with your eyes half shut<br>`Til you had enough cuz fuckin` with us is bad luck<br>The temptation of pussy be hard to pass up<br>So before I slide in I test the cat and strap up<br>Is there a question? You gotta ask us<br>Don`t be afraid, but on my behalf you`re gettin` played<br>And where you was at, you shoulda stayed<br>Now you search for aid, no one to save you<br>And all your so-called men betrayed you<br>They wantin` to talk and work deals under the table<br>Passin` `em CREAM, gold watches and large cables<br>They snaked you, like the serpent<br>Turn the lights off and close the curtain<br>Sellin` their soul to a merchant<br>I got niggaz, scared to, meet me in person<br>Searchin`, like the Internet, I got `em surfin`<br><br>[Chorus: Tommy Whispers]<br>Now Born, Port Richmond, Killah Hill<br>Stapleton, West Brighton, Jungle Nillz<br>In Shaolin we keep it real<br>Shit is gettin` deep, reach for steel<br>We goin` all out, do what you feel<br><br>[Truck]<br>I stick and move, move and stick with niggaz<br>If it`s real I click with niggaz<br>Layin` all the fifth with niggaz, sick of niggaz<br>Simple lickin` and squeeze faster than with triggas<br>Double dare any niggaz, cross me and my city slickers<br>Petty pocket pickers rockin` niggaz<br>Quick to throw a rock at the bitches<br>Tryin` to cockblock my riches on a hot block with snitches<br>Still gettin` dough, still gettin` hated on the low<br>Still doin` sticks with Sideshow, eyes low from hydro<br>Drive slow, beasts on our tail, rain, sleet or hail<br>Catch me on these cold streets stabbin` for bail<br>Niggaz is lackin` the real so I brought the hostility<br>Better off killin` me then sendin` me back `fore I fail<br><br>[9th Prince]<br>Aiyo thugs and rubber clips with hollow joints<br>Sharp lead that fled through your pressure points<br>Celebrity Death Match, we out like an axe<br>Bein` swung by a serial killer maniac<br>Poetry brainiac, project hoodrats<br>They enjoyin` hearin` my album<br>Black dust will get you blast<br>Then throw on a skimask and rob street`s asylum<br>9th Prince, y`all niggaz can`t solve him<br>These 9 Fingers of Death`ll be the answer to your problems<br>My roof is like an infrared, I`m hostile<br>No Smiles, dogs cry when they`re on trial<br>Rhymes travel 23 million square miles<br>Mad razor blades, throwin` switchblades that`ll cut you a fade<br>Lyrical maze, MC`s lost for days<br>Within the 9th Chamber, another Wu banga<br>For all my Killah Hill side stranglaz<br><br>[Chorus x2]<br><br>[Outro: Tommy Whispers]<br>Tommy Whispers, nigga<br>Bastards! Word is bond, come on!<br>Revenge of the 9 Fingers<br>The Chamber continues<br>Word up<br>Everything is Everything<br>Garvey the Kid<br>This Shaolin shit is forever!<br>Forever..