Chris Conway - Then & Now lyrics

[Intro: Justice] Yeah... what? What? Justice.. yeah.. check it out [Justice] I never hesitate to drop a verse, I rhyme first Repeat it so often, it's well rehearsed Rap stars, come through, rock the universe I watch from afar just to see what they be doing first Some was at they worst, dying of thirst Others push through like the troops in Iraq, yo But what did Bush do? See, I don't know a thing about politics But flowing to the beat, is as dirty as my collar gets The wildest child is gifted and talented But change they style, will never wanna challenge it You telling me to rhyme to the melody I take time with my words like I'm in the spelling bee If I don't make the grade, I don't make the record Once that's accomplished, then my rhymes respect it As long as we stay on track, and then We can rhyme back to back, whatever, kid [Hook: Shamel Irief] One, two, we coming with the Wu Three, four, we knocking at your door Five, six, we eat them grits Seven, to the eight, we don't hate Nine to the ten, and we still wanna win.. (Wanna win, wanna win...) [Shamel Irief] Yo, I terrorize shorty with the Iron Palm When I step on stage, I clutch the mic strong That melody was flowing, while that beat was going When the waves connect in my ear, that pen starts going Cause when I get on the mic, I rock it so ill That's why they call me the Little Masta k**' I'm like rock and stone, put together These dudes come in my face like "blah blah whatever" So I had to hit the dude in the chest, B These little fake MC's just want to test me I thought I told you before, I'm not a toy I'm just a young boy, what? Doing my thing Brooklyn, Brooklyn, with the Brooklyn slang, come on [Hook] [Young Prince] Wu-Tang Clan k**a Beez Rock all my enemies, with the double D's Double CD's, ride for the enemies With the rocking-the-mic right, roll up with the typewrite Rocking my Nike Flight, ballin' with the nice And I'm rippin' the mic right, and you know who it is It's the Young kid P, from the Brooklyn side Brooklyn's Finest, Brownsville Knew our attack, and what the gats do, Plaza, all day, baby [Outro: Masta k**a] Yeah... can't lose, and we still gon' win forever Young Godz forever Peace to the Gods and the Earths forever Kareem Just, Shamel Irief, the Young Prince Yeah, yeah, Allah Just you know how do this thing, man