4th Disciple - Generation Next lyrics

[Islord] Aiyo I want all y'all n***as out there in this rap sh** Claimin' y'all rappers Y'all n***as ain't no f**in' MC's KnowwhatI'msayin', son? Cuz once you step into the chamber Cuz we dealin' with the 7th Chamber.. Aiyo Witness this h*mocide 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, f** 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 sh** n***as like to hear Infrared from Ruthless, n***a, crack them beers Twist the 'dro, put the clip in the fo' co*k it back, put one in the head, these n***as don't know? Then let 'em know how we comin' Deep, we keep shook n***as runnin' You cowards is afraid of my power, ain't holdin' nuttin' Lemme show you somethin', 'bout this rap sh** First of all if you ain't spittin' acid, you goin' backwards These ba*tards attack sh**, fabulous, fatherless Marvelous, Shaolin n***as from stompin' wood k**arm', T.M.F. connect with Ruthless Challenge new generation, n***a, 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 f**in' 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 n***as 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 f**in' with us is bad luck The temptation of p**y be hard to pa** 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 Pa**in' '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 n***as, scared to, meet me in person Searchin', like the Internet, I got 'em surfin' [Hook: Tommy Whispers] Now Born, Port Richmond, k**ah Hill Stapleton, West Brighton, Jungle Nillz In Shaolin we keep it real sh** is gettin' deep, reach for steel We goin' all out, do what you feel [Truck] I stick and move, move and stick with n***as If it's real I click with n***as Layin' all the fifth with n***as, sick of n***as Simple lickin' and squeeze faster than with triggas Double dare any n***as, cross me and my city slickers Petty pocket pickers rockin' n***as Quick to throw a rock at the b**hes Tryin' to co*kblock 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 n***as is lackin' the real so I brought the hostility Better off k**in' 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 d**h Match, we out like an axe Bein' swung by a serial k**er 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 n***as can't solve him These 9 Fingers of d**h'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 k**ah Hill side stranglaz [Hook x2] [Outro: Tommy Whispers] Tommy Whispers, n***a ba*tards! Word is bond, come on! Revenge of the 9 Fingers The Chamber continues Word up Everything is Everything Garvey the Kid This Shaolin sh** is forever! Forever..