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Renee Olstead - Generation Next lyrics
[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 cablesRenee Olstead - Generation Next - http://motolyrics.com/renee-olstead/generation-next-lyrics.html
 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..








