Generation Next

f/ Islord, Ruthless Bastards, T.M.F.

[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 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'

[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..