New Generation (feat. Method Man) ([Remix] [Radio Edit]) (Remix - Radio Edit)

New Generation (Remix - Radio Edit) - 2nd Generation Wu/Method Man

Lyrics by：Kyle Graham/Shaken Smith/Clifford Smith/Dontae Hawkins

Composed by：Kyle Graham/Shaken Smith/Clifford Smith/Dontae Hawkins

Pen to the paper nobody safe yeah

Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker

Pen to the paper nobody safe yeah

Like death on your shoulder

Come meet your makeri stay on it

I be goin off

Big brain know-it-all

Never follow protocol

A poet flowing motor oil

Show me how to show ''em all

You don't gotta panic or get frantic

I'm as cool as the band on the titanic

If you don't understand

It you should pan across

The planet in a hammock

Get your mind off that New York city transit

Now in spanish

Mira gente yo me gusta la calma y tranquilo

For my people don't forget about karma

Uh

See imma do something that

They only say they do do what

Steal your game call you over

To play a game witchu the f**k

I never lied but you bet

I'm guessing my aim is true

Boy it's baby blue like no

Oxygen when I flame the booth

Sideburns wolverine

But I got my sabretooth

In the grayish coupe

I got more than one like a wayans spoof

Finally shot a gun such pxwer

I got to aim shoot

Gotta show respect like when

Older heads share the game witchu knowledge

Pen to the paper nobody safe yeah

Like death on your shoulder

Come meet your maker

Pen to the paper nobody safe yeah

Like death on your shoulder

Come meet your maker it's P

I be the beast when trees roll

N***as peep the wagon catch

Shells through peep holes

I keep hoes on knees and foes on ten toes

My speech flow further than niles go

And my best shoes run on tracks

That's my miles bro

My eyes low mind's fried

From getting too high yo

Told 'em I got the hook

Wrote the verse so f**k it

I'm back spazzin'

Bargasm when I dip in the

Pocket you know what happened

Pen to the paper nobody safe yeah

Like death on your shoulder

Come meet your maker

Hey y'all can't f**k with

Fifth like r kelly

Can't f**k with the kid

A drunk nanny n***a lost his wig

I'm playing

I know what it's like to lose

You feel so desperately that you're right

I ask you to what end

Dread it

Run from it

Destiny arrives at the same time

And now it's here

Or should I say

I am

Look

No walter white but I'm breaking bad

Mazeltov breaking glass

Make a path I make 'em roadkill

On one tank of gas

Take a drag in tgi friday with a jason mask

Probl'em is y'all don't see

The probl'em l'emme take a stab at it

Slash at it bunch of fiends and rap addicts

I'm just tryna break to leave

And you can't even break a habit

This ain't rap this is black

Magic back on that package

Two straps on 'em like backpackers

Now back to rappers

You backstabbers right back at yaa

And back tracking so cliché

But nothing's more cliché than black rapper

What's the fact of what comes after laughter

Y'all wasn't factoring the fact

We ain't laughing witcha we laughin at ya

Mef your master silverback overachiever

My chef black and he whip crack like overseer

I blow the cheeba my index finger can blow the heater

And the track mixed with that cocaina I blow the speaker

Yeahpen to the paper nobody safe yeah

Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker

Pen to the paper nobody safe yeah

Like death on your shoulder come meet your maker

Your maker your maker your maker