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new generation (remix) - 2nd generation wu lyrics

[chorus: pxwer]
pen to the paper, n0body safe, yeah
like death on your shoulder come meet your maker
pen to the paper, n0body safe, yeah
like death on your shoulder come meet your maker

[verse 1: intell]
i 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*ck?)
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)

[chorus: pxwer]
pen to the paper, n0body safe, yeah
like death on your shoulder come meet your maker
pen to the paper, n0body safe, yeah
like death on your shoulder come meet your maker

[verse 2: pxwer]
it’s p! i be the beast when trees roll
n*ggas peep the wagon, catch sh*lls through peep holes
i keep hoes on knees & 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*ck it, i’m back spazzin’
bargasm when i dip in the pocket you know what happened
pen to the paper, n0body safe, yeah
like death on your shoulder come meet your maker
hey, y’all can’t f*ck with fifth like r. kelly
can’t f*ck with the kid, a drunk nanny n*gga lost his wig
i’m playing

[interlude: low pitched voice pxwer]
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…

[verse 3: method man]
yeah, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
look
no walter white but i’m breaking bad
mazeltov, breaking glass
make a path, i make em roadk!ll on one tank of gas
take a drag in t.g.i. friday with a jason mask
problem is y’all don’t see the problem lemme take a stab at it
slash at it, bunch of fiends & rap addicts
i’m just tryna break to leave & 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 & 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
yeah

[chorus: pxwer]
pen to the paper, n0body safe, yeah
like death on your shoulder come meet your maker
pen to the paper, n0body safe, yeah
like death on your shoulder come meet your maker

- 2nd generation wu lyrics

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