Artist: 9th Prince f/ Islord, Ruthless Bastards, T.M.F. Album: Granddaddy Flow Song: Generation Next Typed by: ThaMasta@Wu-Lyricz.Com [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..