2nd Generation Wu Feat. Method Man - New Generation (Remix)

Lyrics

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

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 fuck?)
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
Niggas peep the wagon, catch shells 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 fuck 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 fuck with Fifth like R. Kelly
Can’t fuck with the kid, A drunk nanny nigga 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...

Yeah, Uh, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
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 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

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