Artist: Shyheim f/ 9th Prince, Killa Sin, Raekwon, Rubbabandz, RZA Album: The Lost Generation/Wu-Chronicles: Chapter I Song: Young Godz Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash, jannepar@dlc.fi, Tha Masta [Intro: RZA, (Raekwon)] Yo *echoes* Older cats *echoes* Yo *echoes* Whassup Rae? What's going on son? (Whattup dude?) (Yeah, I ain't see y'all cats in a long time) Check it, yo (Y'all better be on that shit too) Older cats max, the young godz they got the guns (KnowhatI'msayin son?) Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run (Y'all the little y'all the youth coming up) Or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums (KnowhatI'msayin son?) (Yo son) Come the young Shaolin Monks takin heads with the tongue (You the first man, you go first son) [Shyheim] I Mobb Deep, in cherry Cherokees, I forever be on some thug shit, runnin wild through New York City Bustin guns rockin jew-els that shine like the sun Stapleton is where I'm from and been now for years stayed on point like spears (yeah, word up) cuz the jealous motherfuckers want to end my career I never feared, the ghetto is Hell, but I learned ta keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel-plated burner and squeeze, if I get front on, my nine millimi will have my enemies, behind trees Niggaz they think they live cuz they puff a little lye Pack a bullshit, twenty-five, now them think them killers [Chorus: RZA, (Raekwon)] Older cats mack, you know the young godz they got the guns (You right about that kid) Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run (Now yo y'all just keep everything moving you know) or get stung by the killer bee stinga from the slums (The beat is sounding like Star Trek) Comes the young Shaolin Monks, taking heads, with the tongue (So yo, youknowhatI'msayin Son?) [9th Prince] Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killa falcon I meditate between spring waters and mountains Brain cells is able to be biodegradable When I think it's hazardous to your ozone layer with pre-meditated killer plan to kill the mayor, my silencer causes niggaz to hush, then I rush, like Manchuz who guard jewels and collect, Cash Rules with heavy jewels I live by name and cut veins, burn the bodies into flames Restrain my anger, I lock down every chamber Hillside strangeler, a nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic Build off of rhymin calisthetics I'm determined, I raise a army like Hitler of young Germans and become the allied commander, my enemies is captured on camera They seek death, I begin to torture them (calm down kid take your time) by giving butterfly stitches, bear witness as I hang all the Jehovah's Witnesses [Chorus w/o Raekwon] [Rubbabandz] Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do? Last year, you ran for the border with your crew I flip, stacks, all the, time when I rhyme Libra is my sign, and can't stand swine When I dine, the automatic weapon got niggaz steppin, in the opposite direction My jurisdiction, is off grounds to you clowns My proposition, me and you go round for round Straight up and down, I broke the sound barrier Scarier, than a tight skirt wrapped around a transvestite The grammar, hype, nigga check your stats or you'll be rhyming with a broke back Niggaz talk about they rollin deep up in here The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair [Interlude: RZA, (Raekwon)] Older... (Yo, y'all calm down man calm down calm down) Yeah, and yo (Now yo, youknowhatI'msayin?) I wanna tell y'all (Y'all up under the restrictions of the Wu camp) Aiyyo Rae, we got Killa Sin YouknowhatI'msayin? Madman, Shyheim the Rugged Child (So just take your time and handle life as it comes) Motherfuckin Rubbabandz, the young godz comin through Cause the real nigga gonna know what they gotta do (Showin and provin youknowhatI'msayin?) Shaolin forever [Killa Sin] Aiyyo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war, fuck the peace Make shit hot like rockin tube socks at Jones Beach in the summer, number one gunner, run for cover Keep em steppin with more Lethal Weapons than Danny Glover I cock back, action packed raps and gats Niggaz trade Mac's for prats, people react to RZA sharp tracks Another day nother body dropped, you better keep your shottie cocked for actin snotty cops catch karate chops Cuz Wu-Tang live, forever and a day you better pray for better ways to get away when my Beretta spray We never play with commercialism The hardcore rhythm give em more hell than an exorcism My terrordome be a clever poem, let it be known I'm packin chrome and rollin phatter than eleven bones My crew's sicker than that AIDS shit While others get played quick, cause we be making hits through the grave shifts My right hand man, myself and the Clan Gun and mic stands with verses helped me see my first a hundred grand and to my Physical one love power crazy real for all them carbon copy niggaz lurkin in the rap field [Outro: RZA] Older cats max, young godz got the guns Out of town niggaz best to run Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, check it out Yo, older cats mack, the young godz, they got the guns Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum From the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue From the slum comes the young Shaolin Monks, takin heads with the tongue Older cats mack, but young godz got the guns Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run Or get stung Killa bee stinga from the slum, come the young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue Older cats max, but young godz they got the guns Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run Aiyyo stop it Older cats max but young godz they got the guns Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run Or get stung by the killa bee stinga from the slum From the young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue Young Shaolin Monks taking heads with the tongue Older cats max but young godz got the guns Out of town Big Willie niggaz best to run Or get stung...