Testo Young Godz - Shyheim
Testo della canzone Young Godz (Shyheim), tratta dall'album The Lost Generation
Yo, older cats
Yo, what up duke?
Yeah, ain't see y'all cats in a long time
Y'all better be on that shit too
Know what I'm saying son?
Gotta live, you, and I
Know what I'm saying?
Yo son, you the first man
You go first
I'm Mobb Deep, in cherry Cherokees, I forever be
On some thug shit, running wild through New York City
Busting guns, rocking jewels that shine like the sun
Stapleton is where I'm from
And been there for years, stayed on point like spears
Cause them jealous motherfuckers wanna end my career
I never fear, the ghetto is hell, but I learn ta
Keep my mouth shut and pack a nickel plated burner
And squeeze, if I get fronted on, my nine milli-me
Will have my enemies behind trees
Niggas they think they live cause they puff a little lye
Pack of bullshit, twenty-five, now them get the killers
Older cats mack, the young gods, they got the guns
Out of town, Big Willie niggas best to run
Or get stung by the Killa Bee stinger from the slum
Couple young Shaolin monks, sticking heads with the tongue
Yo, deep in the ocean of the Atlantic, here comes the killer falcon
I meditate between waterfalls and mountains
Brain cells is able to be biodegradable
When I think it's hazardous to your ozone layer
With premeditated killer plans to kill the mayor
My silencer causes niggas to hush, then I rush
Like Manchus with God jewels and collect cash rules
With heavy jewels, I live out my name and cut veins
Burning bodies into flames, to vent my anger
I lock down every chamber, Hillside strangler
A nigga with a mask like Lone Ranger
Rap poetic is injected into the brain athletic
Build up from farming calisthenics, I'm determined
I raise an army like Hitler young Germans
And become the ally commander, my enemies is captured on camera
And seek death, I begin to torture them
By giving butterfly stitches, bear
Witness as I hang Jehovah's witnesses
Older cats mack, the young gods, they got the guns
Out of town, Big Willie niggas best to run
Or get stung by the Killa Bee stinger from the slum
Couple young Shaolin monks, sticking heads with the tongue
Yo, yo, this is manslaughter, so what you wanna do?
Last year, you ran for the border with your crew
I flip stats, all the, time when I rhyme
Libra is my sign, and can't stand swine when I dine
The automatic weapon, got niggas stepping
In the opposite direction, my jurisdiction
Is off rounds 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 the stats
Or you'll be rhyming with a broke back
Niggas talking bout they rolling deep up in here
The only way you roll is if you in a wheelchair
Yo, y'all calm down, calm down, calm down
Now yo, you know what I'm saying?
Y'all up under the restrictions of the Wu-Tang
You know what I'm saying?
So just take your time and handle life as it comes
Cause the real niggas gon' come back
Yo, may all the bullshit cease, increase the war, fuck the peace
Make shit hot like rocking tube socks in Jones Beach
In the summer, number one gunner, run for cover
Keep 'em stepping with more lethal weapons than Danny Glover
I cock back, action packed raps and gats
Niggas trade MAC's for crack, people react to RZA's sharp tracks
Another day, another body drop
You better keep your shotty cocked back
A snotty hop catch karate chops
Cause 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 packing chrome and rolling phatter than eleven bones
My crew sicker than that AIDS shit, while others get played quick
Cause we be making hits through the grave shift
My right hand man, myself, and the Clan
Gunning 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 niggas lurking in the rap field
Older cats mack, the young gods, yo, they got the guns
Out of town, Big Willie niggas best to run
Or get stung by the Killa Bee stinger from the slum
Couple young Shaolin monks, sticking heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, the young gods, they got the guns
Out of town, Big Willie niggas best to run
Or get stung by the Killa Bee stinger from the slum
Couple young Shaolin monks, sticking heads with the tongue
From the slum, couple young Shaolin
Monks, sticking heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, the young gods, they got the guns
Out of town, Big Willie niggas best to run
Or get stung, Killa Bee stinger from the slum
Couple young Shaolin monks, sticking heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, the young gods, they got the guns
Out of town, Big Willie niggas best to run
Or get stung, Killa Bee stinger from the slum
Couple young Shaolin monks, sticking heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, the young gods, they got the guns
Out of town, Big Willie niggas best to run
Older cats mack, the young gods, they got the guns
Out of town, Big Willie niggas best to run
Or get stung by the Killa Bee stinger from the slum
Couple young Shaolin monks, sticking heads with the tongue
Young Shaolin monks, sticking heads with the tongue
Older cats mack, the young gods, they got the guns
Out of town, Big Willie niggas best to run, or get stung
Credits
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, J. Barry, Shyheim Dionel Franklin, T. Hamlin
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