New Generation (Remix)

[Chorus: PXWER] 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 [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 and don’t forget about karma, uh See, I'ma do something that they only say they do (Do what?) Steal your game, call you over to play a game with you (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 power I got to aim and shoot Gotta show respect like when older heads share the game with you (Knowledge) [Chorus: PXWER] 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 [Verse 2: PXWER] It's P, I be the beast when trees roll Niggas peep the wagon, catch shells through peepholes I keep hoes on knees and 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 playin' [Interlude: PXWER & Method Man] 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 all the same (Yeah) And now it's here (Yeah, yeah) Or should I say (Yeah) I am (Look) [Verse 3: Method Man] 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 TGI Friday with a Jason mask Problem is y'all don't see the problem, let me take a stab at it Slash at it, bunch of fiends and rap addicts I'm just tryna break to leave and 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 ya And backtracking 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 with ya, we laughin' at ya Mef your master, silverback, overachiever My chef black and 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, 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