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