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2nd generation wu method man

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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 Wayan's 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