Shyheim
The Lost Generation
5 Elements
[Rubberbands]
Yo yo I raise all hell when I saught you stayin
Crab niggas I reckon you recognize the Grain
I bring drama to your headpiece when I bust
Raps niggas collapse in fact turn to slush
It only takes a second to die
It only takes a minute to get high
The hoods that I run with really don't care
Bustin that God with our pistols in the air
[Pop The Brown Hornet]
No more losses I'm bringin the divorces
You wanna get rich? Bet on me, muthafuckin morses
I'm black do good, deadly like a luger
I live day by day but my mind's set on the future
Drunk with vexism, handin out bad decisions
Got shit locked like state prisons
MC destroyer, bring it I got somethin for ya
When I make niggas die from paranoia
Sure shot, play yourself, get got, God forgive me not
Or I'll be runnin shit in your spot
Die hard, crackin shit like Ty Cobb
Keep it real, plus they black roll with a tight mob
Fell behind, I'm the type of guy to pull chocolate thai
Blow the smoke all in your eye
You're blinded, the rap style I possess you can't find it
That's why you wanna constantly rewind it
[Down Low Recka]
Yo DLR represent and spark on mics like Flynn
With style that you can inhale and get the nigga bent
Cash rules, no choice but bein top biller
Have you blinded by the fire like that bitch in the killer
You know I'm iller than the carrier with these rhythms
That's acquired to break down immune systems
In any battle I'ma come in first
With raw techniques that shot your ear like a fuckin curse
I like sex after Ballantine Triple X
Understand this, I run through hoes like Barry Sanders
Niggas get lost in the land
Reach and it'll cost you your hand now sink in the sand with your shan
[Shyheim]
I'm a live shorty, word up this shit ain't hard to tell
I kill verses that's like noxious knocks on worm cells
My lifestyle, it didn't change I'm still the same
Nike sneakers, Guess jeans and gold chains
The Rugged Child be bringin drama to your system like drugs
Live and direct from New York like Lugz
Is it the ruckus you want? Come and get that ass lynched
You can play the roll I play your jake with a 12 inch
Kid I be just fuckin in the cut
On some Shaolin what, jiggy June bust a nut
[June Luva]
Who dares to test me? Bring it to the cipher
Niggas you don't really wanna see the God hyper
Active, make teachers run back for practice
Until they pull the J's they can't fuck with the tactics
So gimme room when I speaks with verbal knowledge
Don't put your best man up, even if he went to college
With this mutation I serve like a chef
Really tho, I be that nigga squeezin air from your last breath
Got you gaspin from suffocation
Then I'll leave without a clue nor an explanation
It's the mister hip hop b-boy rap addict
Static you don't want it cause when I brings it it be tragic
Faggot I'll put an H on your chest and hairdo
Whatver comes next you best believe I'ma gat'cha
Now I'm back from this jack you can't touch it
Cause if you do you'll catch a buck fifty rugged
I'm thuggish with enough stamina to damage ya
Crew plus crook em like a crooked ass manager
Corrupt indeed my mind is the backbone of evil
Causin me to hurt innocent people
Niggas playin hardrocks on the wrong block
Thinkin it be cute until I let the nine glock
Pop-pop, my man shitted all in his pants
It's the same old song and dance
And I'm out muthafuckers
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