Goldn Meathooks 2nd Generation Wu (Ft. Inspectah Deck, iNTeLL, Prema777 & SickInTheHead)
"Goldn Meathooks" by 2nd Generation Wu (2023) blends #HipHop with intricate wordplay and vivid storytelling. The lyrics explore themes of legacy, resilience, and the struggles of urban life, showcasing each artist's unique flow. The track features layered beats and sharp production, reflecting the group's cultural roots and impact on the hip-hop scene.
[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard + Sample + SiTH]
I don't know how y'all see it
But when it comes to the children
With the Wu, well it's the new generation of bosses
Lord forgive me
Forgive me for my sins
[Verse 1: SiTH]
Ayo I started out, sparking in cyphers, we used to dart it out
Charted routes I veer towards without a map to sort it out
Ambulances posted nearby bodies that's carted out
Keep a steady supply stacked and ready for the slaughterhouse
They can't deny the sight, between my left and my right
Same one that's atop the pyramids, slice the dark with the light
The number one author to write
Pen in my palm like it's caught in a vice
I'll sort of suffice but it'll cost you a price
So can't enforce when they be tight, throwing temper tantrums and burning bridges
Light theyself on fire by mistake, they fall into the rivers
Talk the accolades but don't respect the course of doing business
Caught up in they feelings like children, no it don't take no village
To raise you up out your sneakers, we don't blast you out the speakers
You is a fan, I understand but don't come out the bleachers
Learn from us; we the teachers, put some muscle on your weakness
Hard liquor bottle, boss sparring, y'all Margherita's
I don't know how y'all see it
But when it comes to the children
With the Wu, well it's the new generation of bosses
Lord forgive me
Forgive me for my sins
[Verse 1: SiTH]
Ayo I started out, sparking in cyphers, we used to dart it out
Charted routes I veer towards without a map to sort it out
Ambulances posted nearby bodies that's carted out
Keep a steady supply stacked and ready for the slaughterhouse
They can't deny the sight, between my left and my right
Same one that's atop the pyramids, slice the dark with the light
The number one author to write
Pen in my palm like it's caught in a vice
I'll sort of suffice but it'll cost you a price
So can't enforce when they be tight, throwing temper tantrums and burning bridges
Light theyself on fire by mistake, they fall into the rivers
Talk the accolades but don't respect the course of doing business
Caught up in they feelings like children, no it don't take no village
To raise you up out your sneakers, we don't blast you out the speakers
You is a fan, I understand but don't come out the bleachers
Learn from us; we the teachers, put some muscle on your weakness
Hard liquor bottle, boss sparring, y'all Margherita's
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