you at? [Joel Ortiz:] I'm right here; my Nike Airs buzz light-years ahead of my mic peers Quite scary to look at, a nightmare, where my book at I'll
yer thinkin' Don't ask (Don't tell) Just take whatcha need I'm an open book So go on and take a look [Chorus:] We are the face of a new generation We
again So they blend human nature in the excess Less you know the whole combination of a paragraphs genetic complex Many pages in the book Through the
left Ya don’t stop To my people on the right Ya don’t stop To my people everywhere Say what Throw your hands in the air Ya don’t stop To my people in new
all your plastic I'm telling you it's making you look even more spastic Hanging at the hot spots looking for attention Showing off your brand new silicone
a lie I don't want to hear another alibi This is where the story will end If your love was real I wouldn't need to pretend so Book me on a plane for
are you saying this can't be us Let me get this right Girl you want us to be Official make this thing for real You for real? Baby let me know Let me
it, you stole my whole style, im bout to take you fools hostage, brrrah, bhrrrrah, from the looks to the hooks, i’m looking at these new n-ggas flicking through my book
he was born in the rhyme He thought of his rhymes almost all of the time And he fought with his mom His school getting caught with his rhyme book And
Meanwhile the penile is stacked to the top With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books
has no muscle plus you, my new hustle Fuck scuffin up my knuckles, rather buck you and watch you buckle I can't stand a snitch, a switch real bitch I
yer thinkin' Don't ask (Don't tell) Just take whatcha need I'm an open book So go on and take a look Chorus: We are the face of a new generation We
all to the good Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed Slackin' on they mackin', rest haven for hoes Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real
some of it true? [Busta Rhymes] Well I read about you in a couple of books too son But I don't even know, tell me which book you readin from [Big Tigger
but I can talk the slang I know the Ebonics hand book like it aint no thang so I must be real yo I listen to mc hammer and im down with my new dough
the bacon/ I'm a keep it shakin', these moves I'm makin'/ Everything to prove, no time is wastin'/ These niggas hatin' but that ain't nothin' new/ Niggas
a long face All fucked up, like whats goin on face I'm like for real are you tellin me the truth bitch? She like hell yeah nigga, this that new shit. [
dream, just as real as can be, papa There I was in Mr. Orpheum's office And he was saying to me "Rose, get yourself some new orchestrations New routines
