Content lacking, nonsense babbling
Hardhead arrogant, old school disparaging
Who could imagine the product of our passion
Would lead to the foolish excess of ringtone extravagance
We created the fabric and made classics
Monosyllabic they eager to move backwards
Finger snapping they ripping away chapters
We fought battles so now they can own masters
Motherfucking bastards, they ain’t grateful
Style less capable lyrics more hateful
Almighty dollar is the power that they pray too
Everybody playing, to the game they ain’t faithful
They wouldn’t have survived in years past
If you couldn’t pull a rhyme out your ass you couldn’t last
So they’re making cash but they can’t bust
Funny I remember when “they” said the same thing about us
It’s the New

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The New generation, yeah it’s the new, the new X4
It’s the New Generation

Situation critical population was cynical
Started out slow but erosion was unpreventable
They’re either hustling dedicatedly criminal
Or busy stacking paper with a conscience apolitical
Value came first we tried to birth it
It was a gift and a curse they missed the purpose
We tried to get them to understand what their worth is
It wasn’t supposed to be motivation to worship
Things in time they got consumed with greed
Then their wants got confused with needs
My God to get free we had to hang from trees
Now rich is the only thing they’re dying to be
We believed in something you couldn’t touch like trust
They lack so instead they acquire stuff
They can stack it but it still ain’t much
Funny I remember when “they” said the same thing about us
It’s the New

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Trapped in a battle my option was incompatible
Couldn’t stay pure with the lure of pursuing capital
Labeled as a disgrace by prior radicals
All with no regard for the stimulus I reacted to
Searching for a truth I couldn’t find
Rakim Paid in Full I listened to every rhyme
Huey P, Bobby Seale I wanted to seize the time
Conflict with the messages echoing through my mind
Hoping to define identity
I would purchase property and display it upon me
People criticized saying I handled it wrongly
But nobody showed me how a possession could own me
Between elders and youth the rift grew
Old heads said they feared what the future would lead to
It its revolution what y’all gonna do?
I told them I remember when “they” said the same thing about you
I’m the New

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