Then And Now

Then &Now-Masta Killa

Yeah what What

Justice yeah check it out

I never hesitate to drop a verse I rhyme first

Repeat it so often <1070,-149,0>it's well rehearsed

Rap stars come through rock the universe

I watch from afar just to see what they be doing first

Some was at they worst dying of thirst

Others push through like the troops in Iraq yo

But what did Bush do See I don't know a thing about

Politics

But flowing to the beat is as dirty as my collar gets

The wildest child is gifted and talented

But change they style will never wanna challenge it

You telling me to rhyme to the melody

I take time with my words like I'm in the spelling bee

If I don't make the grade I don't make the record

Once that's accomplished then my rhymes respect it

As long as we stay on track and then

We can rhyme back to back whatever kid

One two we coming with the Wu

Three four we knocking at your door

Five six we eat them grits

Seven to the eight we don't hate

Nine to the ten and we still wanna win

win wanna win ）

Yo I terrorize shorty with the Iron Palm

When I step on stage I clutch the mic strong

That melody was flowing while that beat was going

When the waves connect in my ear that pen starts going

Cuz when I get on the mic I rock it so ill

That's why they call me the Little Masta Kill'

I'm like rock and stone put together

These dudes come in my face like "blah blah whatever"

So I had to hit the dude in the <2060,-439,0>chest B

These little fake MC's just want to test me

I thought I told you before I'm not a toy

I'm just a young boy what Doing my thing

Brooklyn Brooklyn with the Brooklyn slang come on

One two we coming with the Wu

Three four we knocking at your door

Five six we eat them grits

Seven to the eight we don't hate

Nine to the ten and we still wanna win

Wu-Tang Clan Killa Beez

Rock all my enemies with the double D's

Double CD's ride for the enemies

With the rocking-the-mic right roll up with the

Typewrite

Rocking my Nike Flight ballin'with the nice

And I'm rippin'the mic right and you know who it is

It's the Young kid P from the Brooklyn side

Brooklyn's Finest Brownsville

Knew our attack and what the gats do Plaza all day

Baby

Yeah can't lose and we still gon'win forever

Young Godz forever

Peace to the Gods and the Earths forever

Kareem Just Shamel Irief the Young Prince

Yeah yeah Allah Just you know how do this thing man