2nd Generation Wu – 7 O.D.

2nd Generation Wu – 7 O.D.

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2nd Generation Wu – iNTeLL, PXWER, SUN GOD and Young Dirty Bastard.

2nd Generation Wu is a hip-hop group consisting of the sons of Wu-Tang Clan members: U-God’s son ​iNTeLL, Method Man’s son PXWER, Ghostface Killah’s son Sun God and Ol’ Dirty Bastard’s son Young Dirty Bastard.

This is the debut single, 7 O.D.

7.O.D – 2nd Generation WU [Prod. By J.GLAZE]

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7OD – 2nd Generation WU (Lyrics)

[Intro: Ol’ Dirty Bastard]
I don’t know how y’all see it
But when it comes to the children
Wu-Tang is for the children
We teach the children

[Pre-Chorus: PXWER]
God made everything around me, forget about the–
Check this old fly shit out
God made everything around me, forget about the money
None of it is real y’all

[Verse 1: PXWER]
Its been 23 long hard years Im still hustling
I was brought up around these beats to kill something
Started off talkin’ shit in the booth, I’m still frontin’
Terror alert on orange, my niggas a peel something
This is cynical, talk crazy, spitting them rhymes
Ill nigga, cracked my head and started gushin’ my lines
Since the womb, you know P been chuckin’ up the W
Respect my lost borough
It’s still nothin’ to fuck with too
I move heaven and earth with two fingers
Paralyzing weak niggas with these Killa Bee stingers
We don’t hear that weak shit that you bring up
Poppin’ your lips, balling my fist
Making sure you sip the food that you heat up
You ain’t know, that your chick was a eater
Boppin’ the god in the crib
Rollin’ shooters while I’m kickin’ my feet up
P, the best you never heard
Bars hittin’ like you stomped on the curb
Fuck outta here
[Verse 2: Sun God]
I done heard you spit ya best 16
I’m damn hot, so you gon’ get sketch from a flame
No horseshit, I’m wet from the rain
When the temperature rise , ya identity get left in the flames
‘Cause you could get left in the train
‘Cause when it comes to grindin’, I bum it out
Like fresh not his name
I used to be impressed by you lame
Now when you see the Mac shells fly out, like jets in Ukraine
Be fast life, try to throw a hex on my name, I play wit y’all
But no I’m not a game, Badda Boom Badda Bing
I’ll open up a wound on ya face
Continue to roll through like skates
Nine shots out the nine, rattle the whole trunk like base
With an ultra violet lens on it k
You scared? I should punch you in ya face
You better be aware ’cause these shells I’ma put ’em where I can’t
How sick am I?

[Verse 3: Young Dirty Bastard]
High coming down like a building in September
My smiley face is gone because it’s cold in December
Gotta celebrate new years to go hard and to remember
I need a reminder, a bitch like Rihanna
I’m bout to hit the billboard monopoly get more
If you knew better you’d do better ask Snoop Dogg
In Brooklyn weep when it rains the bodies fall
Your little brother better pick up when Dirty call
I’m the godfather not the movie fuck y’all
Tony Montana, I’m old dirty bastard
Young Dirty red red blue bandana
Who the fuck wanna fucking stop me I’m crazy
Niggas wanna stop me
My rhymes are so blazing
Hip-hop persuasion nigga for occasion
[Verse 4: iNTeLL]
You can’t get too friendly with niggas, they might bite you
Pretend fake like you, really wantin’ to knife you
Cut they own nose, I suppose just to spite you
I find that shit annoying, but also kinda delightful
Grown man shit, with my dad face on
Found a path, aftermath after blasting they songs
It’s a craft, if you catch it then you crash or stay long
Call me Shaft, Black magic how I mastered every song
Process in the core like processing the raw
Cocaine uncut, balloon bust in ya gut
Not enough, add some glass, so y’all can see all the cuts
It’s a must, like those loud armpits upon the bus
See, I ain’t put bars to a beat like this in ages
Can’t contain me in a cage, so try cages
Music penetrating the races, all the ages
Watch me just erase all the racists from my spaceship

[Chorus: PXWER]
God made everything around me, forget about the money
None of it is real y’all
God made everything around me, forget about the money
None of it is real y’all
God made everything around me, forget about the money
None of it is real y’all
God made everything around me, forget about the money
None of it is real y’all-aaaah
Yeah!

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Comment (24)

  1. I don't know how y'all see it

    But when it comes to the children

    Wu-Tang is for the children

    We teach the children

    God made everything around me, forget about the–

    Check this old fly shit out

    God made everything around me, forget about the money

    None of it is real y'all

    Its been 23 long hard years Im still hustling

    I was brought up around these beats to kill something

    Started off talkin' shit in the booth, I'm still frontin'

    Terror alert on orange, my niggas a peel something

    This is cynical, talk crazy, spitting them rhymes

    Ill nigga, cracked my head and started gushin' my lines

    Since the womb, you know P been chuckin' up the W

    Respect my lost borough

    It's still nothin' to fuck with too

    I move heaven and earth with two fingers

    Paralyzing weak niggas with these Killa Bee stingers

    We don't hear that weak shit that you bring up

    Poppin' your lips, balling my fist

    Making sure you sip the food that you heat up

    You ain't know, that your chick was a eater

    Boppin' the god in the crib

    Rollin' shooters while I'm kickin' my feet up

    P, the best you never heard

    Bars hittin' like you stomped on the curb

    Fuck outta here
    I done heard you spit ya best 16

    I'm damn hot, so you gon' get sketch from a flame

    No horseshit, I'm wet from the rain

    When the temperature rise , ya identity get left in the flames

    'Cause you could get left in the train

    'Cause when it comes to grindin', I bum it out

    Like fresh not his name

    I used to be impressed by you lame

    Now when you see the Mac shells fly out, like jets in Ukraine

    Be fast life, try to throw a hex on my name, I play wit y’all

    But no I’m not a game, Badda Boom Badda Bing

    I’ll open up a wound on ya face

    Continue to roll through like skates

    Nine shots out the nine, rattle the whole trunk like base

    With an ultra violet lens on it k

    You scared? I should punch you in ya face

    You better be aware 'cause these shells I'ma put 'em where I can't

    How sick am I?

    High coming down like a building in September

    My smiley face is gone because it's cold in December

    Gotta celebrate new years to go hard and to remember

    I need a reminder, a bitch like Rihanna

    I'm bout to hit the billboard monopoly get more

    If you knew better you’d do better ask Snoop Dogg

    In Brooklyn weep when it rains the bodies fall

    Your little brother better pick up when Dirty call

    I'm the godfather not the movie fuck y’all

    Tony Montana, I’m old dirty bastard

    Young Dirty red blue bandana

    Who the fuck wanna fucking stop me I’m crazy

    Niggas wanna stop me

    My rhymes are so blazing

    Hip-hop persuasion nigga for occasion
    You can’t get too friendly with niggas, they might bite you

    Pretend fake like you, really wantin' to knife you

    Cut they own nose, I suppose just to spite you

    I find that shit annoying, but also kinda delightful

    Grown man shit, with my dad face on

    Found a path, aftermath after blasting they songs

    It’s a craft, if you catch it then you crash or stay long

    Call me Shaft, Black magic how I mastered every song

    Process in the core like processing the raw

    Cocaine uncut, balloon bust in ya gut

    Not enough, add some glass, so y’all can see all the cuts

    It’s a must, like those loud armpits upon the bus

    See, I ain't put bars to a beat like this in ages

    Can’t contain me in a cage, so try cages

    Music penetrating the races, all the ages

    Watch me just erase all the racists from my spaceship

    God made everything around me, forget about the money

    None of it is real y'all

    God made everything around me, forget about the money

    None of it is real y'all

    God made everything around me, forget about the money

    None of it is real y'all

    God made everything around me, forget about the money

    None of it is real y'all-aaaah

    Yeah!

  2. Yo I just got burnt my ears can’t justify what they just heard my taste buds are numb to real flavor like this, mad props to my niggas keep it up. wu tang forever //W\ shout out from Chicago.

  3. You four bring the hip hop trophy back home to New York, I'm a do my part, spread the news, take after you fathers, and be them thirty six chamber, this shit finally here dun , TRUE HIP HOP, in its original form! A yo son! I need the whole album, banging, in the coup wit the sunroof open, and a bitch riding shot gun!!!!!! Got my hand in between, her legs, finger fucking , my thumb wit out one , somewhere, north of Jamaica queens ,supthin the godfather sequel , in and out, without the outcome , whole dick in her mouth, then she spite me out BUBBLE GUM ,somewhere off sumptin ,gettin his chick home, unless like MJ iI wanna be starting somthin, her home so I can cut he,r like butter stitch her back up and leave, so I wont see her secret lover. !!! I trust the for horsemen! Keep that one retired, !!! Name your first album " either the four horse men, imagery a chess board, or the Apocalypse, imagery , all four on tour different colored horses riding in, black gunslinger, riding in! I will leave it there, handle yo business!!!!!!!!

  4. WOW! First seconds into flow .. brought me back, Good old days.. salute to the brothers keeping the seed alive,, Rap now is pure Trash campare to 2nd Generation.. who ever gave or give thump's down, Are socially retarded.. and wearing pantie ho jeans,, REAL TALK

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