Shyheim - 21st Century Crisis lyrics
[Shyheim - 21st Century Crisis lyrics]
Flick up your lighters (yeah, uh)
Flick up your lighters
(yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, Bottom Up! yeah)
Flick up your lighters
(Ay, 2Pac already told y'all moron)
Who got beef
I'm just here to reinform my shit
You know, you done did Big
You done did Craig Mack man, you did Shyheim
(New York, New York) You did the kid
That's how we gon' do it
We gon' this real clever
From the Staten Island connection, oh
I'm the 21st Century Crisis
Run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get booked on Riker's
I'm the 21st Century Crisis, I'm a fighter
Flick up your lighters, for your nigga
With bigger website, despite us
I'm the 21st Century Crisis
Run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get booked on Riker's
21st Century Crisis, I'm a fighter
Flick up your lighters, my nigga
I'm street intelligent
Puffin' that drink with Lazanet
That get an elephant
Get out of line, like them little kid
Colorin'
I body your ass, then bury your ass
Then dig you
Back the fuck up, and shoot up your skeletons
For talkin' all that jazz
Like you Duke Ellington
I melt your shit, like when Sundew
People with no melennin
Shy, the 21st Century Crisis, spittin' shit
And piss on rappers
Like they CO's on Riker's death arrive
The last face you'll ever see is Shy's
And my hand's wrapped around more
Necks than Armani ties
Came through in the M-5, tinted and kitted
The color of spinach
With Monica and Mya in it
I inspired, The Boy, Is Mine Remix
And the begets on my wrists
Be the size of Cheez-It's
I've been gettin' it
Ever since I could remember
That's why I post a million
Dollar bail like Baretta
I crush your mic, I crush your mic twice
I move like Saddam, I got twenty look-a-likes
Wear twenty different color Nike's
I'm like Ghost
I keep a bird on my arm flooded with ice
Yeah, flick up your lighters
It's Bottom Up, nigga
I bust your head open
With an 40 ounce of Old English
Then be thinkin' to myself, I could of
Should of drinked it
As a man think of inner thoughts
So he in, deep inside your pudding
You don't want it with kid
Who got it on with the dogs
And every jail of my bid
Had a scalpal put up my ass
Not on no faggot shit
Twenty one guns a year
That's what my average is
And I ain't gon' quit
Until you get my enemies
The what? Out the whip
I'm the dude that they love to hate
Hate that they love
With too much street drama
To be in somebody's club, so I'm cautious
Cuz I know shit that get funky
Just like horse shit
Like I could be dead or in jail
By the morning
All everybody else'll be doing is talking
About the unfortunate
Let a couple years fly by everybody forget
It's like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen
But y'all don't hear me though
Let me say the shit again
Like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen
Twenty years will make a friend
One day to lose a friend
That's why I speak less and listen more
Flick up your lighters
Flick up your lighters
I'm the 21st Century Crisis, and that means
Man, I'm bringing it back to New York
Staten Island, New York
(put ten years on this beat)
Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, Manhattan
Uptown (cock that shit)
You know takin' my early days
Let's take this shit back
New York, New York, that's where I'm from
Flick up your lighters
(yeah, yeah, yeah, come on, Bottom Up! yeah)
Flick up your lighters
(Ay, 2Pac already told y'all moron)
Who got beef
I'm just here to reinform my shit
You know, you done did Big
You done did Craig Mack man, you did Shyheim
(New York, New York) You did the kid
That's how we gon' do it
We gon' this real clever
From the Staten Island connection, oh
I'm the 21st Century Crisis
Run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get booked on Riker's
I'm the 21st Century Crisis, I'm a fighter
Flick up your lighters, for your nigga
With bigger website, despite us
I'm the 21st Century Crisis
Run with two five-to-lifers
That buck at bikers, get booked on Riker's
21st Century Crisis, I'm a fighter
Flick up your lighters, my nigga
I'm street intelligent
Puffin' that drink with Lazanet
That get an elephant
Get out of line, like them little kid
Colorin'
I body your ass, then bury your ass
Then dig you
Back the fuck up, and shoot up your skeletons
For talkin' all that jazz
Like you Duke Ellington
I melt your shit, like when Sundew
People with no melennin
Shy, the 21st Century Crisis, spittin' shit
And piss on rappers
Like they CO's on Riker's death arrive
The last face you'll ever see is Shy's
And my hand's wrapped around more
Necks than Armani ties
Came through in the M-5, tinted and kitted
The color of spinach
With Monica and Mya in it
I inspired, The Boy, Is Mine Remix
And the begets on my wrists
Be the size of Cheez-It's
I've been gettin' it
Ever since I could remember
That's why I post a million
Dollar bail like Baretta
I crush your mic, I crush your mic twice
I move like Saddam, I got twenty look-a-likes
Wear twenty different color Nike's
I'm like Ghost
I keep a bird on my arm flooded with ice
Yeah, flick up your lighters
It's Bottom Up, nigga
I bust your head open
With an 40 ounce of Old English
Then be thinkin' to myself, I could of
Should of drinked it
As a man think of inner thoughts
So he in, deep inside your pudding
You don't want it with kid
Who got it on with the dogs
And every jail of my bid
Had a scalpal put up my ass
Not on no faggot shit
Twenty one guns a year
That's what my average is
And I ain't gon' quit
Until you get my enemies
The what? Out the whip
I'm the dude that they love to hate
Hate that they love
With too much street drama
To be in somebody's club, so I'm cautious
Cuz I know shit that get funky
Just like horse shit
Like I could be dead or in jail
By the morning
All everybody else'll be doing is talking
About the unfortunate
Let a couple years fly by everybody forget
It's like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen
But y'all don't hear me though
Let me say the shit again
Like you gone in the wind
You going to the pen
Twenty years will make a friend
One day to lose a friend
That's why I speak less and listen more
Flick up your lighters
Flick up your lighters
I'm the 21st Century Crisis, and that means
Man, I'm bringing it back to New York
Staten Island, New York
(put ten years on this beat)
Brooklyn, Queens, The Bronx, Manhattan
Uptown (cock that shit)
You know takin' my early days
Let's take this shit back
New York, New York, that's where I'm from