Shyheim, Yumi Nu - New Producers lyrics

It's like, you know
I'm the heart of the shit
I'm here to bring Wu Tang back
Come on, All in Together, one time, ya'll
Come on, man
Cuz other niggas is takin' our light
What's good?

Ya'll niggas out to get the hoes
Me, I'm out to get the dough
Cuban Linx hangin' low
That's what I'm used to
Slingin' thousand grams of snow
Burnin' down pounds of 'dro
Emptying rounds from the four
That's what I'm used to

GZA went and got a whole
Bunch of new producers (what?)
Ghost went and got a whole
Bunch of new producers (huh?)
Dirty went and got a whole
Bunch of new producers (what?)
But I'm fuckin' with the RZA, cuz
That's what I'm used to

I keep it one hundred across the board
With my comrade love is loyalty
You better have it for your comrade
I let a nigga
Have it real bad for my comrade
When the odds was against me
All I had was my comrade he lift me up
Even when my problems was heavy
And now come, the drama was the deadly
My comrade was ready
At all costs, we will talk, we will boss
Four hit's on the Newport
Make thoughts on New York
And how we can turn it up
They fake niggas burn it up
If it ain't about a buck, it won't benefit us
When I, take in a risk, fuck that bum bitch
Fuck that "we grew up with son", shit
Anybody can get it
That's not in the immediate circle
I media hurt you, I'm a New York
Parolee bitch, would not be in person
Been standin' on two door
Sit deck to say this
Many shall come but only a few shall be chose
And no shows in, and sworn through, open
To the brotherhood
Where we still together when nothing's gold

Ya'll niggas out to get the hoes
Me, I'm out to get the dough
Cuban Linx hangin' low
That's what I'm used to
Slingin' thousand grams of snow
Burnin' down pounds of 'dro
Emptying rounds from the four
That's what I'm used to

Meth went and got a whole
Bunch of new producers (what?)
Rae went and got a whole
Bunch of new producers (huh?)
Deck went and got a whole
Bunch of new producers (what?)
But I'm fuckin' with the RZA, cuz
(That's what I'm used ta)

Yo, wear my intelligence on my melanin
Cuz I'm better than these chickenheads
Chicken dancin' bitches that you
Lettin' in your vortex
Beauty make you want more sex
See me up, take me out the game, you forget
I got a dream, you can't see it
Cuz you need more specs
And my style can fight the storm
Like it was raw tech
Playin' mami, give me the mic, bitch
Go to your room
You don't deserve to hold this mic, cuz
You don't know what you doing
Chicks thinkin' they be rhyming
I don't understand it, cuz
How rap's on the politics
And block is gan'd up
I keep it street, like a man hose
Guttering curb doing me
Don't give a fuck about none of you herbs
I'm just Yumi, I'm given you, all of me
Hated on, by too many, too oftenly
That's why I take little steps
And move cautiously
Check your man, he the one who be, callin' me
These other niggas got a bunch of
Bum ass producers
Writin' rhymes for these bitches
Cuz that's what they used to (what?)
But Shy went and got a fuckin' dime
To let loose cuz (what?)
Spittin' on a beat by the Kill Bill producer

Uh problem pU don't ever forget nobody else
You know shyheim yumi
R-Z-A on the track shaolin, we back!