Wakilisha - MZ Boom Bap, Ryler Smith

Yo its once again it’s the young

Verbal gunner on the come up

Coming straight out the gutter

Heavy brother with the flow

Keep the heat runnin smooth like butter

No other.

On the mic I go in so deep like lovers

Strong flows dripping wet from the marihuana

I get it it on

When my people in the area

(WHATS THAT)

Sound of the prophet of 90's stereo

I been ahead of these niggas since 95

We’ve been born into an era that’s odd

(FUCK A 9−5)

Rolling my joint

Contemplating my vision

Smoking the fuse steady sparkin' the izm

We in yo area, ya, ya

Yo, Yo, sing along

Strong like I’m heavy, but I’m small

I’m heading for the fall, no doubt

Stay steady on my stunt

Gone jetty

Ain’t made money in a month

We sing

Ouh la la la

Wreck ya head

Break ya neck to it

Ouh la la la

Jiggy child with the jay

Ouh la la la

Spread the message thru the universe

We on the rise

Cause the real heads get recognized

Me and my niggas we get it like rocafella

Spot a fella other breddas

More wishful than Cinderella

(NO DOUBT)

Fuck a fairy tale, shit is unreal

When neighborhoods gentrify you for sale

Class superiors hail

Raising they grail to the thunder and hail

Their money rise

While their people get bailed

Not talking jail but the prison

No thought or mission to give a fuck

Or to give with

No feeling of luck to live with

Nobody fuck with

The feeling of having no sublet

Who give a fuck if the public don’t like yo clothes

It’s the 17 era exposed

Now spread love, spread love

Yo, Yo, sing along

Strong like I’m heavy, but I’m small

I’m heading for the fall, no doubt

Stay steady on my stunt

Gone jetty

Ain’t made money in a month

We sing

Ouh la la la

Wreck ya head

Break ya neck to it

Ouh la la la

Jiggy child with the jay

Ouh la la la

Spread the message thru the universe

We on the rise

Cause the real heads get recognized

Loan it like Corleone try to make me an offer

The Joe Pesci of the rap game

Bashing heads in a opera

Enough of shitty puns

The audience wants more but

Next to bottles of henny

Lies the head of the rugged author

Shutting the zone

It’s the fuckin chaperone

We gon spark it up like it’s chrome

So step it up or get ya ass home

(BRING IT BACK)

We flip that, incredible slick fat

Richt back onto that old phenomal 90's flava

(THAT'S RIGHT)

Never choke up on the beat

Independent young nigga, no receipt

Never sell out for a piece

Heading on