Wrekonize

Smif-N-Wessun - “Wrekonize”

[Emcee(s): Tek and Steele]

[Producer(s): Baby Paul]

[Sample 1 (Bass): New York Port Authority - “Home On A Rainy Day” (0:00)]

[Sample 2 (Multiple Elements): The Emotions - “Blind Alley” (0:03)]

[Sample 3 (Drums): Iron Butterfly - “Get Out of My Life, Woman” (0:00)]

[Hook/Additional Vocals: Rock]

[Intro: Steele and Tek]

Let’s go, baby.  Yeah, yeah (Yeah), for the 90 Now (90 Now).  All heads realize (Wrekonize).  Real heads on the rise (Wrekonize, my brother).  Boot Camp coming through (Yeah).  1, 2, 3 (Boot Camp Clik in the 90s).  3, 2, 1.  Represent, my son.  Show ‘em how it’s done.  Yeah!

[Verse 1: Tek]

What up?  I heard that you got a little prob’ with

The way that we roll and the heads we done robbed

Sticking and flicking the bangers, throwing them out to your neck

Another beat-down inflicted by that nigga Tek

And for you backstabbers, yeah, I got a sharp dagger

And a left hook that’ll cause your jaw bone to shatter

Who’s skilled enough to come test the weeded two

Titans from Bucktown that’ll burn through your crew?

I got a vibe from the session in the back.  When niggas

Is strapped underground, puffing meth and kicking raps

Smif-N-Wessun coming with ‘nough buds and skunk

Fake the funk and get found dead in a trunk

[Hook: Steele and Tek]

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize.  You better wrekonize

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize.  You better wrekonize

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize.  You better wrekonize

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize.  You better wrekonize

[Verse 2: Steele and Tek]

Back again, make room for the boom

Puffing the lye, getting high to a Beatminerz tune

Stroke my gat ‘cause where I lives at’s a lot of rats

Cool champagne is my brain, so I don’t sweat that

Instead, I mack with a Tek and a Dog, my man

Ruckus and Rock.  Ayyo, Rippa, what up, ock?

[Verse 3: Tek]

The deal’s going down like this: run off at

The mouth, watch your lips and my boots do a French kiss

Putting an end to those who tend to get me aggravated

I’m tired of counting dues and adding up the years we waited

Be on the lookout for these mad blunts smoking

Keep your girl away from me ‘cause I won’t hesitate to stroke it

[Hook: Steele and Tek]

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize.  You better wrekonize

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize.  You better wrekonize

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize.  You better wrekonize

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize.  You better wrekonize

[Verse 4: Steele]

I’m feeling the rush from the cannabis

Plant, but I can’t lamp ‘cause niggas get me amped

Talking this and that, but my rap format’s fat

And I slap cats that commence to stab backs

Never could I ever agree on cutting loose

A lot of my troops that I rolled with for eons

Be on your tippy-top or you’ll quickly drop by them

Crooked cops or the local cock-blockers on your block

I watch my back when for delf

Some say the buzz, but I say the fuzz bad for my health

Huh!  Critics could get banged like Riddick Bowe

First, I get lifted with my Clik before ripping a show

So I say what I mean

Mean what I say, do what I do, and me not play

Say, “En garde,” for punks who play hard.  Don’t be

Surprised I’m pulling your card.  You better wrekonize

[Hook: Steele and Tek]

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize.  You better wrekonize

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize.  You better wrekonize

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize.  You better wrekonize

All heads realize, wrekonize

Smif-N-Wessun on the rise.  You better wrekonize, nigga!