[{"id":25958625,"name":"Wrekonize (remix)","trackName":"Wrekonize (remix)","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Wrekonize / Sound Bwoy Bureill","duration":233.247347,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Early to rise so wake wake before day break\nMeditating on the steps i take\nI realize there's a lot at stake\nSo why enterprise while trying to stack papes\nBut i wrekonize that it aint' easy\nSo i organize with my p.n.c.\nFrom day break to dusk dawn\nI stand strong on my own too\nGive praises to jive before manuvering thru\nMy steps towards improvements\nMeet up with my esset, put him on the movements\nI maintains like green bag and such\nWe're gonna make it happpen, just the two of us\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nBetter wrekonize\n\nI live the life of an entertainer\nStress bringer, grams of get right high pounds of anger\nAnd worries of success down the line\nLiving life to the fullest in that space and time\nI'm coping wit me and my habits\nCoping that coke over and and the cabbage\nTensed all seasons for ass kicing reasons\nNever know where you catch a spot commiting treason\nI know what you mean son\nI've seen some blind, some deaf, some dumb\nWhichever one choose to follow the other one\nLooses to the mass confusion caused by fast illusion\nShowin 'n provin, it's not just a phrase that we usin'\nIt's the way of life when you keep it moving\nSoon and, you get new then\nYou be tuned in to get ready to move in position\n\nI shine, you shine, in this day and time\nWe maintain the same frame of mind\nThe elevation, spark it up son\nYo, start the circulation\n360 degrees in rotation\nSimulatin, as a herb as my physical creation\nSlipping to a hallucination\nSituations\nGot me thinking about my life seriously\nKeep it real continously\nBefore i slip into blackness i prepare for combat\nProtect my dome cause that's where my home's at\nCrack my windows and hail is the misflow\nBuild up my mental, construct on my physical\nSpreading love to my p.n.c. state to state\nAnd head on lock holding it down behind the gate\nWhat's subscribe in the mail son\nOr hit me on the horn\nSmif n' wessun hold it on\nWe see you when you reach home","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrekonize (remix)\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Wrekonize / Sound Bwoy Bureill\n  duration_ms: 233247\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Early to rise so wake wake before day break\n  Meditating on the steps i take\n  I realize there's a lot at stake\n  So why enterprise while trying to stack papes\n  But i wrekonize that it aint' easy\n  So i organize with my p.n.c.\n  From day break to dusk dawn\n  I stand strong on my own too\n  Give praises to jive before manuvering thru\n  My steps towards improvements\n  Meet up with my esset, put him on the movements\n  I maintains like green bag and such\n  We're gonna make it happpen, just the two of us\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  Better wrekonize\n\n  I live the life of an entertainer\n  Stress bringer, grams of get right high pounds of anger\n  And worries of success down the line\n  Living life to the fullest in that space and time\n  I'm coping wit me and my habits\n  Coping that coke over and and the cabbage\n  Tensed all seasons for ass kicing reasons\n  Never know where you catch a spot commiting treason\n  I know what you mean son\n  I've seen some blind, some deaf, some dumb\n  Whichever one choose to follow the other one\n  Looses to the mass confusion caused by fast illusion\n  Showin 'n provin, it's not just a phrase that we usin'\n  It's the way of life when you keep it moving\n  Soon and, you get new then\n  You be tuned in to get ready to move in position\n\n  I shine, you shine, in this day and time\n  We maintain the same frame of mind\n  The elevation, spark it up son\n  Yo, start the circulation\n  360 degrees in rotation\n  Simulatin, as a herb as my physical creation\n  Slipping to a hallucination\n  Situations\n  Got me thinking about my life seriously\n  Keep it real continously\n  Before i slip into blackness i prepare for combat\n  Protect my dome cause that's where my home's at\n  Crack my windows and hail is the misflow\n  Build up my mental, construct on my physical\n  Spreading love to my p.n.c. state to state\n  And head on lock holding it down behind the gate\n  What's subscribe in the mail son\n  Or hit me on the horn\n  Smif n' wessun hold it on\n  We see you when you reach home\n"},{"id":7073213,"name":"Wrekonize (Remix)","trackName":"Wrekonize (Remix)","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Manhattan Records Presents \"Vinyl Hits\"","duration":115.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What up? I heard that you got a little prob'\nWit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed\nStickin' and flickin' the bangers, thrown them out through ya neck\nAnother beat down inflicted by that nigga Tek\n\nAnd for ya back, establish, yea I got a sharp dagger\nAnd a left hook that'll cause ya jaw bone to shatter\nWhose skilled enough to come test the weeded two\nTitans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew\n\nI got a vibe from the session in the back\nWhen niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps\nSmif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk\nFake the funk and get found dead in the trunk\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nBack again, make room for the boom\nPuffin' the lye, gettin' high to a beat minus two\nChoke my yak, is where I lives at and lotta rats\nCooch and pain is my brain, so I don't sweat that\nInstead I mack wit a Tek and a Dog, my man Ruckus and Rock\nAnd yo Rippa, what up doc?\n\nThe deals going down like this\nNone affect the mouth, watch ya lips and my boots do a French kiss\nPuttin' an end to those who tend to get me aggravated\nI'm tired of countin' dues and addin' up the years we waited\nBe on the lookout for these mad blunts smokin'\nKeep ya girl away from me, 'cuz I won't hesitate to stroke it\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nI'm feelin' the rush from the cannabis plant\nBut I can't lamp 'cuz niggas get me amped\nTalkin' this and that but my raps formats phat\nAnd I slap cats that come miss the stand backs\n\nNever could I ever agree on\nCuttin' loose a lot of mic troops that I roll wit for eons\nBe on ya tippy top or ya crisply crop\nBy them crooked cops or the local cop blockers on ya block\n\nI watch my back when for delf\nSome say the buzz, but I say the fuzz bad for my health\nHuh, critics could get banged like did it\nBowl, first I get lifted wit my click before up in a show\n\nSo, I say what I mean, mean what I say\nDo what I do, and me not play\nSay young God for punks who play hard\nDon't be surprised, I'm pullin' ya card, ya better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nSmif-N-Wessun on the rise\nYou better wrekonize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrekonize (Remix)\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Manhattan Records Presents \"Vinyl Hits\"\n  duration_ms: 115000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What up? I heard that you got a little prob'\n  Wit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed\n  Stickin' and flickin' the bangers, thrown them out through ya neck\n  Another beat down inflicted by that nigga Tek\n\n  And for ya back, establish, yea I got a sharp dagger\n  And a left hook that'll cause ya jaw bone to shatter\n  Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two\n  Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew\n\n  I got a vibe from the session in the back\n  When niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk\n  Fake the funk and get found dead in the trunk\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  Back again, make room for the boom\n  Puffin' the lye, gettin' high to a beat minus two\n  Choke my yak, is where I lives at and lotta rats\n  Cooch and pain is my brain, so I don't sweat that\n  Instead I mack wit a Tek and a Dog, my man Ruckus and Rock\n  And yo Rippa, what up doc?\n\n  The deals going down like this\n  None affect the mouth, watch ya lips and my boots do a French kiss\n  Puttin' an end to those who tend to get me aggravated\n  I'm tired of countin' dues and addin' up the years we waited\n  Be on the lookout for these mad blunts smokin'\n  Keep ya girl away from me, 'cuz I won't hesitate to stroke it\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  I'm feelin' the rush from the cannabis plant\n  But I can't lamp 'cuz niggas get me amped\n  Talkin' this and that but my raps formats phat\n  And I slap cats that come miss the stand backs\n\n  Never could I ever agree on\n  Cuttin' loose a lot of mic troops that I roll wit for eons\n  Be on ya tippy top or ya crisply crop\n  By them crooked cops or the local cop blockers on ya block\n\n  I watch my back when for delf\n  Some say the buzz, but I say the fuzz bad for my health\n  Huh, critics could get banged like did it\n  Bowl, first I get lifted wit my click before up in a show\n\n  So, I say what I mean, mean what I say\n  Do what I do, and me not play\n  Say young God for punks who play hard\n  Don't be surprised, I'm pullin' ya card, ya better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Smif-N-Wessun on the rise\n  You better wrekonize\n"},{"id":22475110,"name":"Wrekonize (remix)","trackName":"Wrekonize (remix)","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin'","duration":234.866667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What up? I heard that you got a little prob'\nWit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed\nStickin' and flickin' the bangers, thrown them out through ya neck\nAnother beat down inflicted by that nigga Tek\n\nAnd for ya back, establish, yea I got a sharp dagger\nAnd a left hook that'll cause ya jaw bone to shatter\nWhose skilled enough to come test the weeded two\nTitans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew\n\nI got a vibe from the session in the back\nWhen niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps\nSmif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk\nFake the funk and get found dead in the trunk\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nBack again, make room for the boom\nPuffin' the lye, gettin' high to a beat minus two\nChoke my yak, is where I lives at and lotta rats\nCooch and pain is my brain, so I don't sweat that\nInstead I mack wit a Tek and a Dog, my man Ruckus and Rock\nAnd yo Rippa, what up doc?\n\nThe deals going down like this\nNone affect the mouth, watch ya lips and my boots do a French kiss\nPuttin' an end to those who tend to get me aggravated\nI'm tired of countin' dues and addin' up the years we waited\nBe on the lookout for these mad blunts smokin'\nKeep ya girl away from me, 'cuz I won't hesitate to stroke it\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nI'm feelin' the rush from the cannabis plant\nBut I can't lamp 'cuz niggas get me amped\nTalkin' this and that but my raps formats phat\nAnd I slap cats that come miss the stand backs\n\nNever could I ever agree on\nCuttin' loose a lot of mic troops that I roll wit for eons\nBe on ya tippy top or ya crisply crop\nBy them crooked cops or the local cop blockers on ya block\n\nI watch my back when for delf\nSome say the buzz, but I say the fuzz bad for my health\nHuh, critics could get banged like did it\nBowl, first I get lifted wit my click before up in a show\n\nSo, I say what I mean, mean what I say\nDo what I do, and me not play\nSay young God for punks who play hard\nDon't be surprised, I'm pullin' ya card, ya better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nSmif-N-Wessun on the rise\nYou better wrekonize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrekonize (remix)\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin'\n  duration_ms: 234867\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What up? I heard that you got a little prob'\n  Wit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed\n  Stickin' and flickin' the bangers, thrown them out through ya neck\n  Another beat down inflicted by that nigga Tek\n\n  And for ya back, establish, yea I got a sharp dagger\n  And a left hook that'll cause ya jaw bone to shatter\n  Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two\n  Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew\n\n  I got a vibe from the session in the back\n  When niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk\n  Fake the funk and get found dead in the trunk\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  Back again, make room for the boom\n  Puffin' the lye, gettin' high to a beat minus two\n  Choke my yak, is where I lives at and lotta rats\n  Cooch and pain is my brain, so I don't sweat that\n  Instead I mack wit a Tek and a Dog, my man Ruckus and Rock\n  And yo Rippa, what up doc?\n\n  The deals going down like this\n  None affect the mouth, watch ya lips and my boots do a French kiss\n  Puttin' an end to those who tend to get me aggravated\n  I'm tired of countin' dues and addin' up the years we waited\n  Be on the lookout for these mad blunts smokin'\n  Keep ya girl away from me, 'cuz I won't hesitate to stroke it\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  I'm feelin' the rush from the cannabis plant\n  But I can't lamp 'cuz niggas get me amped\n  Talkin' this and that but my raps formats phat\n  And I slap cats that come miss the stand backs\n\n  Never could I ever agree on\n  Cuttin' loose a lot of mic troops that I roll wit for eons\n  Be on ya tippy top or ya crisply crop\n  By them crooked cops or the local cop blockers on ya block\n\n  I watch my back when for delf\n  Some say the buzz, but I say the fuzz bad for my health\n  Huh, critics could get banged like did it\n  Bowl, first I get lifted wit my click before up in a show\n\n  So, I say what I mean, mean what I say\n  Do what I do, and me not play\n  Say young God for punks who play hard\n  Don't be surprised, I'm pullin' ya card, ya better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Smif-N-Wessun on the rise\n  You better wrekonize\n"},{"id":29112655,"name":"Wrekonize (remix)","trackName":"Wrekonize (remix)","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Dah Shinin’","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Early to rise so wake wake before day break\nMeditating on the steps i take\nI realize there's a lot at stake\nSo why enterprise while trying to stack papes\nBut i wrekonize that it aint' easy\nSo i organize with my p.n.c.\nFrom day break to dusk dawn\nI stand strong on my own too\nGive praises to jive before manuvering thru\nMy steps towards improvements\nMeet up with my esset, put him on the movements\nI maintains like green bag and such\nWe're gonna make it happpen, just the two of us\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nBetter wrekonize\n\nI live the life of an entertainer\nStress bringer, grams of get right high pounds of anger\nAnd worries of success down the line\nLiving life to the fullest in that space and time\nI'm coping wit me and my habits\nCoping that coke over and and the cabbage\nTensed all seasons for ass kicing reasons\nNever know where you catch a spot commiting treason\nI know what you mean son\nI've seen some blind, some deaf, some dumb\nWhichever one choose to follow the other one\nLooses to the mass confusion caused by fast illusion\nShowin 'n provin, it's not just a phrase that we usin'\nIt's the way of life when you keep it moving\nSoon and, you get new then\nYou be tuned in to get ready to move in position\n\nI shine, you shine, in this day and time\nWe maintain the same frame of mind\nThe elevation, spark it up son\nYo, start the circulation\n360 degrees in rotation\nSimulatin, as a herb as my physical creation\nSlipping to a hallucination\nSituations\nGot me thinking about my life seriously\nKeep it real continously\nBefore i slip into blackness i prepare for combat\nProtect my dome cause that's where my home's at\nCrack my windows and hail is the misflow\nBuild up my mental, construct on my physical\nSpreading love to my p.n.c. state to state\nAnd head on lock holding it down behind the gate\nWhat's subscribe in the mail son\nOr hit me on the horn\nSmif n' wessun hold it on\nWe see you when you reach home","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrekonize (remix)\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Dah Shinin’\n  duration_ms: 234000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Early to rise so wake wake before day break\n  Meditating on the steps i take\n  I realize there's a lot at stake\n  So why enterprise while trying to stack papes\n  But i wrekonize that it aint' easy\n  So i organize with my p.n.c.\n  From day break to dusk dawn\n  I stand strong on my own too\n  Give praises to jive before manuvering thru\n  My steps towards improvements\n  Meet up with my esset, put him on the movements\n  I maintains like green bag and such\n  We're gonna make it happpen, just the two of us\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  Better wrekonize\n\n  I live the life of an entertainer\n  Stress bringer, grams of get right high pounds of anger\n  And worries of success down the line\n  Living life to the fullest in that space and time\n  I'm coping wit me and my habits\n  Coping that coke over and and the cabbage\n  Tensed all seasons for ass kicing reasons\n  Never know where you catch a spot commiting treason\n  I know what you mean son\n  I've seen some blind, some deaf, some dumb\n  Whichever one choose to follow the other one\n  Looses to the mass confusion caused by fast illusion\n  Showin 'n provin, it's not just a phrase that we usin'\n  It's the way of life when you keep it moving\n  Soon and, you get new then\n  You be tuned in to get ready to move in position\n\n  I shine, you shine, in this day and time\n  We maintain the same frame of mind\n  The elevation, spark it up son\n  Yo, start the circulation\n  360 degrees in rotation\n  Simulatin, as a herb as my physical creation\n  Slipping to a hallucination\n  Situations\n  Got me thinking about my life seriously\n  Keep it real continously\n  Before i slip into blackness i prepare for combat\n  Protect my dome cause that's where my home's at\n  Crack my windows and hail is the misflow\n  Build up my mental, construct on my physical\n  Spreading love to my p.n.c. state to state\n  And head on lock holding it down behind the gate\n  What's subscribe in the mail son\n  Or hit me on the horn\n  Smif n' wessun hold it on\n  We see you when you reach home\n"},{"id":29172830,"name":"Wrekonize [Remix]","trackName":"Wrekonize [Remix]","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"1995","duration":62.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What up? I heard that you got a little prob'\nWit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed\nStickin' and flickin' the bangers, thrown them out through ya neck\nAnother beat down inflicted by that nigga Tek\n\nAnd for ya back, establish, yea I got a sharp dagger\nAnd a left hook that'll cause ya jaw bone to shatter\nWhose skilled enough to come test the weeded two\nTitans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew\n\nI got a vibe from the session in the back\nWhen niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps\nSmif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk\nFake the funk and get found dead in the trunk\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nBack again, make room for the boom\nPuffin' the lye, gettin' high to a beat minus two\nChoke my yak, is where I lives at and lotta rats\nCooch and pain is my brain, so I don't sweat that\nInstead I mack wit a Tek and a Dog, my man Ruckus and Rock\nAnd yo Rippa, what up doc?\n\nThe deals going down like this\nNone affect the mouth, watch ya lips and my boots do a French kiss\nPuttin' an end to those who tend to get me aggravated\nI'm tired of countin' dues and addin' up the years we waited\nBe on the lookout for these mad blunts smokin'\nKeep ya girl away from me, 'cuz I won't hesitate to stroke it\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nI'm feelin' the rush from the cannabis plant\nBut I can't lamp 'cuz niggas get me amped\nTalkin' this and that but my raps formats phat\nAnd I slap cats that come miss the stand backs\n\nNever could I ever agree on\nCuttin' loose a lot of mic troops that I roll wit for eons\nBe on ya tippy top or ya crisply crop\nBy them crooked cops or the local cop blockers on ya block\n\nI watch my back when for delf\nSome say the buzz, but I say the fuzz bad for my health\nHuh, critics could get banged like did it\nBowl, first I get lifted wit my click before up in a show\n\nSo, I say what I mean, mean what I say\nDo what I do, and me not play\nSay young God for punks who play hard\nDon't be surprised, I'm pullin' ya card, ya better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nSmif-N-Wessun on the rise\nYou better wrekonize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrekonize [Remix]\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: '1995'\n  duration_ms: 62000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What up? I heard that you got a little prob'\n  Wit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed\n  Stickin' and flickin' the bangers, thrown them out through ya neck\n  Another beat down inflicted by that nigga Tek\n\n  And for ya back, establish, yea I got a sharp dagger\n  And a left hook that'll cause ya jaw bone to shatter\n  Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two\n  Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew\n\n  I got a vibe from the session in the back\n  When niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk\n  Fake the funk and get found dead in the trunk\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  Back again, make room for the boom\n  Puffin' the lye, gettin' high to a beat minus two\n  Choke my yak, is where I lives at and lotta rats\n  Cooch and pain is my brain, so I don't sweat that\n  Instead I mack wit a Tek and a Dog, my man Ruckus and Rock\n  And yo Rippa, what up doc?\n\n  The deals going down like this\n  None affect the mouth, watch ya lips and my boots do a French kiss\n  Puttin' an end to those who tend to get me aggravated\n  I'm tired of countin' dues and addin' up the years we waited\n  Be on the lookout for these mad blunts smokin'\n  Keep ya girl away from me, 'cuz I won't hesitate to stroke it\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  I'm feelin' the rush from the cannabis plant\n  But I can't lamp 'cuz niggas get me amped\n  Talkin' this and that but my raps formats phat\n  And I slap cats that come miss the stand backs\n\n  Never could I ever agree on\n  Cuttin' loose a lot of mic troops that I roll wit for eons\n  Be on ya tippy top or ya crisply crop\n  By them crooked cops or the local cop blockers on ya block\n\n  I watch my back when for delf\n  Some say the buzz, but I say the fuzz bad for my health\n  Huh, critics could get banged like did it\n  Bowl, first I get lifted wit my click before up in a show\n\n  So, I say what I mean, mean what I say\n  Do what I do, and me not play\n  Say young God for punks who play hard\n  Don't be surprised, I'm pullin' ya card, ya better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Smif-N-Wessun on the rise\n  You better wrekonize\n"},{"id":26179986,"name":"Wrekonize (remix)","trackName":"Wrekonize (remix)","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Original Crooks, Original Headz","duration":235.266667,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"What up? I heard that you got a little prob'\nWit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed\nStickin' and flickin' the bangers, thrown them out through ya neck\nAnother beat down inflicted by that nigga Tek\n\nAnd for ya back, establish, yea I got a sharp dagger\nAnd a left hook that'll cause ya jaw bone to shatter\nWhose skilled enough to come test the weeded two\nTitans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew\n\nI got a vibe from the session in the back\nWhen niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps\nSmif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk\nFake the funk and get found dead in the trunk\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nBack again, make room for the boom\nPuffin' the lye, gettin' high to a beat minus two\nChoke my yak, is where I lives at and lotta rats\nCooch and pain is my brain, so I don't sweat that\nInstead I mack wit a Tek and a Dog, my man Ruckus and Rock\nAnd yo Rippa, what up doc?\n\nThe deals going down like this\nNone affect the mouth, watch ya lips and my boots do a French kiss\nPuttin' an end to those who tend to get me aggravated\nI'm tired of countin' dues and addin' up the years we waited\nBe on the lookout for these mad blunts smokin'\nKeep ya girl away from me, 'cuz I won't hesitate to stroke it\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nI'm feelin' the rush from the cannabis plant\nBut I can't lamp 'cuz niggas get me amped\nTalkin' this and that but my raps formats phat\nAnd I slap cats that come miss the stand backs\n\nNever could I ever agree on\nCuttin' loose a lot of mic troops that I roll wit for eons\nBe on ya tippy top or ya crisply crop\nBy them crooked cops or the local cop blockers on ya block\n\nI watch my back when for delf\nSome say the buzz, but I say the fuzz bad for my health\nHuh, critics could get banged like did it\nBowl, first I get lifted wit my click before up in a show\n\nSo, I say what I mean, mean what I say\nDo what I do, and me not play\nSay young God for punks who play hard\nDon't be surprised, I'm pullin' ya card, ya better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nReal heads on the rise, wrekonize\nYou better wrekonize\n\nAll heads realize, wrekonize\nSmif-N-Wessun on the rise\nYou better wrekonize","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrekonize (remix)\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Original Crooks, Original Headz\n  duration_ms: 235267\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  What up? I heard that you got a little prob'\n  Wit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed\n  Stickin' and flickin' the bangers, thrown them out through ya neck\n  Another beat down inflicted by that nigga Tek\n\n  And for ya back, establish, yea I got a sharp dagger\n  And a left hook that'll cause ya jaw bone to shatter\n  Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two\n  Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew\n\n  I got a vibe from the session in the back\n  When niggas is shaft on the ground puffin' meth and kickin' raps\n  Smif-N-Wessun comin' wit nuff buds and skunk\n  Fake the funk and get found dead in the trunk\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  Back again, make room for the boom\n  Puffin' the lye, gettin' high to a beat minus two\n  Choke my yak, is where I lives at and lotta rats\n  Cooch and pain is my brain, so I don't sweat that\n  Instead I mack wit a Tek and a Dog, my man Ruckus and Rock\n  And yo Rippa, what up doc?\n\n  The deals going down like this\n  None affect the mouth, watch ya lips and my boots do a French kiss\n  Puttin' an end to those who tend to get me aggravated\n  I'm tired of countin' dues and addin' up the years we waited\n  Be on the lookout for these mad blunts smokin'\n  Keep ya girl away from me, 'cuz I won't hesitate to stroke it\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  I'm feelin' the rush from the cannabis plant\n  But I can't lamp 'cuz niggas get me amped\n  Talkin' this and that but my raps formats phat\n  And I slap cats that come miss the stand backs\n\n  Never could I ever agree on\n  Cuttin' loose a lot of mic troops that I roll wit for eons\n  Be on ya tippy top or ya crisply crop\n  By them crooked cops or the local cop blockers on ya block\n\n  I watch my back when for delf\n  Some say the buzz, but I say the fuzz bad for my health\n  Huh, critics could get banged like did it\n  Bowl, first I get lifted wit my click before up in a show\n\n  So, I say what I mean, mean what I say\n  Do what I do, and me not play\n  Say young God for punks who play hard\n  Don't be surprised, I'm pullin' ya card, ya better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  You better wrekonize\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Smif-N-Wessun on the rise\n  You better wrekonize\n"},{"id":17457394,"name":"Sound Bwoy Bureill (remix vocal)","trackName":"Sound Bwoy Bureill (remix vocal)","artistName":"Smif‐n‐Wessun","albumName":"Wrekonize / Sound Bwoy Bureill","duration":284.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse One:\n\nBoom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/\nthe shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/\n2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/\nfake the funk/I put the junk to an end/\nNow who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/\nI find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/\nI bet you never thought I bust led/\nTo prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/\n\nYou cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/\nrecognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/\nGun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/\nfrom the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/\nYou say you number one wicked selecta/\nI say you punani/and I wetcha/\nKeep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/\ncause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/\nLike a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/\nshowed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/\nnow he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/\nled to his head/from gun clapper number 3/\nsee/lick off a shot you no dick rida/\nlick a shot punani/not gun fire/\n\nNow everybody wanna be dongongon/\nall around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/\nin the docks when the gun starts buckin/\nbut in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/\n\nChorus\nDON'T... DON'T... DON'T you ever mention bout you wan\ntess the champion sound/\nleave it to de people that can you know that can\nwhen people see them a ball fa\nLEAVE!\n\nVerse Two:\n\nMe naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/\nthe motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/\noriginal/criminal/run in town/crime pays/\nthats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted\nby my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/\nin the Pine box/Murderah... Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/\nwe bout to get illa/\n\nSound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/\ncummin wit my troops/we about to bury/\nbetta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/\nLookin at my pager/it's about that time/\nto load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/\nwarriors/conquerors/the man before ya/\nMr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/\nmy man wit the weed/is my man in deed/\nand all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/\n\nTalkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/\nYou neva know/that when it comes to championship/\nis we dat have de management/\nand carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew\nLEAVE!\n\nVerse Three:\n\nLaud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/\nas I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/\nTarget pon sight/trick up and cock/\nadjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/\nNuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/\nhere comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/\nIts the rain cummin like a hurricane lickin shots/\nmore untouchable/than niggas wit de chicken pox/\nSo/emcees get lifted when I'm spliffted/\nNigga guard ya grill/cause Louisville packs the biscut/\nIn the session/Smif N Wessun/O-G's see/gun clapper number 1/\nwit my nigga D-O-G...\n\nWe bring the realness/feel this/boom it's Black Moon reveal\nthis/\nwe come to let you know/what the deal is/\nStraight up we serve justice/so if you can't be trusted/\nmay you return where the dust is.\n\nThere is many sound thats goin around/and goin on/\nand gwan like a clown/but I'm tellin you.Clean up your act/\nand come to de livestock cuz you a deadstock from mornin to de\nevenin/now everthing changed...","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sound Bwoy Bureill (remix vocal)\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Wrekonize / Sound Bwoy Bureill\n  duration_ms: 284000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Verse One:\n\n  Boom bye bye/in a botty bwoy head/\n  the shottie fly now/the botty ly like dead/\n  2 shots dead to him chin/enemy a friend/\n  fake the funk/I put the junk to an end/\n  Now who da rude bwoy/wan come tess dogg/\n  I find his family/and I.D. em in da morgue/\n  I bet you never thought I bust led/\n  To prize/I'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread/\n\n  You cant tess the champion sound/You gettin bucked down/\n  recognize the boot camp click/in a de Bucktown/\n  Gun thirsty little bastard/always blasted/\n  from the sess of chocolate/from my dick gastin/\n  You say you number one wicked selecta/\n  I say you punani/and I wetcha/\n  Keep the bull/before I pull this here trigga/\n  cause you don't wanna tess me/when I'm tipsy off the liquor/\n  Like a punk they call McGirt/got his feelings hurt/\n  showed his true colors/had to yank up his skirt/\n  now he's in misery/tryin to cop a plea/\n  led to his head/from gun clapper number 3/\n  see/lick off a shot you no dick rida/\n  lick a shot punani/not gun fire/\n\n  Now everybody wanna be dongongon/\n  all around New York niggas be talkin/but we be stalkin/\n  in the docks when the gun starts buckin/\n  but in the day/be wary of where you be walkin/\n\n  Chorus\n  DON'T... DON'T... DON'T you ever mention bout you wan\n  tess the champion sound/\n  leave it to de people that can you know that can\n  when people see them a ball fa\n  LEAVE!\n\n  Verse Two:\n\n  Me naw sex/me ruff like the wicked you fe me/\n  the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see/\n  original/criminal/run in town/crime pays/\n  thats when I practised/your act if/you wan get blasted\n  by my nine shot/come around my block/pon the night spot/\n  in the Pine box/Murderah... Botty bwoy killa/Golden power filla/\n  we bout to get illa/\n\n  Sound bwoy/ya got nuff reason to worry/\n  cummin wit my troops/we about to bury/\n  betta pack ya dubs and move in a hurry/Ease off sean/\n  Lookin at my pager/it's about that time/\n  to load up the 9/and do my derelict crime/\n  warriors/conquerors/the man before ya/\n  Mr. Ripper/a.k.a. the enemy killa/\n  my man wit the weed/is my man in deed/\n  and all you sucky-ducky niggas catch nots wit speed/\n\n  Talkin bout you have sound/ah my sound you wan tess/\n  You neva know/that when it comes to championship/\n  is we dat have de management/\n  and carry mack/use you for good use/cuz wee de good crew\n  LEAVE!\n\n  Verse Three:\n\n  Laud!/Some bwoy wan get dead tonite duke/\n  as I retrieve the 2-5 from my timboots/\n  Target pon sight/trick up and cock/\n  adjust your pupils to see a dead bwoy walk/\n  Nuff pussyhole gwan die dis year/\n  here comes the bootcamp/slide it to the rear/\n  Its the rain cummin like a 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Click, Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up\nRiding through (Yes)\nAhhh (Proceed me forward)\nGunshot me rewind\nYou requested it so re-rewind, re-rewind\nCocoa Brovaz 'pon the borderline\nTest my sound and you're dead same time\n\nBoom bye bye, -gunshot- in the fuckboy head\nThe shots be flying, now the fuckboy lie dead\nTwo shots dead to him chin\nEnemy or friend, fake the funk, I'll put the junk to an end\nNow who the rude boy wan' test the top dog?\nI find his family to I.D. him in the morgue\nI bet you never thought I bust shots\nSurprise, I'm a fortified blunted head just like my dreads\n\nYou try test my champion sound, you're getting bucked down\nRecognize my Boot Camp Clik out of Bucktown\nGun thirsty, loco bastard\nAlways blasted from the sacks of cocoa off Mother Gaston\nYou say you're number one wicked selector\nI say you punani and I wet ya\nKeep the bull 'fore I pull the damn trigger\n'Cause you don't wanna test me when I'm tipsy off the liquor\nLike the funk they call McGirt, got his feelings hurt\nShowed his true colors, had to yank up his skirt\nNow he's in misery, trying to cop a plea\nPistol whip him head from Gunn Clappa Numba Tre, see\nLick off a shot, you know nigga rider\nLick the shot, punani not, one fire\n\nNow every man wan' be Don Gorgon\nAll around New York niggas be talking but we be stalking\nIn the dark's when the dogs start barking\nBut in the day be wary of where you be walking\n\nSound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing\n\nMe not sex, me rough like the wicked youth in me\nThe fucknigga that be buggin' off the truth, you see\nOriginal criminal, run the town\nCrime pays, that's what I practice, so act\nIf you won't get blasted by my nine shots\nCome around my block, find a nice spot in the pine box\nMurderer, nigga killer\nHolding power filler, we 'bout to get iller\n\nSoundboy got nuff reason to worry\nComing with my troops, we's about to bury\nBetter pack it up to move in a hurry\nEase up, seen?\nLooking at my pager, it's about that time\nTo load up the nine and do my daily crime\nWarriors, conquerors, the man before ya\nMr. Rippa AKA the enemy killer\nMy man with the weed is my man indeed\nAnd all you sucky-ducky niggas catch knots with speed\n\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing\n\nLotta bwoy gwan get dead tonight, duke\nAs I retreat the two five from my Timb boots\nTarget 'pon sight, trigger 'pon cock\nJust your pupils'll see a dead bwoy walk\nNuff pussyhole gwan die this year\nHere comes my Boot Camp sliding to the rear\n\nIt's the reign, hurricane still licking shots\nMore untouchable than niggas with the chicken pox\nDreads and 'fros out to get the doughs like Bisquick\nFrom now until Louisville, still packs the biscuit (Ninety-Nine)\nSmif-N-Wessun O.G.C. is the beast from the East\nAnd Gunn Clappa Numba Tre\n\nBring the realness, feel this, boom is back, move to feel this\nCome to let you know what the deal is\nStraight up, we serve justice\nSo if you can't be trusted, may you return where the dust is\n\nClick click, boom boom\nYeah, for real\nCocoa Brovaz 'pon the set\nYa know a soundboy dead\nSmif-N-Wessun\nHear the lick off the make-man\nSmif-N-Wessun alongside Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up\nRiding through\nA where we look, a where we look and say hey\n\nTell them fi come if a trouble them want\nBoy, we are gonna lick them with the finesse and charm\nTell them fi come if a trouble them a look\nTake a look, oh, take a look inna the Camp lyric book\nTell them fi come if a trouble them want\nBoy, we are gonna lick them with the finesse and charm\nTell them fi come if a trouble them a look\nTake a look, oh, take a look inna the Scavenger lyric book\n'Cause every page full of style and full up of fashion\nWe no believe in pirate material\nMy lyrics no rush and they're well original\nChristened and stamped with the seal of approval\nOriginal troop, I say, gimme a signal\nFi put them to bed and give them the burial\nAnd me say\n\nSound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Sound Bwoy Bureill (remix clean vocal)\n  artist: Smif‐n‐Wessun\n  album: Wrekonize / Sound Bwoy Bureill\n  duration_ms: 276000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  X amount of things\n  Boot Camp Click, Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up\n  Riding through (Yes)\n  Ahhh (Proceed me forward)\n  Gunshot me rewind\n  You requested it so re-rewind, re-rewind\n  Cocoa Brovaz 'pon the borderline\n  Test my sound and you're dead same time\n\n  Boom bye bye, -gunshot- in the fuckboy head\n  The shots be flying, now the fuckboy lie dead\n  Two shots dead to him chin\n  Enemy or friend, fake the funk, I'll put the junk to an end\n  Now who the rude boy wan' test the top dog?\n  I find his family to I.D. him in the morgue\n  I bet you never thought I bust shots\n  Surprise, I'm a fortified blunted head just like my dreads\n\n  You try test my champion sound, you're getting bucked down\n  Recognize my Boot Camp Clik out of Bucktown\n  Gun thirsty, loco bastard\n  Always blasted from the sacks of cocoa off Mother Gaston\n  You say you're number one wicked selector\n  I say you punani and I wet ya\n  Keep the bull 'fore I pull the damn trigger\n  'Cause you don't wanna test me when I'm tipsy off the liquor\n  Like the funk they call McGirt, got his feelings hurt\n  Showed his true colors, had to yank up his skirt\n  Now he's in misery, trying to cop a plea\n  Pistol whip him head from Gunn Clappa Numba Tre, see\n  Lick off a shot, you know nigga rider\n  Lick the shot, punani not, one fire\n\n  Now every man wan' be Don Gorgon\n  All around New York niggas be talking but we be stalking\n  In the dark's when the dogs start barking\n  But in the day be wary of where you be walking\n\n  Sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing\n\n  Me not sex, me rough like the wicked youth in me\n  The fucknigga that be buggin' off the truth, you see\n  Original criminal, run the town\n  Crime pays, that's what I practice, so act\n  If you won't get blasted by my nine shots\n  Come around my block, find a nice spot in the pine box\n  Murderer, nigga killer\n  Holding power filler, we 'bout to get iller\n\n  Soundboy got nuff reason to worry\n  Coming with my troops, we's about to bury\n  Better pack it up to move in a hurry\n  Ease up, seen?\n  Looking at my pager, it's about that time\n  To load up the nine and do my daily crime\n  Warriors, conquerors, the man before ya\n  Mr. Rippa AKA the enemy killer\n  My man with the weed is my man indeed\n  And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch knots with speed\n\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing\n\n  Lotta bwoy gwan get dead tonight, duke\n  As I retreat the two five from my Timb boots\n  Target 'pon sight, trigger 'pon cock\n  Just your pupils'll see a dead bwoy walk\n  Nuff pussyhole gwan die this year\n  Here comes my Boot Camp sliding to the rear\n\n  It's the reign, hurricane still licking shots\n  More untouchable than niggas with the chicken pox\n  Dreads and 'fros out to get the doughs like Bisquick\n  From now until Louisville, still packs the biscuit (Ninety-Nine)\n  Smif-N-Wessun O.G.C. is the beast from the East\n  And Gunn Clappa Numba Tre\n\n  Bring the realness, feel this, boom is back, move to feel this\n  Come to let you know what the deal is\n  Straight up, we serve justice\n  So if you can't be trusted, may you return where the dust is\n\n  Click click, boom boom\n  Yeah, for real\n  Cocoa Brovaz 'pon the set\n  Ya know a soundboy dead\n  Smif-N-Wessun\n  Hear the lick off the make-man\n  Smif-N-Wessun alongside Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up\n  Riding through\n  A where we look, a where we look and say hey\n\n  Tell them fi come if a trouble them want\n  Boy, we are gonna lick them with the finesse and charm\n  Tell them fi come if a trouble them a look\n  Take a look, oh, take a look inna the Camp lyric book\n  Tell them fi come if a trouble them want\n  Boy, we are gonna lick them with the finesse and charm\n  Tell them fi come if a trouble them a look\n  Take a look, oh, take a look inna the Scavenger lyric book\n  'Cause every page full of style and full up of fashion\n  We no believe in pirate material\n  My lyrics no rush and they're well original\n  Christened and stamped with the seal of approval\n  Original troop, I say, gimme a signal\n  Fi put them to bed and give them the burial\n  And me say\n\n  Sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no\n"},{"id":13703399,"name":"Wrekonize  (Remix Vocal)","trackName":"Wrekonize  (Remix Vocal)","artistName":"Smif-n-Wessun","albumName":"Nervous Third 50 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commiting treason\nI know what you mean son\nI've seen some blind, some deaf, some dumb\nWhichever one choose to follow the other one\nLooses to the mass confusion caused by fast illusion\nShowin 'n provin, it's not just a phrase that we usin'\nIt's the way of life when you keep it moving\nSoon and, you get new then\nYou be tuned in to get ready to move in position\n\nI shine, you shine, in this day and time\nWe maintain the same frame of mind\nThe elevation, spark it up son\nYo, start the circulation\n360 degrees in rotation\nSimulatin, as a herb as my physical creation\nSlipping to a hallucination\nSituations\nGot me thinking about my life seriously\nKeep it real continously\nBefore i slip into blackness i prepare for combat\nProtect my dome cause that's where my home's at\nCrack my windows and hail is the misflow\nBuild up my mental, construct on my physical\nSpreading love to my p.n.c. state to state\nAnd head on lock holding it down behind the gate\nWhat's subscribe in the mail son\nOr hit me on the horn\nSmif n' wessun hold it on\nWe see you when you reach home","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrekonize  (Remix Vocal)\n  artist: Smif-n-Wessun\n  album: Nervous Third 50 Releases\n  duration_ms: 233000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Early to rise so wake wake before day break\n  Meditating on the steps i take\n  I realize there's a lot at stake\n  So why enterprise while trying to stack papes\n  But i wrekonize that it aint' easy\n  So i organize with my p.n.c.\n  From day break to dusk dawn\n  I stand strong on my own too\n  Give praises to jive before manuvering thru\n  My steps towards improvements\n  Meet up with my esset, put him on the movements\n  I maintains like green bag and such\n  We're gonna make it happpen, just the two of us\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  Better wrekonize\n\n  I live the life of an entertainer\n  Stress bringer, grams of get right 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Before i slip into blackness i prepare for combat\n  Protect my dome cause that's where my home's at\n  Crack my windows and hail is the misflow\n  Build up my mental, construct on my physical\n  Spreading love to my p.n.c. state to state\n  And head on lock holding it down behind the gate\n  What's subscribe in the mail son\n  Or hit me on the horn\n  Smif n' wessun hold it on\n  We see you when you reach home\n"},{"id":22746110,"name":"Wrekonize [Remix Vocal]","trackName":"Wrekonize [Remix Vocal]","artistName":"Smif-N-Wessun","albumName":"Fluxblog 1995 Survey","duration":233.267664,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Early to rise so wake wake before day break\nMeditating on the steps i take\nI realize there's a lot at stake\nSo why enterprise while trying to stack papes\nBut i wrekonize that it aint' easy\nSo i organize with my p.n.c.\nFrom day break to dusk dawn\nI stand strong on my own too\nGive praises to jive before manuvering thru\nMy steps towards 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same frame of mind\nThe elevation, spark it up son\nYo, start the circulation\n360 degrees in rotation\nSimulatin, as a herb as my physical creation\nSlipping to a hallucination\nSituations\nGot me thinking about my life seriously\nKeep it real continously\nBefore i slip into blackness i prepare for combat\nProtect my dome cause that's where my home's at\nCrack my windows and hail is the misflow\nBuild up my mental, construct on my physical\nSpreading love to my p.n.c. state to state\nAnd head on lock holding it down behind the gate\nWhat's subscribe in the mail son\nOr hit me on the horn\nSmif n' wessun hold it on\nWe see you when you reach home","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Wrekonize [Remix Vocal]\n  artist: Smif-N-Wessun\n  album: Fluxblog 1995 Survey\n  duration_ms: 233268\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Early to rise so wake wake before day break\n  Meditating on the steps i take\n  I realize there's a lot at stake\n  So why enterprise while trying to stack papes\n  But i wrekonize that it aint' easy\n  So i organize with my p.n.c.\n  From day break to dusk dawn\n  I stand strong on my own too\n  Give praises to jive before manuvering thru\n  My steps towards improvements\n  Meet up with my esset, put him on the movements\n  I maintains like green bag and such\n  We're gonna make it happpen, just the two of us\n\n  All heads realize, wrekonize\n  Real heads on the rise, wrekonize\n  Better wrekonize\n\n  I live the life of an entertainer\n  Stress bringer, grams of get right high pounds of anger\n  And worries of success down the line\n  Living life to the fullest in that space and time\n  I'm coping wit me and my habits\n  Coping that coke over and and the cabbage\n  Tensed all seasons for ass kicing reasons\n  Never know where you catch a spot commiting treason\n  I know what you mean son\n  I've seen some blind, some deaf, some dumb\n  Whichever one choose to follow the other one\n  Looses to the mass confusion caused by fast illusion\n  Showin 'n provin, it's not just a phrase that we usin'\n  It's the way of life when you keep it moving\n  Soon and, you get new then\n  You be tuned in to get ready to move in position\n\n  I shine, you shine, in this day and time\n  We maintain the same frame of mind\n  The elevation, spark it up son\n  Yo, start the circulation\n  360 degrees in rotation\n  Simulatin, as a herb as my physical creation\n  Slipping to a hallucination\n  Situations\n  Got me thinking about my life seriously\n  Keep it real continously\n  Before i slip into blackness i prepare for combat\n  Protect my dome cause that's where my home's at\n  Crack my windows and hail is the misflow\n  Build up my mental, construct on my physical\n  Spreading love to my p.n.c. state to state\n  And head on lock holding it down behind the gate\n  What's subscribe in the mail son\n  Or hit me on the horn\n  Smif n' wessun hold it on\n  We see you when you reach 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Bucktown\nGun thirsty, loco bastard\nAlways blasted from the sacks of cocoa off Mother Gaston\nYou say you're number one wicked selector\nI say you punani and I wet ya\nKeep the bull 'fore I pull the damn trigger\n'Cause you don't wanna test me when I'm tipsy off the liquor\nLike the funk they call McGirt, got his feelings hurt\nShowed his true colors, had to yank up his skirt\nNow he's in misery, trying to cop a plea\nPistol whip him head from Gunn Clappa Numba Tre, see\nLick off a shot, you know nigga rider\nLick the shot, punani not, one fire\n\nNow every man wan' be Don Gorgon\nAll around New York niggas be talking but we be stalking\nIn the dark's when the dogs start barking\nBut in the day be wary of where you be walking\n\nSound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing\n\nMe not sex, me rough like the wicked youth in me\nThe fucknigga that be buggin' off the truth, you see\nOriginal criminal, run the town\nCrime pays, that's what I practice, so act\nIf you won't get blasted by my nine shots\nCome around my block, find a nice spot in the pine box\nMurderer, nigga killer\nHolding power filler, we 'bout to get iller\n\nSoundboy got nuff reason to worry\nComing with my troops, we's about to bury\nBetter pack it up to move in a hurry\nEase up, seen?\nLooking at my pager, it's about that time\nTo load up the nine and do my daily crime\nWarriors, conquerors, the man before ya\nMr. Rippa AKA the enemy killer\nMy man with the weed is my man indeed\nAnd all you sucky-ducky niggas catch knots with speed\n\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting 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getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\nTest the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\nWe sing sound burial, no, we no take 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shots be flying, now the fuckboy lie dead\n  Two shots dead to him chin\n  Enemy or friend, fake the funk, I'll put the junk to an end\n  Now who the rude boy wan' test the top dog?\n  I find his family to I.D. him in the morgue\n  I bet you never thought I bust shots\n  Surprise, I'm a fortified blunted head just like my dreads\n\n  You try test my champion sound, you're getting bucked down\n  Recognize my Boot Camp Clik out of Bucktown\n  Gun thirsty, loco bastard\n  Always blasted from the sacks of cocoa off Mother Gaston\n  You say you're number one wicked selector\n  I say you punani and I wet ya\n  Keep the bull 'fore I pull the damn trigger\n  'Cause you don't wanna test me when I'm tipsy off the liquor\n  Like the funk they call McGirt, got his feelings hurt\n  Showed his true colors, had to yank up his skirt\n  Now he's in misery, trying to cop a plea\n  Pistol whip him head from Gunn Clappa Numba Tre, see\n  Lick off a shot, you know nigga rider\n  Lick the shot, punani not, one fire\n\n  Now every man wan' be Don Gorgon\n  All around New York niggas be talking but we be stalking\n  In the dark's when the dogs start barking\n  But in the day be wary of where you be walking\n\n  Sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing\n\n  Me not sex, me rough like the wicked youth in me\n  The fucknigga that be buggin' off the truth, you see\n  Original criminal, run the town\n  Crime pays, that's what I practice, so act\n  If you won't get blasted by my nine shots\n  Come around my block, find a nice spot in the pine box\n  Murderer, nigga killer\n  Holding power filler, we 'bout to get iller\n\n  Soundboy got nuff reason to worry\n  Coming with my troops, we's about to bury\n  Better pack it up to move in a hurry\n  Ease up, seen?\n  Looking at my pager, it's about that time\n  To load up the nine and do my daily crime\n  Warriors, conquerors, the man before ya\n  Mr. Rippa AKA the enemy killer\n  My man with the weed is my man indeed\n  And all you sucky-ducky niggas catch knots with speed\n\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing\n\n  Lotta bwoy gwan get dead tonight, duke\n  As I retreat the two five from my Timb boots\n  Target 'pon sight, trigger 'pon cock\n  Just your pupils'll see a dead bwoy walk\n  Nuff pussyhole gwan die this year\n  Here comes my Boot Camp sliding to the rear\n\n  It's the reign, hurricane still licking shots\n  More untouchable than niggas with the chicken pox\n  Dreads and 'fros out to get the doughs like Bisquick\n  From now until Louisville, still packs the biscuit (Ninety-Nine)\n  Smif-N-Wessun O.G.C. is the beast from the East\n  And Gunn Clappa Numba Tre\n\n  Bring the realness, feel this, boom is back, move to feel this\n  Come to let you know what the deal is\n  Straight up, we serve justice\n  So if you can't be trusted, may you return where the dust is\n\n  Click click, boom boom\n  Yeah, for real\n  Cocoa Brovaz 'pon the set\n  Ya know a soundboy dead\n  Smif-N-Wessun\n  Hear the lick off the make-man\n  Smif-N-Wessun alongside Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up\n  Riding through\n  A where we look, a where we look and say hey\n\n  Tell them fi come if a trouble them want\n  Boy, we are gonna lick them with the finesse and charm\n  Tell them fi come if a trouble them a look\n  Take a look, oh, take a look inna the Camp lyric book\n  Tell them fi come if a trouble them want\n  Boy, we are gonna lick them with the finesse and charm\n  Tell them fi come if a trouble them a look\n  Take a look, oh, take a look inna the Scavenger lyric book\n  'Cause every page full of style and full up of fashion\n  We no believe in pirate material\n  My lyrics no rush and they're well original\n  Christened and stamped with the seal of approval\n  Original troop, I say, gimme a signal\n  Fi put them to bed and give them the burial\n  And me say\n\n  Sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test Smif-N-Wessun, rasta, know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Boot Camp Clik, you know you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no take that fi fun\n  Test the Black Arts, Kev and Jam-up, you're getting done\n  We sing sound burial, no, we no\n"}]