Nyne - MZ Boom Bap, Ryler Smith

Salam

A sayan calm

Let the bass tremble

The treble

I raise it up onto another level

The rebel, the scientist

With hieroglyph which meddle

The bud I twist it up

And light it like a kettle

Rock a pebble to stone

I feel at home today

Smoking sativa mixed with Indica Jade

I’m gone

Still the dawg of my zone

I raise the fire

Prior, I spent my youth

Just watching some Richard pryor

Y’all acquire the style

But not entirely

Walking like actors and talking

Like y’all from the academy

I brought the raggedy mix

That’s why my kicks

Ain’t feeling so new

The only thing I pay for is my flix

My albums my dick rubber

My food and lubricant, yet

Your chick wanna give me her bubba

I ain’t used to it yet (yessir)

I wreck alarms

When I’m dropping my bombs

It’s the honorable entendre

With the new killer arm

I fling a

Boom shot

Lykki down

With the ruff sound

When it come thru

Shimmy blow

Shimmy ay

Boom shot

Put em' down with the gun

Lykki down

Lykki down, down

Lie on your face

Heavy jetted

Hot headed with a temper

A skinny ass nigga

Who got lines in the blender

On time I’m Museng’ya

Arrive, Kenyan spine when I enter

My partner shall cosign in the venture

We on it

The microphone soloist

With a potent pitch

Support the loneliest rapper

Who got mad boulder bricks

I show no harm

When folding up my cards

Your style older than Vietnam

War veterans in a bar

Restarting

I ain’t the hotel type

That’s well right

I get the party started

When the travel do sell right

Now hell might get froze over

We send the waves

Pass the blunt over

You way too drunk

To be driving home bruh

A fire storm of bullets hit your mental

With Mz Boom Bap

Who stack plenty dope instrumentals

Essential, I spoke the code

Upon the rhythm sequence

Now peep this

We kick it on

With deeper higher frequence

Boom shot, lykki down

With the ruff sound

When it come thru

Shimmy blow

Shimmy ay

Boom shot, put it down with the gun

Lykki down lykki down, down

Lie down on yo face

Who got the bomb

Striaght tripping upon the song

It’s the younger don

Who hittin like avalanches, bruh

My shit is sworn to spill a swarm

And flip the sector

With funky flava

Sweeter than cinnemon

I wreck ya

It’s the marihuana smoker

On the thresher, no pressure

I bring the gritty verbal shit, but fresher

Now issa whole funk

I tell it when the snare repelling

Most people only gon hit you up

When you album selling

I kick a hard ethic

When I’m into, the vintage

Now bring another rapper with this ill pinch

I print it

The hyroglyhpic code you call a lyric

And still I see my people singing with it

No doubt we yell let’s get it

Hands high up live we feel it

When the fear is disappearin

And it’s rushing thru the spirit

No timid appearance

When I hunt the skill appeal I’m

On fire just healing

Interference with desire

I fire my

Boom shot

Lykki down

With the ruff sound

When it come thru

Shimmy blow

Shimmy ay

Boom shot

Put em' down with the gun

Lykki down

Lykki down, down

Right in your face