Lyrics Nyne - MZ Boom Bap, Ryler Smith

Nyne

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