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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Smif-N-Wessun
Smif-N-Wessun
Performer
Darrell Yates
Darrell Yates
Vocals
Tekomin Williams
Tekomin Williams
Vocals
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Baby Paul
Baby Paul
Producer
Christian Delatour
Christian Delatour
Assistant Engineer
Da Beatminerz
Da Beatminerz
Producer
David Carpenter
David Carpenter
Assistant Engineer
Joe Quincy
Joe Quincy
Engineer
Kieran Walsh
Kieran Walsh
Engineer
Leo"Swift" Morris
Leo"Swift" Morris
Engineer
Lewis Tineo
Lewis Tineo
Assistant Engineer
Max Vargas
Max Vargas
Assistant Engineer
Naughty Cotto
Naughty Cotto
Engineer
Wayne Anderson
Wayne Anderson
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

Let's go baby
Yeah, yeah
For the 90 now
90 now
All heads realise
(Wrekonize)
Real heads on the rise
(Wrekonize my brother)
Cool Camp comin' through
One, two, three
(Click, click, click in the night)
Three, two, one
Represent my son
Show 'em how it's done
Yeah
What up?
I heard that you got a little prob'
With the way that we roll (Roll)
And the heads we done robbed (Rob)
Stickin' and flickin' the bangers
Throwinn' them out to your neck (Neck)
Another beatdown inflicted by that **** Tek
And for you backstabbers
Yeah, I got a sharp dagger (Uh-huh)
And a left hook that'll cause your jaw bone to shatter
Who's skilled enough to come test the weeded two? (Yeah)
Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew
I got a vibe from the session in the back
When **** is strapped underground
Puffin' meth and kickin' raps
Smif-N-Wessun comin' with nuff buds and skunk
Fake the funk and get found dead in a trunk
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
Back again, make room for the boom
Puffin' the loud
Gettin' high to a Beatminerz tune
Show up my guy, 'cause where I lives at's a lotta rats
Cooch and pain is my brain, so I don't sweat that
Instead, I mack with a Tek and a Dog
My man Ruckus and Rock
And yo Rippa, what up ah?
The deal's goin' down like this (This)
Run off at the mouth
Watch your lips and my boots do a French kiss
Puttin' a end to those who tend to get me aggravated
I'm tired of countin' dues and addin' up the years we waited
Be on the lookout for this mad blunts smoker
Keep your girl away from me
'Cause I won't hesitate to stroke her
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
You better wrekonize
I'm feelin' the rush from the cannabis plant
But I can't land 'cause **** get me amped
Talkin' this and that but my rap format's fat
And I slap cats that commence to stab backs
Never could I ever agree on
Cuttin' loose a lot of my troops that I roll with for eons
Be on your tippy top or you'll quickly drop
By them crooked cops
Or the local cockblockers 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
Bow, first I get lifted with my click before rippin' a show
So I, say what I mean
Mean what I say
Do what I do an mi nah play (Mi nah play)
Say en garde for punks who play hard
Don't be surprised I'm pullin' your card
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
(Wroconize)
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
****
All heads on the rise
You better wrekonize
I'll need each and every individual
Who listen to
That voice in your head when they be kickin' truth
Truth, yeah
Bring a temple-like group to a motherfucker, no peace
Tell 'em that peace might stop
Bound to stop
Then one stop
Jigga punk hot
Six punks down
Two punks down
Click-click-click
Then I will click the type
Man click that jab
Man click that Chevy make it slide
Yeah it's like Real Rick on the rise
Written by: D. Yates, Paul Hendriks, T. Williams
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