Из альбома: The War Within
[Verse 1: Wrekonize]
Open up the vein get a bit insane better train Jane to be shelling me in sentimental cellophane
Wrek is aimed higher than the heavens on a weathervane
Better stay ready meng if you sleeping get a lane
Wake up time to get a better brain
Fly over rooftops i don't need to shed a thang
Lighter than a feather when I fly cuz I'm clever but i still drop bombs like a military aero plane
This'll be epitome of energy get up and get it physically or bleed for the remedy
I think it's gonna be a murder of the gimmicky silliest mother fuckers who been acting like they getting g's
Let the conquest go critics and cynics in it to bomb wreks flow
Millions of minutes we get them all left low
I been on that show with a Comcast soul
I'll connect ya get ya extra decks to lecture necks snapping the best of
People in miami out over into the rest of the world wide sector
[Hook: Wrekonize]
I never felt this free before in all my freaking life
These inhibitions clearly need to cease to be tonight
It's you and I we'll ride until the sun is in our sights
I don't know how else to describe it but it's right
When it's all up in my bloodstream
Deep inside my bloodstream
I can feel it in my bloodstream
It's been released into the bloodstream let's hope this kinda feeling never
Dies
[Verse 2: Wrekonize]
Shake shack vibe with a payback line
Tell em to leave him be in the cave that's fine
Reclusive dude with loosey tunes a nuisance
All up in the business with an 8 track grind
I sat up with a boombox and
Threw thoughts
In Hollywood Miamis little version of the boondocks
We beat up on the trash cans and who thought
I'd take it the level we all know only a few rock
Better than the beef ends
Tell em to get packing with the backing of the defense
i wanna just see a sequence decent
These mother fuckers coming up to challenge us in sequins
I came to change the lame brains
Refrain the same game and stake the name claim
Let's see if they can get it with no credit overzealous
And they bet it all down on the fake estate fame
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Crooked I]
So many niggas wanna come at the Crooked and let a couple of shots
Spin me around like I’m a featherweight, not knowing that I’m heavyweight
Smith & Wesson weapon will make you elevate and levitate
When I regulate I hit the streets like I never ate
I click heat and I never wait
I wouldn’t hesitate to strap a time bomb to myself and hug you until it detonates
You’re 6 feet, I’m 11'8'‘
And if I told you once, I told you twice
I hold the guns, I’m so precise, so run nigga run
When the soldier come, I’m cold as ice
So hold your tongue or roll the dice, you’re done when I come
I’m a poltergeist, I’m givin’ ‘em rhythm quick as a cobra strikes
Kill 'em and kill 'em again
The shots slow your life, you should’ve known the price
Killer that holds the knife to your throat and slice
And when I’m creepin’ by, dippin' the ‘Lac
Homie the reason I’m rippin’ the gat is to go BRRAT BRRAT
Then your people die, nigga, blink your eyes
I'll put you on your back quicker than that