Twenty Sixteens - The Wiz

Uh yeah, let me start from the top

Like an iced sundae with a cherry on top

Or like I’m bungee jumpin', better watch out for rocks

Will leave you cord less, like a wireless box

With no aux, put on your socks to dodge the frostbite

From these frigid fore winds that’s flying through the mic

Don’t need cuban links, to form these glaciers of ice

But the way I ship these bars seem more titanic in sight

I keep it right keep it light, and I amputate what’s left

So I captain these hooks and just Johnny Depp the rest

Fresh to death, with an X mark wherever I step

Girl you’re more than just the booty or a treasured chest

I digress, nonetheless the pirate theme was running long

Like Olympic runners in a track marathon

Or an open wide receiver by the name of Desean

Throwing verbal Hail Mary’s, you know my pen hand is strong

So I wrote it in a song, now ya gotta put me on.

LET THE SAX PLAY!

Twenty sixteens, twenty sixteens

And you know just what I mean

Tryna keep it so clean

That’s a verse from my mind count em twenty sixteens

And we’re back like commercial break or these snakes

That you thought were friends but all turned into fakes

No mistake, call this a one man showcase

And you can skip the highlights I did it first take

No way, Jose, got whole the world chanting Ole'

A boss like Rozay, but the almighty I obey

He holds all wisdom, you ain’t got the answers Sway

So like I mantis I pray, that we all make it through the day

But anyway, I’m here to drop the real by any means

A bit of Malcolm in the middle, and Martin in my genes

Thru these sitcom scenes or parables from the risen king

The message I bring causes these crows to lose their wings

Bet it stings like a bumble but I try to keep it humble

As a mumble, I may stumble but never ever fumble

Prepare for trouble from my hustle and maybe make it double

Blasting off to space so make sure your telescope is hubble

Try to stay outside the bubble that the world seeks to trap me in

And spread em that hope thru the words that I’m trafficking

Tell these wack rappers it’s nap time so pack it in

And for the real, second coming, we back again

So tell a friend… that we here till the end… BRING THE SAX BACK

That’s so sistine my chapel of rhymes is so pristine

Like a mural by Michelangelo on the ceiling

But never lost the flow, and never shut the do'

Give me four more walls and we got rooms to go

That’s fa show, like a mannequin, force is strong like Anakin

The records I spin, make em so hard for handling

A potter with the clay, and impervious to shattering

Holy spirit I’m channelin' with his credits as the ghost writer

Christ as the feature and God produced the fire

And every track I trek has the footprints of the trinity

So all really I need is three sixteens to slay the enemy