The second release from the Harlem Spartans' MizOrMac following a stint in jail, “Say Mizzy” takes the Kennington rapper back to the drill roots on which he built his career.
The song’s title is a play on the phrase “say nizzy” (say less/nothing), the latter word replaced with the rapper’s nickname...
[Intro]
One, two step like Ciara
Throw it (Shoot) like Ngbaka did (Blah)
[Verse]
If the Spartans ever come to a vote
And they want this guy that I've known from school
Then I can't lie, I'm on him too
Only we know what we been through
Put my feelings aside and go
Scheme on the target, wait for the green light
Then let my reh-teh go
Cah we pull up on folks like, "Who's?" (Who?)
Familiar face, then shoot (Shoot)
In the field, there's me or you (Or you)
And you (And you) and you (And you)
So even if I blow in music
The truth is I'll still be a goon
Handlin' stuff in the field, yeah, yeah
Who provides for the family too? (Who?)
(And they call him) Mi-Mi-Miz (Mizzy)
Mac bare extravagant waps
Inconspicuous tints
I ride dot-dot in the back
It's Naghz on the left, where Phineas sits (Phineas)
One, two step like Ciara
Throw it (Shoot) like Ngbaka did (Blah)
See how everybody hates Chris?
That's how everybody hates Miz
Used to play a game on the K
Who can wet the most blades opposite? (Who?)
And I was a potential bae (Bae)
When I heard SA was on the wing (Latz)
That's a real legend on the K
Now it's money and fame, and Brazilian tings (Peng)
Everybody talk about war (War)
What you niggas know about war?
What you know about invadin' flats?
Eradicate camps, and make them deport?
And confidential explores? (Skrrt, skrrt)
What you know about hangin' out whips?
Impeccable clips, torrential storms?
Sixteen runnin' outdoors? (Doors)
Turn estates to a pond
I run out the car, screamin' "Sixty"
Bet they didn't know it was a Harlem don (Come on)
This life that we're livin' is risky
Apology if it's a violent song
And police might say that it's dangerous
But it's entertainment, shut them govs (Shut up)
Tell 'em, "Free up my partner Savage"
He did no lackin', he showed them knives (Free him)
Me and him in the cell, reminiscin'
We sat up in prison, recappin' on rides
Now remember that GG jammed on his head?
That was old school pushback times
She heard on the streets I'm reckless
Though I ain't showed her my reckless side
(Peng, peng, peng, peng, peng, peng)
And we don't realise what we're doin' to the hearts of our loves when we do this crime (Nope)
But it's never in our head when we're out for revenge
And we're sittin' in a car like Ice (Ice)
Opp block, opp block, opp block
That's who I hear when I listen to guys (Swear down)
[Outro]
O-O-Opp block
That's who I hear when I listen to guys
O-O-Opp block
That's who I hear when I listen to guys
I run out the car, screamin' "Sixty"
Bet they didn't know it was a Harlem guy