Nicholas Craven – Yzerman (ft. Boldy James) (Audio, Lyrics)

Nicholas Craven unveils the new self-produced “Yzerman” song featuring Boldy James. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Nicholas Craven Yzerman

Montreal producer Nicholas Craven, who recently worked on Mach-Hommy’s Balens Cho, has teamed up with Boldy James for his newest single, “Yzerman.” The track serves as the first single to Craven’s upcoming album Craven N 3. The song’s title is likely a reference to legendary hockey player Steve Yzerman.

As for why Craven tagged the Griselda rapper for the project, he recently told Complex that he was impressed with James’ effort, The Price of Tea in China, a collaborative project with The Alchemist.

“For the last album in my Craven N series, I wanted a lineup consisting of the hardest MCs that weren’t on any previous installments,” Craven told Complex. “Of all the names that ended up making the cut, Boldy was the first that came to mind. I’ve been a fan of his since My 1st Chemistry Set but after The Price of Tea in China dropped, he solidified himself as one of the most important figures in the game and I knew that I had to work with him.”

Nicholas Craven – Yzerman (ft. Boldy James) (prod. Nicholas Craven)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, where we at? (Detroit)
Bo Jackson (The one and only)
227 (King James) Mafia, what else? (Yeah)
Block works (You in trouble)
Bully boys, let’s get it (What’s the price of tea?)

[Chorus]
I’m with the apes and the wolves
Bangin’ purple in the red like the grapes and the fruits
Tricky dance moves, mini Drac’ in the coupe
Stick big as bamboo, quick to lace a nigga boots
Tied in, hunnid shots, I’m like a live band
Shoot a movie on you, turn your block into a drive-in
I’m tied in with the lifers in the lions’ den
Send my bro a kite and get you knifed up on the ride in

[Verse]
Hierarchy of the crime syndicate, pepper tag
Fine dealing, my trap be my custy, tryna catch a drag
I’m in the HOV, he barely in the second lane
Born in this black mafia shit, I feel like Devon [?]
Same ol’ Bo J, I never change
I’m the Meyer Lansky of this drug zone 227 thang
Big nuts on my strig, I had to let ’em hang
Spit a fifty out the hundro, I let ’em kept the change
Quick to bleed a nigga block, like, “Ayy, what set you claim?”
I’m already creased without a wrinkle, ain’t no pressin’ James
All of this pressure that I’m under, shit could wreck a train
I had a Presi’ on my wrist ‘fore the election came
Police call, niggas snitchin’ on the meatball
So how the fuck your hitters actin’ like they down to catch a frame?
I’m on the Eastside in the ‘jects like I’m Eddie Kane
Niggas need to step they game up, think they can step with gang
Blocks

[Chorus]
I’m with the apes and the wolves
Bangin’ purple in the red like the grapes and the fruits
Tricky dance moves, mini Drac’ in the coupe
Stick big as bamboo, quick to lace a nigga boots
Tied in, h