LYRICS
作词 : Ocean Wisdom
作曲 : Ocean Wisdom
i bet my rep
my certi rep
theyre no concern they aint a threat
absurdly wet
il slap him and il slap his set
wid no regrets
they tweet me see me an jet
they jet set
they fly away they run away
they leg it
they write away they type away
on the internet
but im into breaking a bitch boy face for the simplest disrespect
if i slap ur cheek it will twist ur kneck start giving out wisdom checks
i just got a different text from a one yard mans he got different techs
i said i pull 3 grand on a bad day take me of a da flipping list
he said he just wanna show me its there i said okay if u insist
i lose my head turn back to the old days back to the lunatic
go back to ****ing up faces all cos of bludclart stupidness
an lose my wip
my mansion house
my boujie bitch
im to legit
to quit but i could get him quick
the trouble is the troubled wiz
on goat shit
so il let him live
my troubled mind
my stubborn mind
my evil mind my feeble mind
illegal mind
adrenal gland excreting time
whole lotta times
how u think i got a lotta songs
whole lot of rhymes
gwan ask me what the ****s my problem
my ****ing problem’s
these ****ing tribes these ****ing squadrons
there all on nonsense
i live my life more charles bronson
dress like idris, brosnan
new beemer im feeling like alan johnson
big suu im jumping
back of the net its tumped in
cristin ronaldo on his jawbone wid a shelltoe
cant afford shell i can help bro
put u to sleep wid a elbow
said u grew up in a hell hole now u asleep on ur tailbone
flow not regular never an error bugatti or porsche carrera ducattis an all of that never gone catch up me ever
u man could be asafa light as a feather an still never catch me up
not on a track beca i got the flow of the year of the era the decade the
the pepper i spray never let up
im bending the sentance u bell ends are wetter
u try be the guy like its v for vendetta
aint clutching berrettas or hammers or wetters or shwammies
or lettuce or gally or teckers
so respect the way i rearange these lettes
the best u could be is a bez wid mirracas
im rapping wid certified clappers and drillers an militant niggas that bang for a living we fighting a battle within is us
no cappin its evil and genuine nuttin to smile about its a whole lot if im whiling out
he getting flattened an he getting ironed out
whack him right now im just rapping on two different pattterns
u cant do this rhyme scheme
u dig it like time team
know whats abhorant because i look foreign an i look important they look at my foreign an flash do the woo woo an pullup behind me
cor blimey they trying me
i catch a body no siamese
bury his body at back of the garden behind all the giant trees
cant see a flicker of kind me
but see a flicker of evil medeivil me when i behead an mc on a regal beat
these niggas dumber than tweedle dee tweedle dumb
turn internal organs higaldypiggaldy
rob a man of any flicker of vigour the pick of the litter
a militant nigga
da quicker one sicker one turn a man bricker he shittin a brick
when he hear i deliver a liver shot quicker than niggas deliver some amazon to a city slicker clicker cunt
i got the talent wizzy can u give us some
no
u shit
i aint wasting a drip of nutin
on track an im cackling
u the back pack again
im attackin a rapper then
reminising on slapping em
celbrating im clapping em
circulating im travelling
circle back an im back again
im embracing the rap again
i could never be an iddy biddy nigga in the picture
im a killa gorilla step on a nigga an i flatten em
me na bother worry wether we platinum my brudda mudda everyone
blatetly know whats happening an every other nigga wid a brain aints tryna battle him
im evilier than annakin
drippier than a mannakin
wizzy got niggas panicking
an he got niggas vanishing
everybody embarrassing
aint nobody can rap wid him
aint nobody can scrap wid him
aint no body can chat wid him
so double up the feee on the flight ann im coming back again
im not a lil younger i dont listen to the nattering
i really dont even find a compliment to be flatttering
like what the **** do them mander know to be acting adament
the shorty wanna jeeet have a seat an lets get it crackalin
she wanna give me number for tapping tell her to tap it in
ur talkin bout rapping my nigga u better pack it in
coldest
uno this
i got the game on my shoulders
mpmd i got boulders
big buds
smokers
riders
rollers
gliders
strollers
progress
forward
im the nigga u cant war wid
reset
push the button
no stealin nuttin no shooting nuttin
no egotistical stupid ****in outdated system for human function
its big dub heavy light dub
we dont like police or like gov
we gotta hella soap we dont like suds
its for suttin else this is fight club