High Street - Ocean Wisdom

Brighton town where you find me, I’m on the high street

I got the best flow, coming all rhymey, I got the high grade

And I spit grimey, see me on iTunes, and they just buy me

So I move right here, Can’t get by me

I got a whole album and it’s all by me

I roll with the biro, Ryan had a baby

Now it’s all hard work, now it’s all lively

Back in the day when I gave mum backchat

She would try tell a man 'AH AH'

Now I do that if a mana try act bad

Gus got done but, Now he’s a bad man

Din’t go vegas, or play blackjack

Beat up dealers, robbed man’s afghan

Now mans got blue cheese and dank fam

Write bars like Anne Frank

I get live on a hype occasion

One fan from show tried a snidey statement

Tried to put Wiz down, tryna diss Jamaican

So I shagged mans mum for the violation

Like oh

Why you tryna fight with Statham

Tryna war with four of ya

Getting drawn in payments

Tell a man I wanna chat let their thought amaze em

When they can’t pool thoughts when they draw a statement

On tracks, me I don’t rhyme when I rap

Me I just grime when I rhyme puff dank in a flat

Toast, anchor on that, if i got a hankerin, jammin on that

Mans overly on it, I got the dough in my wallet

And when I pull on my pocket I’m seeing permanent profit

It’s like the man they wanna chat like they Capone or Gotti

And they be running with the shotty for a kick or a hobby

I know a couple man they riding really didn’t seem properly

Better if everybody do it tell me where did the body be

Tryna get some money tryna get into property

Everybody wanna stomach coz I’m doing it cockily

I mother fucking hate slacker

I don’t role with no out the backers, no I don’t role with no lazy man 'cause

That makes man flip like acrobatics

Like oh my, golly these guys want test like i won’t try act dramatic

I’ll Learn the role then I’ll smash the practise, then turn up late

Shag the actress, see verb with the limp bars die for acting

And a also look like a bag has packed him, and the also rare, fans are clapping

But the girls embarrased to try an' clap the act

I’m like, nowadays every body wanna talk like they got something to spray

But nothing comes out when they loading clips, they just talking shit

But still man wanna chat like they guns are blazing, got great form

I’m in great form, and I’m gratetful for that withdraw, I’ve been on tour

I ain’t been on telly, then i fuck off home like I piss off kelly

But man went from cotching to pingu, to blotting, to hindus

Then back to the igloos, I’m cold

Our tier man are just big news

That’s when the gali wan' llick on semis

I come back to the flow like a pistol, ready

I’m getting back from the show, pissed already

And I’m bad with the bone in my bitches belly

I got a bag from Michone from the ghetto lady you know

You one of them wouldn’t and couldn’t man

That couldn’t afford a bag of the Buddha man, me?

I’ma jetlag and then travel and then go into camp for a can on a boulevard, you?

You went clown now you’re talking all loud and you tell a man lowe of the

western wild out

Even though higher man think that’s a lie that gotta you man what that’s about

Coming back from Thailand, with dreadlocks, a skin condition

A vague notion of how to throw some sort of kick

Does not qualify you as a fucking therapist

You eggy eggy breds, yeah?

On the real though

I dont know nothing bout whats-his-face, but whats-his-face know something bout

Wizzy

I grew up on Marley and Macy and Lizzy and Wu Tang, Rumcon, Fiddy and Dizzee

Chilling with fizzy and bizzy and gizzy, growed with streez and meags and billy

Shot food with seller man halves now kilian, catches man on the can that’s

brilliant

Progress, got my own test, I don’t need your one, two’s get drawn on

You man are falling asleep with the porn on

Me I’m on stage tryna keep my own drawers on, simple as that

I give em a sprinkle of swag, now they wanna sink in a lap, I ain’t simple as

that

And I ain’t got a tip for a slag, I ain’t tryna dip in a hag, lets go now

Brighton town where you find me, I’m on the high street

I got the best flow, coming all rhymey, I got the high grade

And I spit grimey, see me on iTunes, and they just buy me

So I move right here, Can’t get by me

I got a whole album and it’s all by me

I roll with the biro, Ryan had a baby

Now it’s all hard work, now it’s all lively

Brighton town where you find me, I’m on the high street

I got the best flow, Coming all rhymey, I got the high grade

And i spit grimey, see me on itunes, and they just buy me

I move wisely, Can’t get by me, I got whole album

And it’s all by me, I roll with the biro, ryan had a baby

Now it’s all hard work, now it’s all lively