I Ain't Eaten - Ocean Wisdom

I ain’t eaten

I ain’t eaten in weeks

I ain’t eaten in months

I ain’t eating the beat, I ain’t eating the beat

Man creep from the scene

Like rah are you mean?

I’m a dog in the scene

Wagwan for my leash

Wagwan for them neeks

If I bark at a G

If I bark at a g, see em calm it and leave

Like Nah

Said Nah

You don’t talk when you speak

See the harder you are

And the larger you are

The harder you breath

Cuz you’re gassin' yourself

And you hyping yourself

Like a man couldn’t see

See the insight of inside

Trying to hide from the boss and the chief

TP for your bar

TP for your flow

TP for your track

This one extremely large

See I capture the coast and I capture the map

Bap bap boom and all that

But the way I switch genres got them all gassed

Matt black coupe I want that

And the way I see numbers, it could’ve been facts

That yat’s bloody is all that

And the way I see bumpers, I could’ve just crashed

At that (?) long raft

And the weight of that thunder clap got man apps

At that fruity long snap

Ca' you been a good chat have a pat on the back

Ca' I see you do your thing

See you on on time, that’s gas from the draft, that’s catching my flack

But if eediat mad

Ca' the man love gas, till I show him my stats

You don’t wanna see my stats

Lickle nigga come chat when you bar for a bag

But you only made one track

And the track just charted, the fan go mad

Ain’t nobody done it like that

Get 200k in day, I’m a don

Ain’t nobody done it like me

Next man can’t show like me

These man rubbing their nose like me

Ca' they can’t workout how to flow like me

These time I try explain myself

Next man wanna try take me for a chief

But not when I’m there, when I’m going, I’m gone

I swear man couldn’t see me on my face and speak like talk

But I’m still there though

If I’m still at gally’s, man are some scarecrows

Hang on, I dare man wear them outfit and then blame dead, now why then slay a

whole

Nah Nah forget the gun talk, you’re shit

I can’t run out of bars, or chips

I got chips to play and when I’m switching spraying

Quick ricochet will hit your bits

I ain’t eaten

I ain’t eaten enough

Take away arm ‘pon the veggies before they get chopped

Swear down full of greens of a cunt

Like abracadabra they gone, then they turn into dust

They run in a lot, run in a mouth

I switch to fucking them up, chucking them down

Stairs, when I buck up a din, buck it for now

Wow, Wizzy is not fucking around

Bound to live in an anomaly

Calligraphy with a pen

Formidable prophecy calculating all the lengths

That I’m dropping, it’s honestly it’s getting harder by the day

Cuz I’m topping and popping

What’s a rapper gonna say

Nah I’ve properly been bossing

Bare like nothing

Probably now big in the game

My fucking property got freezed or rinsed

Of the fucking lottery

If I didn’t lose

And I didn’t (?)

What am I doing when I touch booth

Man wanna chat about worry about U’s

And you feel I’m worried that I come for the news

Like ey, close the gate

I ain’t worried about you

I’m worried about neeks believing that truth

Stop lying to the fans you neeky man dude

Not have any right to speak a man tune

Then you wanna talk about best in the scene

You ain’t best in the scene, nor the best in the room

How you gonna talk about peace and love

You’re a snake in the grass tryna copy man’s moves

And spite these grown man

Now they wanna phone man

How you gonna ask a young man

How to get with the program

Ca' it’s not just (?) it’s book stress

You ain’t hot in your seat, that’s nonsense

When I drop a likkle something

The manna be fully loving it

See the man (?) to the content

They ain’t ready now, no way

I drop special bars, that’s José

When I drop a likkle something

The manna be fully loving it

See the man tryna play it for the old day

I ain’t eaten

I ain’t eaten

I ain’t eaten enough, I ain’t eaten

I ain’t eaten enough, I ain’t eaten

That’s dinner don