One Take - Ocean Wisdom

You’re either, rollin' with Gs or you’re rollin' with kittens

That’s just the, way that it goes

I’m known as a spitter

I got the, gravy-est flow

My motion is sicker

I’m sick of the, game I told you I’m known as a winner

I beat the, tune

I told you I show a beginner

I’m rappin' a fat stack of cash

I’m naturally bigger

I’m grabbin' a pad and

I’m lyrically stabbin' the pad with immaculate writtens

I tell 'em, leave it alone

Like a dog with a bone

Give me a reason to show you and open you raw

I mean, half the mandem on the road, they chat shit

And half the other man dem wanna stroll and moan

I’m like, mhm none of that

Now give me the space and give me the room

In fact, now give me the bass and give me the tune

Whether you’re plucking or you’re strumming

Try your luck and have a couple 'til you’re chucking up

I love it when the love is up

I’m buzzing when the party bangin'

Bangin' off the ceiling

Bangin' bangers, even in the basement

Jamming with a spliff

And yammin' Maccy D’s in dungarees

I run the beat so wonderfully

So I could give a fuck whether you’re chuckin' me or duckin' me

But, on the beat

I give it some, I rip it quickly

When I hit the town I’m big up in the inner city

Pissed 'cause I was acting civil when that killer hit me

Still I kept it flowing like that river up in Mississippi

Diss me, that’s the actions of a silly billy

I be chillin' while I’m kickin' writtens with my missus, silly

Diss me, that’s the actions of a silly billy

I be killing lyrics 'til I finish spitting, evidently

You think you’re all that, in fact you’re an arrogant chatter

I got a wolfpack, it’s fat like Zach Galifianakis

I tell man fall back with wack raps and hazardous grammar

Don’t record that, fuck that

You’re wacker than hammer

You hear the bells bump

I bump a shot of bells

I’m buzzin'

I see the world as mine, I’m Montana

I feed my cousins

I’m in the middle like Malcolm

I got my city clubbin'

Shitty clubbin' scene

It’s a pity there ain’t no different suttin'

There ain’t no different suttin', ain’t no different nuttin'

We don’t care about repercussions

Fuck it we’re the younguns

Greasy teens, merking mums and husbands

You’re beneath this rapper like you’re lurking under dustbins

But, man are acting barmy

Getting on greedy

Filling up their tummy

Me I make CDs

Gonna make the moneys

I don’t do wars like

Muhammed Ali

I’d rather hold a Benz like a Nazi’s car key

Home cooked chicken dinner, mummy never charged me

Back then I partied

Sippin' on Bacardi

Ragamuffin chattin' something, couldn’t try and par me

So what?

Haha, you’re big in the game?

I know a hundred rappers feeling the same

I know a thousand rappers looking for fame

We should all collab, that’d be lyrics for days (it would be)

But some of these mandem are obviously living that lyrical lie

Cause if they properly listened to my

Hottest syllables fly

They’d clock the visual audible justification

They’re lyrically winning

Again and again and again and again

Then ring the kid and tell him I get it in

Ca' the weirdest things they happen

The audience booed man off stage whilst cheering and clapping

All the coolest brethrens wear the geekiest of fashions

And a Chinaman got vexed because a duck was Peking at him

I don’t even try and make sense of my thoughts

I just vent 'em in course

Aggy ways, I got the temperament of a horse

But just 'cause I abide the law

No longer provide the draw

I’m still as raw to spawn a thorn fuckin' a dinosaur

Fuckin' a dinosaur

Fuckin' a dinosaur

But I’m inclined to set aside my sword

Box you in the lips

You got a lisp

Talkin' like Kanye in 2004

I’m getting lean, I got a pound of draw

So, my straw

I worked out

I’m paying like, a pound a draw