[Intro]
Ocean Wisdom
Big up Dirty Dike on the beat
Shoutouts to RF, Black Ink
Shoutout to Macdot, Brighton Town
This is how we do this
Yeah, let's go in
Yo, yo
[Verse 1]
See me I'm walking, why cause I don't run fam
Make a film about me find a proper fucking stuntman
I'm Captain Wiz and I'm actually shoving dirt in a dustpan
And blowin' it back in faces of wastemen who try and brush man
I get a wheel in the club on the microphone
They didn't know I handle bars, it's a minor though
They offered me some gear but I'm over tired
All this talkin' make a bredda wanna cycle home, yo
I flabbergast that bredda my stamina can be coming in handy
Flippin' the script, I'm doing a what?
I'm telling a story, doing a Plan B
How the fuck on earth did we become so angry?
Couple years ago, man was just reading the dandy
So how'd I go from reading the beano to beatin' up emos
Swimmin' in speedos to swingin' in chinos
Mimicking heroes to zeros
From Zoro to Tarantinos, we're living like weirdos
I guess the level of violence increases as the fear grows, but
Just 'ca I spit on beats, I'ma spit acapella
Don't think I won't rap a fella
Smack that nigga make an aki swell up, leave him black and yellow
I ain't talking Wiz Khalifa, this wiz kidda the beater, you a rancid dweller
Got the dank piff in my cellar, I'm the dank piff seller
Ting is smelling way too much so wrap that in some cella
Celebrate ca' man wan' tell a mate about this massive fella
On the beat, and on the tune there ain't no aki better fassies fed up
Yo, in my raps, there's unlimited lyrics and syllables
Hittin' my pinnacle isn't a miracle it's kinda literal
Feeling a feeling that's minimal
Physical feeling it's more of a spiritual
Hearing a visual audible justification of lyrically winning
That's why I be spittin' again, and again and again
Grippin' the tip of the pen, hitting a spliff of the lem
They lyrically stepping to me?
Nah, I be lyrically stepping to them
Yeah they levelling up but I'm levelling better than them
Tell it to lesser men wizzy be stressing 'em
Never addressing 'em, never ever again, never ever again
Ocean Wisdom
Big up Dirty Dike on the beat
Shoutouts to RF, Black Ink
Shoutout to Macdot, Brighton Town
This is how we do this
Yeah, let's go in
Yo, yo
[Verse 1]
See me I'm walking, why cause I don't run fam
Make a film about me find a proper fucking stuntman
I'm Captain Wiz and I'm actually shoving dirt in a dustpan
And blowin' it back in faces of wastemen who try and brush man
I get a wheel in the club on the microphone
They didn't know I handle bars, it's a minor though
They offered me some gear but I'm over tired
All this talkin' make a bredda wanna cycle home, yo
I flabbergast that bredda my stamina can be coming in handy
Flippin' the script, I'm doing a what?
I'm telling a story, doing a Plan B
How the fuck on earth did we become so angry?
Couple years ago, man was just reading the dandy
So how'd I go from reading the beano to beatin' up emos
Swimmin' in speedos to swingin' in chinos
Mimicking heroes to zeros
From Zoro to Tarantinos, we're living like weirdos
I guess the level of violence increases as the fear grows, but
Just 'ca I spit on beats, I'ma spit acapella
Don't think I won't rap a fella
Smack that nigga make an aki swell up, leave him black and yellow
I ain't talking Wiz Khalifa, this wiz kidda the beater, you a rancid dweller
Got the dank piff in my cellar, I'm the dank piff seller
Ting is smelling way too much so wrap that in some cella
Celebrate ca' man wan' tell a mate about this massive fella
On the beat, and on the tune there ain't no aki better fassies fed up
Yo, in my raps, there's unlimited lyrics and syllables
Hittin' my pinnacle isn't a miracle it's kinda literal
Feeling a feeling that's minimal
Physical feeling it's more of a spiritual
Hearing a visual audible justification of lyrically winning
That's why I be spittin' again, and again and again
Grippin' the tip of the pen, hitting a spliff of the lem
They lyrically stepping to me?
Nah, I be lyrically stepping to them
Yeah they levelling up but I'm levelling better than them
Tell it to lesser men wizzy be stressing 'em
Never addressing 'em, never ever again, never ever again
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