Walkin' - Ocean Wisdom

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

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

Watch me, clock me, knock me but don’t stop me

I got flocks that watched and got knocked knee properly

I got props from lots of chops it’s often got me

Gassed as a motherfucker lost and cocky, what G?

You can’t tell me that I don’t win

Ca on the beat I’m like a granddad I go in

Unique bredda yeah I got my own ting

You neek, you’re not unique with gold rings

I’m a young brother with a lot of heart

Been at it from the start, I can tell you’re gonna chart

But how you gonna hold a man when older man ain’t half as smart Trying to

control a man like Zola can in Upton Park

I’m holding more knowledge than a folder can

I’m focused and you know I love my art

Ain’t no more holding grams For Ocean man

Notice that I know my plan

Teedot told me Ropa Dope’s a joke you need to go for man

So Ocean goes for man, I owe you fam

Owe you dat, came in the game with a whole new act

Invading the brain with a whole new rap

Blatantly stating that your whole crew’s wack

I had to do that, had to man up

If you ain’t got the balls to copy then bad luck

You ain’t got the balls to copy you fat fuck

You ain’t got the balls to copy I’m that much, I got

Exquisite ability mimicking vividest imagery lyrically stinging a killer bee

Killing the similes willyly nillily, wanna be chillin with Fiddy and Diddy

And Cudi the Kidy listening to Biggie

Buming a ciggy with Dizzy and Weezy

Sucking a titty like giggiddy giggiddy, my ability can’t mimic me

Flow, buggsy, bigadibobadi

Gota be properly on it to stop a G

Copping the hottest of property, not a monopoly

Actual life, ain’t no toppin' me, stoppin' and floppin' is comedy

Honestly quality optical oddities, not in an odyssey

Tell a man straight you’ve been warned, no wallaby

Ain’t feelin' the court, don’t follow G

People we need to abort this policy horribly

Course discographies making me feel like I’m war-ing constantly

(Applaud and follow me)

(I said applaud and follow me)

(I said applaud and follow me)

But I ain’t even trying to be that type of guy

Ain’t trying to be that type of breh

Ain’t tryng to lead that type of life you know

Like I ain’t even trying to meet myself a wife

Ain’t trying to meet myself no dame

I’m trying to keep myself alright, you know

I feel the sudden rush of heat when I’m on stage

I don’t compete with none you pagans

Ca it’s peak to fuck with wastemen

My flow is sweet I know the streets they love to taste it

But I’m feelin undertakerish, putting niggas in graves and shit

So ask True Fizz, us man are runnin' shit

But the truth is, these other man are runnin' quick

But if the shoe fits, wear it, and it fits me

See I’m runnin' oh so quickly, so stick me

At the top of the roster where Big be

Big beats got me feeling like twigs in a sandwich I stick to the wrap

No giving it back

I’m flipping a packet of cigs, ripping the cig down the mids

Sprinkling cig on my riz, sprinkling piff on the cig on the riz

Sprinkling cig on the piff on the cig on the riz

Twist it an' get it lit, nigga what?