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Ocean Wisdom - Walkin' [Official Video]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ocean Wisdom
Ocean Wisdom
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ocean Wisdom
Ocean Wisdom
Songwriter
Dirty Dike
Dirty Dike
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Ocean Wisdom
Big up, Dirty Dike on the beat
Shout outs to RF, Black Ink
All my guys doin' this thing
Shout out to Macdot, Brighton Town
This is how we do this, yeah
[Verse 2]
See me, I', walkin', why? 'Cause I don't run, fam
Make a film about me, find a proper fuckin' stuntman
I'm captain Wiz and I'm actually shovin' dirt in a dustpan
And blowin' it back in faces of waste men sho try and brush, man
I get 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 comin' in handy
Flippin' the script, I'm doin' a what?
I'm tellin' a story, doin' a Plan B
How the fuck on Earth did we become so angry?
Couple years ago, man was just readin' the dandy
So how'd I go from readin' the Beano to beatin' up emos
Swimmin' in Speedos, to swingin' in Chinos
Mimickin' heroes to zeros?
[Verse 3]
From Zorro to Tarantinos, we're livin' like weirdos
I guess the level of violence increases as the fear grows, but
Just can't spit on beats, I'ma spit acapella
Don't think I won't rap a fella
Smack that ****, make him aki swell up, leave him black and yellow
I ain't talkin' Wiz Khalifa, this wis kidda the beater, you a rancid dweller
Got the dank piff in my cellar, I'm the dank piff seller
Ting is smellin' 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
[Verse 4]
Yo, in my raps, there's unlimited lyrics and syllables
Hittin' my pinnacle isn't a miracle, it's kinda literal
Feelin' a feelin' that's minimal
Physical feelin', it's more of a spiritual
Hittin' a visual audile justification of lyrically winnin'
That's why i be spittin' again, and again and again
Grippin' the tip of the pen, hittin' a spliff of the lem
They lyrically steppin' to me?
Nah, I be lyrically steppin' on them
Yeah, they levelin' up, but I'm levelin' better than them
Tell it to lesser men, whizzy be stressin' on them
Never addressin' 'em, never ever again, never ever again
[Verse 5]
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 grandad, I go in
Unique bredda, yeah, I got my own ting
You neek, you're not unique with gold rings
I'ma young brudda with a lot of heart
Been at it from the start, I can tell you're gonna chart
But how you gonna hold the man when older men ain't half as smart?
Tryin' to control a man like Zola can in Upton Park
I'm holdin' more knowledge than a folder can
I'm focused, and you know I love my art
Ain't no more holdin' 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
[Verse 6]
Owe you dat, came in the game with a whole new act
Invadin' the brain with a whole new rap
Blatantly statin' that your whole crews wack
I had to do that, I had to man up
If you ain't got the balls to copy, then bad luck
You ain't got the balls to copy me, you fat fuck
You ain't got the balls to copy, I'm that much
I got exquisite ability, mimickin' vividest imagery lyrically stingin' a killer bee
Killin' the similes willyly nilily, wanna be chillin' with Fiddy and Diddy
And Cudi and the Kidy, listenin' to Biggie
Burnin' a ciggy with Dizzy and Weezy
Suckin' a titty like, giggiddy, gigiddy, my ability can't mimic me
[Verse 7]
Flow, , Buggsy, bigadibobadi
L'll be properly on it to stop a G
Coppin' the hottest property, not a monopoly
Actual life, ain't no toppin' me, steppin' 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 makin' me feel like I'm warin' constantly
(Applaud and follow me)
(I said, applaud and follow me)
(I said applaud and follow me)
[Verse 8]
But I even tryna be that type of guy
Ain't tryna be that type of breh
Tryna lead that type of life, you know
Like, I ain't even tryna meet myself a wife
Ain't tryna meet myself no dame
I'm tryna keep myself alright, you know
I feel the sudden rush of heat when I'm on stage
I don't compete with non' 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, puttin' **** 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 feelin' like twigs on a sandwich, I stick to the rap
No givin' it back
Flippin' a packet of cigs, rippin' the cig down the mid
Sprinkle the cig on my Riz, sprinklin' piff on the cig on the Riz
Sprinklin' cig on the piff on the cig on the Riz
Twist it and get it lit, ****, what?
Written by: Dirty Dike, Ocean Wisdom
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