Real Smooth (feat. The Four Owls)

Real smooth, real icy

I was in the booth with Dike, he was in a nightie

I was selling out a show, you was in a onesie

Ketamine you sniffing got you clumsy

Swear that Breda hate the way I move real smooth, real icy

You was watching Hollyoaks and I was in the library

Now I'm getting gwola loads, them man wanna despise me

Swear down, booking Wiz is getting pricey

Yeah, I hear 'em taking, hear 'em talking

Love the way they want to wheel up walking

Love the way they see the way I kill it, see the way I bring the chalk in

See the outline of the body when I draw it

Everyone adore it, awe it, fuck off with your one-liners

Everybody co-sign us, I don't do no consigning

I got all these men to pay, so I don't need no odd fivers

I'm the boss brother, you are not Simon

You're not vibrant, you're not funny

Got no money, ripped trackies

You're so bummy, I'm so aggy

She's so touchy, she's so grabby

I'm so lucky, she's so sucky

That yatty, she's so ucky

With no manners, she's so raggers

I got bills like Bo Baggins, she's just cattin'

Like, fuck, where's the old fashion?

Tight madams, they ain't shaggin'

First date 'cause they like rappin'

Ooh, still I'm real smooth, real icy

Feeling like I'm Cali on the hyphy

Never been the type to say I wouldn't if I might be

'Cause you know it's Wizzy, that's the Chaos and the nine three

Real smooth, real icy

I was in the booth with Dike, he was in a nightie

I was selling out a show, you was in a onesie

The Ketamine you sniffing got you clumsy

Swear that bredda hate the way I move real smooth, real icy

You was watching Hollyoaks and I was in the library

Now I'm getting gwola loads, them man wanna despise me

Swear down, booking Wiz is getting pricey

Burning California wax, still ignore him when he raps

My lyrics like the echoes through time, forever calling back

Fed up with the crap, we can do this in time's circle

Suckers saying I'm dumb, must be them chalking my outline

Stroke my only oyster, you're still trying to find the moisture

My last album sounds like your whole career spoiler

Mad pointers like a piston caught with no lawyers

In the stitch up, the details in the line like embroiders

It's diabolic, trying to be higher like hydraulics

Even with a ghost writing team, you ain't where I am on it

Sign off it, ignite topics to fire logic

Drop a needle from so high you would think a giant's got it

Performing for your line with piff from a caravan

Every word I say spells, fuck you as an anagram

Never planned, too stoned to speak or shake hands

In 2020 the new president of Amsterdam

I swoop in and high five you for the ice breaker

It's Big Owl, mad high like a skyscraper

My morals live now and die later

Grinding nine to nine, son, fuck a hiatus

But I hit the bong today, never on a long delay

Shouting at these motherfuckers, ándale, ándale

Why you gotta make away still with the hand of Satan?

He try to shake mine, son, I'm going to amputate his

Dropping bangers that are amping up the fanbases

Have a ganders 'cause they're scandalously outrageous

Paparazzi got us snappers and we smash stages

Do this for the love and always get cash payments

You're set stagnating, no balls, castrating

Pre-meditated greatness, no rash statements

Phone getting tapped daily like ash when blazing

So high right now, it's like I'm astral plaining

It's Verb T, I'm in the club, I don't like it much

But I tear the crowd down once you line 'em up

Winding up your mind like a toy soldier

Pouncing on the beat like a poised cobra

Uh, we get to grips like it's judo

But show respect where it's due though

Since I was a kid trying to build without the Duplos

Still I carve jewels though, drop 'em on the head like a tombstone

Two Os, one for Owls, one for Ocean

New flows, some profound, some ferocious

Overdid it with the lotion, I'm too smooth

New trends, probably got them fools wearing tutus

You should do you and not what they say

I laugh while you try and talk shit with a straight face

Mug, maintain, fucking with a gateway drug

In another world feeling that space-age buzz

Mad laid back, style's play that

The great sack reactor with the goo, now I spray raps

Hungry dog or a stray cat, strange chat

See me doing art on the side, just like a train track

So shouts to Wizzy, the beaver, getting diggy on the reggy

Smoking lettuce with Luigi from the city

Puff puff, but never Diddy

I might pass out but never passed it like silly

Yo, no doping scandal, what drugs with dope enough to handle

So much moisture, spit flames where the river ran through

Four Owls and the Wisdom, you know it ran through

Take control of your life, don't need no beads and bangles

That's why we're strictly rhyming on this shit

Fuck statistics, can't follow with no witch shit

No bitches, what is this?

Course evidence existed but never do you wrong so no snitches

Still I'm real smooth, real icy

Feeling like I'm like Cali on the hyphy

Never been the type to say I wouldn't if I might be

'Cause you know it's Wizzy, that's the Chaos and the nine three

Real smooth, real icy

I was in the booth with Dike, he was in a nightie

I was selling out a show, you was in a onesie

The Ketamine you sniffing got you clumsy

Swear that Breda hate the way I move real smooth, real icy

You was watching Hollyoaks and I was in the library

Now I'm getting gwola loads, them man wanna despise me

Swear down, booking Wiz is getting pricey (So pricey)