Album Cover Walkin'

Walkin'

Ocean Wisdom

4

See me I′m walkin, why cos I don't run fam

Make a film about me find a proper fuckin stuntman

I′m captain wiz an I'm actually shoving dirt in a dustpanAn blowing it back in faces of wastemen who try an brush man

I get a wheel in the club on the microphone

They didn't know I handle bars its a minor tho

They offer me some gear but im over tired

All this talkin make a bredda wanna cycle home

Yo

I flabbergast that bredda my stamina can be coming in handy flipping the script

I′m doin 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 jus reading the dandy, so

How'd I go from reading the beano to beating up emos swimming in speedos to swinging in chinos

Mimicking heros to zeros, from zoro to tarantinos were livin like wierdos

I guess the level of violence increases as the fear grows but

Just can′t spit on beats, im spit acapella don't think I won′t rap a fella

Smack dat nigga make an aki swell up leave him black an yella,

I ain't talkin wiz khalifa dis wiz kidda da beater, you a rancid dweller

Got the dank piff in my cellar i′m the dank piff seller

Ting is smelling way to much so wrap that in some cella

Celebrate ca man wan tell a mate about this massive fella

On the beat, an on the tune there ain't no aki better fassies fed up yo

In my raps, theres unlimited lyrics an syllables hittin my pinnacle

Isn't a miracle its kinda literal, feeling a feeling thats minimal physical feeling

Its more of a spiritual healing a visual audible justification of lyriclly winning

Thats why I be spitting again and again and again, grippin the tip of the pen

Hitting a spliff of the lem they lyrically steppin to me na I be lyrically stepin to them

Yeah they levelling up but im 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 an got knock knee properly

I got props from lotsa chops its often got me, gassed as a mother fucker lost and cocky what g?

You can′t tell me that i dont win, caus on the beat im like a granddad I go in

Unique bredda yeah I got my own ting, you neek, your not unique with gold rings

Ima young bruda wida lota heart, been at it from the start I can tell your gonna chart

But how you gonna holda man when older man

Ain't half as smart trynin to controlla man like zola can in upton park

Im holdin more knowledge than a folder can I′m focus an 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 u need to go for man so ocean goes for man

I owe u fam, owe u dat

Came in the game wida whole new act invading the brain wida whole new rap

Blatantly stating that your whole crew whack 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 im that much, i got

Exquisite ability mimicking vividest imagery lyrically stinging a killer

Bee killin the similes willyly nillily wanna be chillin wid fiddy an diddy an cudi the kidy listening to biggy

Bumin a ciggy wid dizzy an wizy, sucking a titty like giggiddy giggiddy, my ability can't mimic me

Flow

Buggsy

Bigadibobadi

Gota be properly on it to stop a g, coppin the hottest of property, not a monopoly, actual life

Ain′t no toppin me, stopping an floppin is comedy, honestly quality optical oddities!

Not in an oddessy tell a man straight you′ve been warned (no wallaby)

Ca man ain't feelin the court, don′t follow gs

People we need to abort this policy horriblly course

Discographys makin me feel like im waring constantly applaud and follow me

But I ain't even tryna be that typa guy

Ain′t tryna be that typa breh

Ain't tryna lead that typa life you know

I ain′t even tryna meet myself a wife

Ain't tryna meet myself a dame

Im tryna keep myself alright you know

I feel the sudden rush of heat when im on stage

I don't compete with nun u pagans cause its peak to fuck with wastemen

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

But im feelin undertakerish putting niggas in graves an shit

Ask ′true fizz′ us man are runnin shit

But the truth is these man are runnin quick

If the shoe fits where it, an it fits me

Im runnin oh so quickly so stick me on the top of the roster where big be

Big beats got me feelin like twigs in a sandwich

I stick to the wrap no given it back I'm flipping a packet of cigs ripin the cig down the mids,

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

Sprinkling cig on the piff on the cig on the riz twist it an get it lit, niggas wat