[Ocean Wisdom:] Incidents for instance When I roll with my bros It’s so instant Victims fall victim When they roll on they own It’s so instant Incidents for instance
When I roll with my bros It’s so instant Victims fall victim When they roll on they own It’s so instant
Option A mans rolling Option B I couldn’t be a next sideman strolling Along with a crew Whose goals all revolving Around not saving or folding Plus all in good time Them bad actions was creep round engulf him And steal him for two weeks to beef that’s not Ocean I cut ties like joking Build bridges then approach them If they give way I vault them And when I’m strolling too close to them They give way and ask why it’s so easy to get over them I ride too close to the wind Got a bit close to them And dangled too close to precipices to be loafering I’m hiking through the scene up on the edge In boots so suited to the ground beneath I could never be moved I’m coaching them And now they standing firmer Now they know their worth their mind is opening That’s just my influence over them See the way I lost the flow but holded it See the way I took your tongue and scolded it From the way you try to spit my flow But it’s way too fire for your throat You see the heat in every flows too hot to go mimic See the way I took the word and moulded it They see the way I do it and they loathing it Instantly I feel it in my bones I don’t want toast with ’em Instantly reminded why I’m ghosting ’em When I see the state of most of them it keeps me focussing cause…
Incidents for instance When I roll with my bros It’s so instant Victims fall victim When they roll on they own It’s so instant Incidents for instance
When I roll with my bros It’s so instant Victims fall victim When they roll on they own It’s so instant
[Chester P:] I gate crash Earth matter worship Lunar-verse, solar-man seven times he rides, transformin’ Hands down, catch you at the crossroads Blinking into sunsets, lonely Thinking ’til the morning How nothing in this world is complete without snakes in the high grass Sniffing all they can until they wipe out I stay balanced like a tightrope walker The white line stalker Pipeline clogged like my arteries tryna lose the hell hounds after me Thought police swamping my ground trying to marshal me Laughing at Beelzebub waiting for my soul while I’m sitting at the bar drinking everything I’m owed singing drugs, money, life, death Drown me in the night Steps fighting in this tight net of context Keep it moving like a bum threat Tick this off the bucket list It’s no future when I walk through Me and Wizzy on the deck, are they dizzy? What, they really wanna bother, trying to step, trying to tango? Behold, the rap Scaramanga I’ll still buy my chips where I clocked Salamander This is dark days, I was teething on the notion back in arcades Down on green lane staying blasé Half alive, never dead, but I’m half baked I’m sitting at bar face, Stromboli man Pete Jennings Get slapped by the goalie hands Man I’ve walked blaspheming through the holy lands Just to start a couple momentary incidents I’m like Mervyn Peake mixed up with Ian Fleming There’s nothing long, me and Wizzy on the deck, are they dizzy? Do they really wanna step? There’s nothing long, me and Wizzy on the deck, are they dizzy? Do they really wanna step?
[Ocean Wisdom:] Incidents for instance When I roll with my bros It’s so instant Victims fall victim When they roll on they own It’s so instant Incidents for instance
When I roll with my bros It’s so instant Victims fall victim When they roll on they own It’s so instant