Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brick or Bat, artist - Ocean Wisdom. Album song Wizville, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Brick or Bat |
Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat |
Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat |
Smash a little prick, hurt a little prat, when I |
Hit em' with a brick or hit em' with a bat |
Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat |
Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat |
Smash a little prick, hurt a little prat, when I |
Hit em' with a brick or hit em' with a bat |
From da off from the get go |
Yo, could take their best shot, cos their best flow |
Slow, them niggas, they want chat like they kept up |
No, there’s only one boss to a next up pro |
O Kiddi K, yo, did he say, that |
Did he make, dough, from a sprayed, rap |
Oh yeah, giggidy, and your bae got spanked |
Said she went home, but she came to the flat |
She got her own mind, it’s as snakey as that |
But don’t mind, she’ll catch an 8 to the back |
It’s all a matter of time, before I conquer the map |
They playing conkers wid me, I cause the conker to crack |
You see, I’m nice wid my C’s, so I can afford a masseuse |
She says she senses my chi and suggested subtle cahoots |
Criminal, considering she wouldn’t fuck if she knew |
I’m planning world domination while she ucking the oo |
Truss its the truth, fuck, what’s a brother to do? |
Them man are plugging, unplugging, then plugging the food |
It’s like they like it, trus so when they run to the loo |
It’s got me thinking they’re enjoying trying to hide what they do |
It’s kinda worrying them man are out there lying to youts |
So I’m tying my shoes, and kicking them for trying to tune |
Bruh, if you was that good you’d have a Fire in the Booth |
You better settle down boy, you got some climbing to do |
You lickle pussy, you man do what Simon would do |
You wait for commands, never try inspiring youths |
Whereas G’s affect the culture when they rhyme in the booth |
We vibrant and rude, that’s why the fandom like what we do |
Right on the route, then man have got some driving to do |
Them man are plugging, unplugging, then plugging the food |
Yeah they repeat it, hope you know it’s something that’s true |
So far in this tune I’ve just been rhyming like you |
But wait |
Look at the way that I fuck up the game, I’m |
The pick of the pack in the place, you’re in a predicament |
Talking and ticking, the ting thats about to go off in your face |
No ticka or tacka is hitting the back of the net |
I’m a Balotelli you’re a bum |
The Diaz Brothers are bums |
I’m Connor conjuring sums |
The sicker the rapper, intricar the pattern, the bigger the badder the bar |
The bigger the badder the cheque |
The bigger the badder the yard |
The quicker the radder the car the thicker the back on the brass |
The pickier mandem become |
The bigger, the badder the beast |
The bigger the brighter the star |
My brudda I’m ready for war, you know but wait |
Man ain’t fucking about with no alternate occupation |
Figure the way I came and fucked the game with no procrastination |
Did it and ducked wid minimal fuss |
It’s evident that we’re not on the same shit |
Mana be talking a bag of the bull |
And a bag of the bull never something I’m taking |
Anaphylactic shock, for gal-dem |
Gal-dem suck deez nuts |
But mandem are telling me G keep up with mandem like |
Eminem. |
MF and Buss |
In fact I’m a problem for all of them man, ya know |
I’m a problem for all of the dons, run em along |
Ca Wizzy be here |
And Wizzy be strong |
So what is it tsst |
Oi what is it ON |
Ca man got bars for them |
To cart a Cartier ain’t hard for them, so I can’t laugh until I’m ballin' harder |
Than, regatta men, they laughing now I’m catching up wid all a dem |
They’re all offended, all astounded how the kid surpassing em |
But wait |
Man ain’t fucking about with no alternate dumb suggestion |
Figure the way I showed that pussyho' my crazy punch selection |
Dipping and ducking, minimal fuss |
A swift uppercut, it’s something you’re getting |
Mandem be talking a bag of the bull, and the mandem that chat it can’t sit in |
our setting |
Wait, you ain’t moving weight, and you ain’t pushing weight |
So why you in my face? |
Getting all up in my space? |
Know some young niggas, and they like to swang |
So I hit them wid the swing, like |
Sway, look him in the face, who’s he trying to be? |
Who’s he trying to copy? |
Better not be me |
Slap him in the cheek, take a couple tooth |
The little neek will get a little bit of |
This, a little bit of that |
So when I hear the shit, the smelly kind of chat |
I tell him how it is, and yeah they might react |
So I hit em' with a brick, or hit em' with a bat |
A little bit of this, a little bit of that |
So when I hear the shit, the smelly kind of chat |
I tell him how it is, and yeah they might react |
So I hit em' with a brick, or hit em' with a bat |
Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat |
Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat |
Smash a little prick, hurt a little prat, when I |
Hit em' with a brick or hit em' with a bat |
Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat |
Hit em' with a brick, hit em' with a bat |
Smash a little prick, hurt a little prat, when I |
Hit em' with a brick or hit em' with a bat |