Lyrics Incidents - Ocean Wisdom, Chester P

Incidents

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 cuz…
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
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?
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