| These man want test my gang
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| Want test my creeeeeeeeeew
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| Freeeeeeeeeeze
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| These man can’t stop my gang
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| Can’t stop my moves, my crew collect them
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| Feeeeeees
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| Look, I don’t pick coins off the roadside
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| I’m worldwide
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| I don’t know nothing about no likes
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| In fact I don’t know nothing about ghostwrites
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| But I know a little something 'bout wrote mine
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| Oh my, they’re so Mayan
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| They’re predicting shit but they’re so lying
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| Looking at man like I’m no Simon
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| Like they’re bossing me I get so Simon
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| Get so violent, start clotheslining
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| O in here like blowdrying
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| Got hoes on the pole, I ain’t no fireman
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| Got bear on the pole like cold climates
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| Oh my, they’re so admiring
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| How the O rolls through like a known giant
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| Looking at man like I’m no Simon
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| Like they’re bossing me I get so Simon
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| It gets tragic, I swear man is embarrassed
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| Just like how the fuck did they manage?
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| Just like how the fuck did they cope?
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| If that was me I swear I wouldn’t have it
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| Man’s got all the flows that you got
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| But you can’t hack the flows that mans chatting
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| Hancock called and said «d'you know what
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| That’s too much might to match when O’s rapping»
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| So what do you reckon? |
| Do you be willing
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| Like you’ll probably be following second
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| Everybody in my city got a hobby for heckling
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| Til I roll up and they realise the prodigy step in
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| And then they shush
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| Quiet, big man might throw you in a bush
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| Quiet, big man you can’t tell me about push
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| Might push, push, push 'til I can’t push
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| Can’t tell me 'bout woos
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| Old school like actual soccer
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| I catch a couple mandem claiming that they’re casually blotting
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| I afa roll up on em tell em all to pack up and stop it
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| And a couple mandem on the wing, and regretting their shottin
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| And everybody love it when I tell em bigady-bobady
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| Yeah they love it when Wizzy tell em bigady-bobady
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| Got a couple mandem chatting to me shit at philosophy
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| I ain’t really tryna hear it, I ain’t listening properly
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| But blud, you would get pounded and ate
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| On the high street or your mum’s or your mate’s
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| Man’s got a sick flow
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| Your flow sounds like my flow did in 2008
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| Scrap that, got thousands of drawers
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| And I press best
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| Leave galdem a sore
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| Cause man’s got a big
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| Your looks like my looked in 2004
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| How’s that for a pause?
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| Niggas don’t rap anymore
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| No panache anymore
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| Its all acme and wore
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| Them man saying same stuff that a man said before
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| She want at me and talk
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| Like her photos hiding her acne and warts
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| Like I won’t notice that’s she’s naturally raw
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| Blud you pressed that and it’s actually awks
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| So while you’re pressing these
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| Heterosexual, bisexuals and lesbian tings
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| I be fuckin intense at festivals
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| But I ain’t fuckin' in tents, that’s grim!
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| She be clucking for sumtin
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| She be sucking on sumtin
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| She loving the way that we link
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| I swear these man they want test my gang and a brudda don’t know what to think!
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| These man want test my gang
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| Want test my creeeeeeeeeew
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| Freeeeeeeeeeze
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| These man can’t stop my gang
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| Can’t stop my moves, my crew collect them
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| Feeeeeeeeees
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| Yo
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| Wake up
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| Get a job
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| Shit your pants
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| End your life
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| Move house
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| Kill a pig
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| Stab a dog
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| Mend your mind
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| Chase a dream
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| Make some cream
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| Fuck a tramp
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| Jump a ramp
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| Make a steak
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| Wake and bake
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| Blend a rap
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| Get a grand in debt on crack
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| Get a slap
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| Have a tea
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| Get down on your fucking knees
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| Fuck the police
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| Rape a rubber duck and leave
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| Walk away
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| Talk to Frank
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| Walk the plank
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| Buy a coat
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| Slice your throat
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| Get a driving license quote
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| Live your thoughts
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| Jigs and saws
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| Sprinkle bits of piss and board
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| Close your mouth
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| Open it
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| No regrets
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| Close your legs
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| Stroke a dog
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| Feed the puss
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| Eat your dins
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| Do the dirt
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| Keep it fake
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| Ring your mum
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| Speak to me
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| Burn a bridge
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| Eat your cake
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| Play the game
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| Bend the rules
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| Grab it by the head and balls
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| Ride a bike
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| Kill a fish
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| Make a soup
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| Hoover up
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| Meet the king
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| Touch the queen
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| Say a line
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| Save the graf
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| Paint your face
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| Fry an egg
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| Work it out
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| Wave goodbye
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| Wake up
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| Inside
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| Four walls
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| One life
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| Last night
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| Fiendish
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| Decent
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| Sunlight
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| I can’t
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| Shake these
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| Dog days
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| Sometimes
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| Exchange
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| Brain cells
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| It works
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| Sometimes
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| Untie
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| Love life
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| Before
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| Heartache
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| Music
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| Fades out
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| Red sky
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| Feverish
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| These days
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| Dead weight
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| What’s your
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| Name love
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| How that
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| Flesh taste
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| Fuck that
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| I wake
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| Migraine
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| Pounding
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| Half baked
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| Heartache
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| Bars
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| Outstanding
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| Some days
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| Hell stays
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| Round like a
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| Foul stench
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| Other days
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| Heaven stays
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| Out on a
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| Parkbench
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| Twin peaks
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| Watch that
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| Climb every
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| Mountain
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| Sport Nikes
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| Snort white
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| Lines in the
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| Fountain
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| That’s us
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| Who are you
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| I’ve made my mind up
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| You best put my name at the top of the line-up
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| These man want test my gang
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| Want test my creeeeeeeeeew
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| Freeeeeeeeeeze
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| These man can’t stop my gang
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| Can’t stop my moves, my crew collect them
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| Feeeeeeeeees |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freeze , by - Ocean Wisdom. Song from the album Chaos 93', in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп