| From the get go, I’m a don, no I don’t pep talk
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| See I got album sales lookin' retro
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| And I got dandies who is not petro
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| Man I went boom, then I went Tesco’s
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| Stock up the fridge, chicken and pesto
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| Parmentier, still I’m no tater
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| Man is still balling out in al fresco
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| I ain’t got kids, are you dumb?
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| Man’s still pulling out when I-oi!
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| Man’s still rolling round with my boys
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| And I ain’t got time for all of you cunts
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| Check 1, check 2, check 3
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| Man’s rolling round with them steez on greaze
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| Man say a prayer for MCs in need
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| Like «Dear God, please relieve these neeks.»
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| Amen, relieved of your duty
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| For not speaking it truthfully
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| You know my man there couldn’t see me and shush me
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| Them boy there some premium pussy
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| Reckless, how they pree me and shoo me
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| When I tear down every stage that they put me on
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| Ca I got a likkle vibe and I’m groovy
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| Man could have never tried to spite me or boo me
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| Try me I dare you
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| Swear man couldn’t hype in the rear view
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| See a man trying to slipstream Wisdom
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| Bro, I will dismantle the vehicle
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| And my brothers say the runner should be here soon
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| If he running late the brother get an earful
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| See the way that I arrive all aggy
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| Dealt with him and I left all cheerful
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| Jeez, what?
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| Oi factually
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| Now I got vacuum packed, dank damn, I’m actually
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| Do you wanna start copycat from me?
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| I got dank now, whole batch for me
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| Yeah, it is, that’s the key
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| When the inside rips all elasticy
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| To leave mandem ackin all spastically
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| I’m not PC, I hate PC’s
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| That’s police constables, fuck em' actually
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| Rou-tine-check-my-arse
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| The boydem love attacking me
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| Come up then with your big epiphany
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| Man can’t see no practicality
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| In my room my swift soliloquy
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| Pay my rent blud, that’s reality
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| Fuck off with your predetermined notions of ways that I’m earning I
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| Can’t, see one single person that agrees that your way is working I’ve
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| Got a friend, who got a friend, who got a friend
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| That brings the work, and I
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| Promised them, got the ting, at the door and I’ll split and serve this
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| All this nickel surfing got mans weed looking like likkle gherkins
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| I’ll backhand diddle their fickle wording
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| They writing bars on the station
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| Aggravate some different person, I am not the one
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| I’ll hit and hurt him
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| About man can’t done some silly wordsmith
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| Man I’ll leave man feelin a wasteman
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| TLC and tea tree for the DDT imma give these donnies
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| Man pissed off ca' he spit shit, probably
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| That’s a big part of it that’s a big myth on me
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| I be sick and I be sicker than most
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| Why a man couldn’t pick up a pen and bring it to O’s
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| So your man tries pick of the pap, pick on the most
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| Though I pickle that pussy with rap, ping him and go
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| He be popping up, pick of the pricks, pick of the joes
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| Come on battle then, give him an 8, give him a flow
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| In the Ocean, pick of the waves, pick of the boats
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| Me I deal with, pepper the track, pepper the show
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| Get the bread that, get a baguette, get him a loaf
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| Ca' the man look dead, and they separate, then they old
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| Tell a mandem stepping against the Komodo
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| Man a dragon, dragging a George, dragging the dro
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| Man are idiot, trying to attack, trying to revolt
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| Are you mean that brother with tracks, trying to control
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| What the gang do, never do that, never divulge
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| Who the boss be, Wizzy be that nigga you know
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| Are you mad? |
| Flopping is not my style
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| This outfit will just got man down
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| In Kentish Town, with Method Man, I’m like
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| «Hey, you, get off my cloud!»
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| I am at the top, what now?
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| Shock em', let the crockpot out
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| Watch em', watch your nob flop out
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| Like problem? |
| I’m just expressing myself like Gollum
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| How’s that?
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| I’ll make bolognese with that bat
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| If man try taking me for some neek
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| If man try taking me for some prat
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| Goosfraba for these man that wan try
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| Aggravating my gang, they wan try
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| Ascertaining my plan, I’ve seen em in ciphers looking all prang
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| It’s all by the by
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| Likkle man with a ride to ride
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| And when his hype ain’t big enough to climb the heights
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| I’m on a nice day envisioning him, writing fine
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| The songs workframe militantly that I provide the loin
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| Come then hit him with your blahdy, blahdy blah
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| Blam peak bars going play to Mars
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| The craftsman, I got a brand new heart for man to just
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| Beat up any MC in charge
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| You know why? |
| If I just give it up, mix it up
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| Certain man wanna try pick it up, lift it up
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| Look at it, analyse how man riff it up, just give it up
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| Go away, go on and giddy up
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| Oh, if I just hit em' up, stick em' up, drink em' up
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| Bad em' up, slap em' up, trip em' up
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| Look at it, analyse that a man’s missing love
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| Babbling man can’t chat the Wiz you know?
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| So fall back, cus your new EP ain’t all that
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| And your old CD was all shit, that’s some coaster up in my flat |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Goosfraba FM, artist - Ocean Wisdom. Album song Wizville, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп