paroles de chanson O Kiddi K - Ocean Wisdom , Remus
Three
bruddas
in
that
one
whip
See
them
two
bruddas
they
don't
fuck
with
You
got
one
brudda
with
you
on
stuff
You
got
one
brudda
who
ain't
on
shit
So
you
hop
out
with
that
oddjob
brudda
One
pokey-pokey
One
long-stick
But
that
same
brudda
who
don't
get
involved
With
that
same
brudda
-
Its
about
eleven
o'clock
Pigs
about
- Federal
watch
Scoring
a
jacket
and
telling
us
off
Couple
of
kiddies
are
peddling
rock
I'm
in
no
position
to
tell
'em
it's
wrong
Taught
as
a
young'un
to
never
be
soft
Little
did
I
know
that
we
was
just
nothing
but
cattle
We're
fighting
a
war
that
can
never
be
won
Fuck
all
you
starters
the
end
is
begun
Lord,
pray
for
miracle
Pray
that
I
never
drop
any
subliminal
Pray
that
my
dreams
could
never
be
literal
Fuck
the
bread,
just
give
me
the
dough
Then
I
can
make
that
shit
on
my
own
Empty
space
I
fill
it
with
smoke
I
lay
awake
and
listen
to
ghosts
It's
better
than
music
It's
better
than
you
pricks
You
really
should
think
of
a
better
solution
Developing
rumours
Can
never
be
true
shit,
oh
The
level
improvement
I
wow
the
crowd
with
excellence
However
much
you
question
this
There's
more
to
die
and
less
to
live
There's
more
to
life
than
all
these
cars
and
clothes
and
diamond
necklaces
Too
busy
focusing
on
the
outside
To
see
the
viruses
within
See
many
fell
like
Icarus
No
flaws,
I
rise
like
estrogen
These
rappers
feminine
The
Lords
all
draw
swords
from
Pegasus
No
forgetting
it
Junkyard
battlecat
You
remember
me
Everybody
talk
a
lot
of
fucking
breeze
I
don't
see
the
point
Fuck
what
I
want
Give
me
what
I
need
Don't
try
pretend
that
its
rainbows
When
the
shit's
deep
Couple
bruddas
in
the
slammer
If
it
ain't
that
then
are
deceased
There's
something
in
the
madness
Beneath
the
darkest
shadows
Where
the
black
hole
isn't
active
Consume
you
from
the
inside
This
internal
parasite's
implosion
Feathers
of
the
culprit
Flowing
through
this
ever-dying
ocean
Evidence
of
vultures
I
see
'em
flocking
to
the
hopeless
Bow
before
your
idols
and
your
sculptures
'til
this
shit
is
over
Blame
it
on
the
soldier
now
Blame
the
preacher
at
the
pulpit
Blame
me,
blame
the
world
Anyone
but
yourself,
you
hypocrite
Fucking
with
some
warlords
from
middle-earth
Whispers
of
a
hidden
curse
It's
been
a
while
I'll
still
emerge
like
"what's
popping?"
If
man
wanna
block
me
I'ma
drop
a
bomb
like
hobgoblin
High
beard,
try
see
it
You're
just
a
man
You
can
not
stop
me
I'll
soar
in
from
the
mist
I'm
so
detailed
that
my
have
a
With
a
bridge
So
analyse
this,
analyst
I
been
flowed
on
way
before
three-thousand
[?]
See
everybody's
tryna
be
the
baddest
I
don't
see
a
baddie
written
in
the
script
This
is
for
my
mandem
on
the
fucking
wing
Three
my
brudda
got
em
locked
down
Shits
hostile
If
you
can't
hack
Better
opt
out
Compounds
get
run
up
in
They
run
wild
With
blank
face
Like
mannequins
Stack
a
brick
in
hope
that
it
might
add
an
inch
I
don't
wanna
bear
bad
news
But
I'm
afraid
you
man
are
shit
I
don't
wanna
sound
cliche
But
for
Pete's
sake
what
the
fuck
is
this
Man
I
come
in
like
Drew
Hill
Just
tighter
jeans
and
less
money
Name
one
true
[?]
Look
round,
not
one
head,
nothing
These
scene
got
me
fucked
up
Fucked
up
like
ten
mollies
Can't
try
these,
sparks
fly
Like
misused
electronics
Tell
Charlie
to
drop
bombs
Tell
Lethal
put
dench
on
it
Fake
shit
weren't
meant
for
me
This
shit
sound
like
destiny
I
wake
up
with
a
smile
Thank
Lord
for
another
day
Pray
that
I
don't
fall
off
again
Ain't
nothing
safe
in
the
wild
I
saw
this
from
a
child
Them
[?]
stop
fucking
with
me
I
rain
down
on
the
city
Come
in
through
the
ceiling
Hitting
through
your
Achilles
How
the
fuck
you
feeling,
wot?
Look,
Wizzy
killing
with
the
flow
O
Kiddi
K
Back
in
the
day
I
chiddy-chilled
with
the
breddas
on
the
road
I
said
back
in
the
day
I
said
O
Kiddi
K
Well
you
heard
what
I
say
Cause
you
listen
to
the
O
And
a
different
sicker
flow
You
ain't
came
with
the
nothing
When
you
spittin
its
a
-
You
ain't
came
with
the
nothing
When
you
spittin
it's
a
joke
But,
but
let
me
rewind
that
and
relax
Let
me
rewind
that
and
relax
I
said
let
me
rewind
that
ca
that's
facts
You
got
stacks,
hot
tracks?
Rude
boy,
I
don't
rewind
that
Ca
that's
trash
Listen,
basically
I
rule
And
again
basically
I
ball
And
again
basically
I
spit
bars
'til
my
face
tickly
and
warm
Grave-diggidy
guys
try
Believe
me
Grave-diggidy
guys
fall
Brave
slippery
guys
fight
Don't
fuck
with
the
bass
little
bredda
not
cool
Yeah
I
be
amazing
emotional
ocean
I
roll
with
the
focus
to
choke
an
opponent
Or
open
a
nose
with
a
vocal
explosion
I'm
overly
cold,
so
the
ocean
is
frozen
Yeah
I
be
the
greatest
so
nobody's
coping
Yeah
I
be
the
greatest
so
nobody's
going
Going
where?
To
the
cave
let
me
lace
this
flow
Back
in
the
day
I
was
on
that
like
I
ate
King
Cole
So
give
me
them
lyrics,
let
me
flow
See,
like
I
was
Ong-Bak
with
an
eight
inch
poke
You
blank
slate,
you
zombie
You
do
handshakes
And
sip
coffee,
cross
the
landscape
I
get
cross
ca
we
all
tryna
be
Rick
Ross-y
See
me
though
I'm
over
that
Yeah
me
and
my
dons
got
loads
of
raps
I
got
tall
ones,
short
ones
But
I
never
go
thin
ca
the
flow
is
fat
Said
of
course,
you
like
that
You
like
monotonic
raps
on
a
hype
track
They
just
bop
their
head
to
the
hi-hat
I
don't
like
that,
wheres
the
mic
at
I'm
in
charge
Now
though
I
need
now
dough,
like
Ronaldo
I
don't
follow
fashion,
I
set
trends
Cause
I'm
too
sick,
I
need
calpol!
It
goes:
I
be
writing
down
everything
that
I
see
Went
from
my
flat
at
the
seaside
to
chillin'
with
Chani
in
Battersea
Got
couple
zoots
in
my
bag
so
I'm
jamming
and
chatting
all
happily
Everyone
knows
I
come
with
the
dank
ting
You
manna
pissed
cause
you
come
with
the
wacker
weed
Rollin
with
Bo
to
the
club
meaning
everyone's
acting
all
sat
me
Me
I
be
looking
all
happy
but
none
of
them
mandem
will
look
at
me
So
then
speak
when
you
tryna
be
humble
and
everyone's
acting
all
booky
Said
it's
peak
when
you
tryna
humble
dem
man
they
want
take
a
pic
of
me
You
said
I'm
holding
a
glass
full
of
lemonade
Serenading
my
lady
as
we
celebrate,
yeah
Walk
in
the
party
we
never
late
ca
when
I
dress
I
don't
hesitate
Smoking
a
spliff
at
the
back
With
the
mandem
I
blink
as
I
meditate
Everyone
knows
I
come
with
the
heavy
ting
You
manna
are
pissed
cause
you're
moving
all
featherweight
Moving
all
featherweight
Everyone
knows
that
you're
moving
all
slyly
I
got
the
talented
niggas
behind
me,
spitting
it
grimy
Most
of
these
man
going
on
like
they're
bad
and
they're
wicked
at
Tai-Chi
Everyone
knows
that
I
doubletime
when
I
rap
That's
when
the
man
say
I
be
spittin'
it
Siamese
Sitting
in
town
on
a
cold
day
in
the
cold
rain
doing
cocaine
Na
are
you
mad
in
the
face
or
the
nosebone
You
got
no
brain,
you
like
Cobain
You
can
come
with
your
[?]
when
I
spit
its
a
close
shave
Said,
you
could
come
with
your
high
tops
or
your
low
fade
When
I
spit
its
a
close
shave
Rollin
with
black
ink
in
the
club
mean
I
be
getting
in
freebie
Rollin
with
Fizzy,
Wizzy
and
Jhars,
Busy
and
TC
Most
of
my
mandem
be
spitting
it
sick
though
you
need
to
believe
me
Everyone
knows
Wizzy
come
with
the
big
team
Your
team
pissed
ca
you're
spitting
it
teeny
1 Walkin'
2 Splittin' the Racket
3 Snakes & Blaggers
4 High Street
5 Gone
6 Freeze
7 Mazin' Hazin'
8 O Kiddi K
9 Imaginary?
10 One Take
11 Heskey
12 Real Smooth
13 W.A.Y.D
14 Jungle
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