Dirty Dike - Walkin' lyrics

[Verse 1: Ocean Wisdom] See me I'm walking, why cause i don't run fam Make a film about me find a proper f**ing stuntman I'm captain wiz and I'm actually shoving dirt in a dustpan And blowing it back in faces of wastemen who try and brush man I get a wheel in the club on the microphone They didn't know I handle bars, it's a minor though They offered me some gear but I'm over tired All this talkin make a bredda wanna cycle home, yo I flabbergast that bredda my stamina can be coming in handy Flipping the script, I'm doing a what? I'm telling a story, doing a plan B How the f** on earth did we become so angry? Couple years ago, man was just reading the dandy So how'd I go from reading the beano to beating up emos Swimming in speedos to swinging in chinos Mimicking heroes to zeros From Zoro to Tarantinos, we're living like wierdos I guess the level of violence increases as the fear grows, but Just can't spit on beats, I'mma spit acapella Don't think I won't rap a fella Smack that n***a make an aki swell up, leave him black and yellow I ain't talking Wiz Khalifa, this wiz kidda the beater, you a rancid dweller Got the dank piff in my cellar, I'm the dank piff seller Thing is smelling way too much so wrap that in some cella Celebrate ca man wan tell a mate about this ma**ive fella On the beat, and on the tune there ain't no aki better fa**ies fed up Yo, in my raps, there's unlimited lyrics and syllables Hitting my pinnacle isn't a miracle it's kinda literal Feeling a feeling that's minimal Physical feeling it's more of a spiritual Healing a visual audible justification of lyrically winning That's why I be spitting again, and again and again Gripping the tip of the pen, hitting a spliff of the lem They lyrically stepping to me and I be lyrically stepping to them Yeah they levelling up but I'm levelling better than them Tell it to lesser men wizzy be stressing 'em Never addressing 'em, never ever again, never ever again [Verse 2: Ocean Wisdom] Watch me, clock me, knock me but don't stop me I got flocks that watched and got knocked knee properly I got props from lots of chops it's often got me Ga**ed as a motherf**er lost and co*ky, what G? You can't tell me that i don't win Ca on the beat I'm like a granddad I go in Unique bredda yeah I got my own thing You neek, you're not unique with gold rings I'm a young brother with a lot of heart Been at it from the start, I can tell you're gonna chart But how you gonna hold a man when older man ain't half as smart Trying to control a man like Zola can in Upton Park I'm holding more knowledge than a folder can I'm focused and you know I love my art Ain't no more holding grams For Ocean man Notice that I know my plan Teedot told me Ropa Dope's a joke you need to go for man So Ocean goes for man, I owe you fam Owe you dat, came in the game with a whole new act Invading the brain with a whole new rap Blatantly stating that your whole crew's wack I had to do that, had to man up If you ain't got the balls to copy then bad luck You ain't got the balls to copy you fat f** You ain't got the balls to copy I'm that much, I got Exquisite ability mimicking vividest imagery lyrically stinging a k**er bee k**ing the similes willyly nillily, wanna be chillin with Fiddy and Diddy And Cudi the Kidy listening to Biggie Buming a ciggy with Dizzy and Weezy s**ing a titty like giggiddy giggiddy, my ability can't mimic me Flow, buggsy, bigadibobadi Gota be properly on it to stop a G Copping the hottest of property, not a monopoly Actual life, ain't no topping me, stopping and floppin is comedy Honestly quality optical oddities, not in an oddessy Tell a man straight you've been warned, no wallaby Ca man ain't feelin the court, don't follow G's People we need to abort this policy horriblly Course discographies making me feel like I'mm waring constantly Applaud and follow me [Verse 3: Ocean Wisdom] But I ain't even trying to be that type of guy Ain't trying to be that type of breh Ain't tryng toa lead that type of life you know I ain't even trying to meet myself a wife Ain't trying to meet myself a dame I'm trying to keep myself alright, you know I feel the sudden rush of heat when I'm on stage I don't compete with none you pagans Cause it's peak to f** with wastemen My flow is sweet I know the streets they love to taste it But im feelin undertakerish, putting n***as in graves and sh** Ask True Fizz, us man are runnin sh** But the truth is, these other man are runnin quick But if the shoe fits, wear it, and it fits me I'm runnin oh so quickly, so stick me On the top of the roster where Big be Big beats got me feeling like twigs in a sandwich I stick to the wrap No giving it back I'm flipping a packet of cigs, ripping the cig down the mids Sprinkling cig on my riz, sprinkling piff on the cig on the riz Sprinkling cig on the piff on the cig on the riz Twist it an get it lit, n***a what