Ocean Wisdom - Fire In The Booth lyrics

[Verse 1] Came in early, all ga**ed up for the drop Like how could I drop on a beat like that That's dank if I ever saw dank in my life, that's dank Like 3.5 of the Am, ah fam I ain't hacking the way he just came in Just came in the game all brazen These man are p**y like pay men I'll roll on a p**y like p**y, where's payment? No understatement, rah are you paying for the p**y? Paying for the puss with your wages, wussy If I make this hoody go wushy it's suttin like ssss, nah get shushy See I gave him this old school nuggy and made him cry Ca' I'm too pushy I gave him this bald patch, ca' I'm too big now Too big now so you can't push me Changed my name to Resident, why? More citizens cold, start head locking (censored) With the gang that's far ruckus About calm down you ain't got pouch on my pit Just lie with your mandem, probably cause a crowd cover You won't house nothing Hype nothings about hype cousins Doubt brothers will come round bussing Peep these G's on the back road, suttin' like footpaths Suttin' like low key, the way a man pick this green like am buds Suttin' like Brockley, suttin' like bogie The way I see these man throw their hands up Like raising arms for the police Suttin' like kung-fu chop to their arm pits Suttin' quite forceful nottin' like OB Suttin' like how can a man try diss man? How can a man try snake man? How can a man try risk that? How can he wear that wrist watch and try talk like a big man? And tell a man piss off! But I won't make man miss that But I won't set this ting off But I don't know about riff raff But I don't know about big bags About Wisdom ain't a big boss Charge next man ten pound for tic-tac But I don't know about big bucks Fight like Rick Ross But I don't know 'bout chin man Bust that sling shot Risk your life when the ting pops Huh, I ain't seen man Mans vile when the spliff stops Run wild and I win lots Come trial with the big dog They ain't shelling nothing if I've been on Simply, simply she want the D ca' I'm dimply Thinking I'm old and I'm wrinkly Couldn't chat to the Wis on diss I'm on a don when I work on a symphony Come with your one line flow like Man couldn't write the flow when I was stuck in a**embly Mans beating the base 'til it's timbery Tambourine rappers ain't touching my energy Cause I'm worldwide I don't know nothing about no likes In fact I don't know nothing about ghost writes But I know a little suttin' 'bout wrote mine Oh my, they're so Myan They're predicting sh** but they're so lying Looking at man like I'm no Simon Like their bossing me I get so Simon Get so violent start close lining O in ear like I'm blow drying Got O's on the pole, I ain't no fireman Got bare on the pole like cold climates My they're so admiring, like the old roads due like a known giant Looking at man like I'm no Simon Like their bossing me I get so Simon It's tragic, I swear man is embarra**ed Like how the f** did they manage? Like how the f** did they cope? If that was me I swear I wouldn't have it Mans got all the flows that you got But you can't hack the flows that mans chatting Hanco*k called and said, ''You know what that's too much mat to match when O's rapping'' So what do you reckon? That you'll be willing, now you'll be probably following second Cause everybody in my city got a hobby for heckling ‘Til I roll up in their veer that's a prodigy stepping in And then they shush, quite big now I might throw you in a bush Quite big now ya can't tell me about push Might push, push, push, ‘til I can't push Can't tell me about Old school like ... Catch a couple man they claim that they're casually blotting I have to roll up on them, tell them would you pack it and stop it I heard a couple man that want it, but regretting the shotting And everybody love it when I tell them biggidy bobbady Yeah they love it when the Wizzy tell em biggidy bobbady Couple man that chatted to me, sh**ter philosophy I ain't really tryna hear it, I ain't listening properly [Verse 2] Deadly, how the flow deadly How you flow like that, over them medley All the don dadda, all the don dadda Pointing in mirrors, hope that you get me Man got that armour so they know I sentry Still they got sentry, sent to come get me Sent to defend them but it don't tempt me Ca' I'm so dangerous and the flow deadly You get me, I'm deadly You people are gonna respect me Don't bill me, I'm not Wesley I got bills now, I'm on the bill now Got bookings, looking all hefty But I see brudda, my dad in me talking 'bout how the music industry stress me Man wanna talk about Ocean touching the mainstream like I'm an estuary See I ain't got tekkers like him, tekkers like her or tekkers like Heskey Me I stay doing my ting to the tone of my skin, looking blacker than Pepsi And all of the man at my show got a smile on their face cause the gal looking s**y Like she got a double barrelled name, she'll get the double barrel in her belly That's Rick Ross, living big belly, hitting day regularly jelly Sometimes when your mind flies and you're left behind it gets scary Ca' you're left flipping them burgers while they're on earners spitting on tele Now man wanna chat about work rate but it's too late for that ca' they weren't ready Now we say we're not sorry and when fiends chase we're not worried Ca' when the beat shakes in my body, they can't try replace me or copy When the beat shakes in your body, that's just you getting beat by geezer Nuff man wanna chat about knees up that's why they can't get their p's up Ease up, with the waving Do you see your young self waving, goodbye to the man you became ca' you lost your way when you went out raving No? Are you sure though? Hang on bro, look more dough Ca' I see the boy in you, that's why I'm boying you You ain't the boss on your but I might move three plates with my donny's I don't do freebasing or molly I'm finna roundhouse kick the taxman, he's taking too much percent from me Feeling like John Jones in this b**h, still I might box man I don't sniff See the way I'm calling out for these G's, G's, G's all now I'm like Chris Did you bank on this kid, chasing dreams, spitting like this? Soon as I got that direct message from Charlie I started getting angry at Chip Then I thought wait let me digest Better not retch, do it like Wretch Then I thought wait, do it like Ghetts Ca' I switch flows and I go next Suttin' like, suttin' like in a sec how the spit intersect with the sound of the song you select on a deck In effect a re-vet in a mess ca' I'm blessed with the pen and I'm blessed on a set Got the S on my chest so the best of the best get left with the rest that's stressed Invest in a vest and a vocal, the cheque that you got it ain't got long legs If you got a strong chest then you might not cough when I t'ump your head You ain't using that it's collecting dust, you should unplug it before bed Go to sleep and don't wake up so we can save us what's left Ca' any moment them geeky neeks are gonna take us out but I'm dest' Take us out but I inspect from miles away it's all part of the test Like I try do my show and them feds try put man under arrest Swear mans got a vibrant soul 'til they find my chrome, wan' give man stress Mans going down a quite hype road tryna hide my goal, tryna hide my flesh From cautions to sentences, their raucous they're not tentative Let me sip my tea and just smoke my plant from the ground as the lord intended it And man wanna chat about big man boss man but they don't pay no rent ‘til it See I don't really know about that I just show a man tracks and they don't wanna censor it Can I get a little 'Are you mad, are you dumb?' that's a bar Can I get a little pond in the back of the yard with a bar in the garden for laughs Can I get a little fifteen bags for a show, I'm on two so I'm on the right path Can I take a likkle time out now and then if I put too much stress on the art Ca' you know these days it's not funny, that's why these sprays are not lully Still when the beat shakes in my body, they can't try replace me or copy When the beat shakes in your body, that's just you getting beat by broski Nuff man wanna sell a man O Z's cause they know I get that show P, owe me No apology, if you leave me alone don't bother me I mean really I know my qualities, In all honesty I am not one of these little barrers That you wanna go against rudeboy, I ain't nottin' to fly against rudeboy You ain't running in no events rudeboy, you're one of them no events rudeboy [Verse 3] Few man said when I blew and I weren't on a hype no more that I went soft, I went greazier Running through tings since double 0-9 but I can't lie fam it's got easier Now I get Lem that's sweet, get Am that's dank, get Cheese that's cheesier Now I draw Vogue-ing models and tings and 2-2 tings that's moving sleazier Man wanna send for the Wis like I wouldn't just headlock man like an eediot And dem man never made money off rap now they're pissed off ca' they can't be dat See I saw them man tryna form their plan but it didn't work now they wanna pree man Like hold on, how you mean fam, you seen the work rate so don't beef man You likkle hobbyist, real talk that's what it is Rap don't pay rent for them novices Now they pissed off ca' they can't stop the Wis And it don't matter no more, how many mandem man tell 'bout how wack Wissy is Ca' I got fans and I'm already k**ing it but they ain't got fans, no body listening, no body listening I said no body listening, me I got the ting on my wrist and it's glistening You ain't got P's in the bank so you're fidgeting Me I got a thou' in the crowd when I spit a ting See the legends and the OG's, they respect man, ca' they know me You got no job and your whole team is just two faced about broski Got that debut body of work and it charted, trust me it cost ten pounds Whilst them man are doing free mixtapes, free albums for the past five years, what now? What's the top five to a few wanna-be MC's who can't get their sound off the ground Dem man ain't living the dream and they pissed cause we living the movie and they lost out Living the movie and they lost out, might flick on the crux for a grey nostalg' Flick on the level one, whatever one is the better one, Wizzy might knock a man out I be the better one, they be the rest and they stressing cause I be the talk of the town If you a rapper, great, fan, hater, you know 'bout the team by now Nobody's saying your name, you ain't getting no hate, you ain't getting no love in your town You just embarra** yourself tryna stagger and doubt with the Wizzy be running around See how a friendly might turn to an enemy, see how a snakey might turn to a pal Now more time when I'm counting that musical cheddar, I laugh at them bredders aloud No that's V.I.P you're not allowed, stand in the crowd, or you could bounce I saw your cheque, why did it bounce? I saw your chick, why did she bounce? I saw your Mum, why ain't she proud? Cause you're f**ing about getting f**ed in your (censored) by a rapper that's levels above And it's obvious that you'll shut up when I'm shutting it down Who told them girls get a nooking, or they'll get a booking? Who told these kids they're ghetto? They ain't never been jucking Dem man shoulda moved like Dwayne, them man should have smelt what's cooking Dem man shouldn't call my name, dem man shoulda known I would shush them Might do a show for a grand for a favour but they do a show for a bill and get ga**ed Might have a business meet with a major, I might fly Greece get payed in cash Dis music it takes us everywhere but they ain't flying nowhere off tracks We might just benefit other economies what do they know about paying European tax? What do they know about merchandising? What do they know about stats? What do they know about ten man circle of experts? All of them got mans back What do they know about blending genres? Breaking gla** ceilings or tryna change Hip-Hop? They don't know about f** all so piss off they ain't got f** all magic to switch on They was ga**ing their 10k views in a year, blood we heard what they said We might upload one tune at night, might get 10k before we go bed Might not mention names, might not give man life that's dead Might just pave our way but don't think we ain't heard what a mans said He's something that you man never hear, exclusive premier My gang done a tune with Premier, you're gang got a room in the Premier That's why you should, when a bredder 'ere, when we gone better act like a bredder der Ca' your talk gets back to a bredder ear, yeah we know who's talking we been aware My man couldn't get a booking from a blind man, what's he talking 'bout status? If we holla now man wanna kick it like Van Damme, cause of all these papers If you're from my town and you're hating on us then you're pissed off cause you didn't make it It's funny how all the other dons that's doing their ting can appreciate it, I appreciate it Your net worth depreciating, I write a bar and I feed the nation You write a bar pure procrastination, try rap a statement that's altercations Yeah I'm hyping a bit Charlie, ignorant man they be hyping a lot Like I give a sh**, too late now it's unlikely to stop That's swingers in the mist when I dig him in the rib, a little hit him in the middle with the street in the middle With the face, any time I feel obliged and a brudda wanna front, never seen a brudda in it for the love where I'm from Wife has said it right, she love the way I rhyme, love the I way I look, know 'bout what I'm on Spread her to the side, whenever she wanna ride, she grabbing up on her thighs, she wrapping up on her thong All you ever do is lie, whenever I hear a rhyme, I'm flicking it 'til you're silent, kicking it off the dog None of you n***as vibe, when everybody be hyping, everybody be fighting, tryna be on the top Yeah, I'm hyping a bit Charlie, ignorant man they be hyping a lot Like I give a sh**, too late now it's unlikely to Casually be k**ing it, everybody be feeling it, everybody relate to the way that Wizzy be flowing If I tell them I'ma do suttin, I'ma properly do it, I swear half you mandem clocked, I was gone before I was glowing It's a fact if I release on a track I'ma Jesse Owen, they're watching the way I'm winning Watching the way I'm flowing and they hating Rah, them man they ain't contemplating Cussing, hating on what, you're hating on loving The negative energy dash in a dustbin When I roll safe, walk past them man, turn to my brudda like.. It's nothing South coast don, let's end the discussion I rep HF, I rep Rum Com, I say I rep my team to the end You say scrap that, I don't wanna buck em