High Street - Vocals Only (Acapella) | Ocean Wisdom

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  • Опубликовано: 6 фев 2025
  • A very special thank you to Jason Hawkins for having requested this song via my Patreon: patreon.com/no...
    As featured on Ocean Wisdom's "Chaos 93'" album.
    Release date: February 22nd 2016.
    LYRICS:
    Brighton town where you find me, I'm on the high street
    I got the best flow, coming all rhymey, I got the high grade
    And I spit grimey, see me on iTunes, and they just buy me
    So I move right here, Can't get by me
    I got a whole album and it's all by me
    I roll with the biro, Ryan had a baby
    Now it's all hard work, now it's all lively
    Back in the day when I gave mum backchat
    She would try tell a man 'AH AH'
    Now I do that if a mana try act bad
    Gus got done but, Now he's a bad man
    Din't go vegas, or play blackjack
    Beat up dealers, robbed man's afghan
    Now mans got blue cheese and dank fam
    Write bars like Anne Frank
    I get live on a hype occasion
    One fan from show tried a snidey statement
    Tried to put Wiz down, tryna diss Jamaican
    So I shagged mans mum for the violation
    Like oh
    Why you tryna fight with Statham
    Tryna war with four of ya
    Getting drawn in payments
    Tell a man I wanna chat let their thought amaze em
    When they can't pool thoughts when they draw a statement
    On tracks, me I don't rhyme when I rap
    Me I just grime when I rhyme puff dank in a flat
    Toast, anchor on that, if i got a hankerin, jammin on that
    Mans overly on it, I got the dough in my wallet
    And when I pull on my pocket I'm seeing permanent profit
    It's like the man they wanna chat like they Capone or Gotti
    And they be running with the shotty for a kick or a hobby
    I know a couple man they riding really didn't seem properly
    Better if everybody do it tell me where did the body be
    Tryna get some money tryna get into property
    Everybody wanna stomach coz I'm doing it cockily
    I mother fucking hate slacker
    I don't role with no out the backers, no I don't role with no lazy man 'cause
    That makes man flip like acrobatics
    Like oh my, golly these guys want test like i won't try act dramatic
    I'll Learn the role then I'll smash the practise, then turn up late
    Shag the actress, see verb with the limp bars die for acting
    And a also look like a bag has packed him, and the also rare, fans are clapping
    But the girls embarrased to try an' clap the act
    I'm like, nowadays every body wanna talk like they got something to spray
    But nothing comes out when they loading clips, they just talking shit
    But still man wanna chat like they guns are blazing, got great form
    I'm in great form, and I'm gratetful for that withdraw, I've been on tour
    I ain't been on telly, then i fuck off home like I piss off kelly
    But man went from cotching to pingu, to blotting, to hindus
    Then back to the igloos, I'm cold
    Our tier man are just big news
    That's when the gali wan' llick on semis
    I come back to the flow like a pistol, ready
    I'm getting back from the show, pissed already
    And I'm bad with the bone in my bitches belly
    I got a bag from Michone from the ghetto lady you know
    You one of them wouldn't and couldn't man
    That couldn't afford a bag of the Buddha man, me?
    I'ma jetlag and then travel and then go into camp for a can on a boulevard, you?
    You went clown now you're talking all loud and you tell a man lowe of the western wild out
    Even though higher man think that's a lie that gotta you man what that's about
    Coming back from Thailand, with dreadlocks, a skin condition
    A vague notion of how to throw some sort of kick
    Does not qualify you as a fucking therapist
    You eggy eggy breds, yeah?
    On the real though
    I dont know nothing bout whats-his-face, but whats-his-face know something bout Wizzy
    I grew up on Marley and Macy and Lizzy and Wu Tang, Rumcon, Fiddy and Dizzee
    Chilling with fizzy and bizzy and gizzy, growed with streez and meags and billy
    Shot food with seller man halves now kilian, catches man on the can that's brilliant
    Progress, got my own test, I don't need your one, two's get drawn on
    You man are falling asleep with the porn on
    Me I'm on stage tryna keep my own drawers on, simple as that
    I give em a sprinkle of swag, now they wanna sink in a lap, I ain't simple as that
    And I ain't got a tip for a slag, I ain't tryna dip in a hag, lets go now
    Brighton town where you find me, I'm on the high street
    I got the best flow, coming all rhymey, I got the high grade
    And I spit grimey, see me on iTunes, and they just buy me
    So I move right here, Can't get by me
    I got a whole album and it's all by me
    I roll with the biro, Ryan had a baby
    Now it's all hard work, now it's all lively
    Brighton town where you find me, I'm on the high street
    I got the best flow, Coming all rhymey, I got the high grade
    And i spit grimey, see me on itunes, and they just buy me
    I move wisely, Can't get by me,I got whole album
    And it's all by me, I roll with the biro, ryan had a baby
    Now it's all hard work, now it's all lively

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