Remus - O Kiddi K lyrics

[Chorus] Three bruddas in that one whip See them two bruddas they don't f** with You got one brudda with you on stuff You got one brudda who ain't on sh** 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 - [Verse 1: Remus] 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 f** 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 f** the bread, just give me the dough Then I can make that sh** 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 sh**, 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 f**ing breeze I don't see the point f** what I want Give me what I need Don't try pretend that its rainbows When the sh**'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 sh** is over Blame it on the soldier now Blame the preacher at the pulpit Blame me, blame the world Anyone but yourself, you hypocrite f**ing 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 chorus have a chorus With a bridge So an*lyse this, an*lyst 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 f**ing wing Three my brudda got em locked down sh**s 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 sh** I don't wanna sound cliche But for Pete's sake what the f** is this Man I come in like Drew Hill Just tighter jeans and less money Name one tune you wrote Look round, not one head nodding These scene got me f**ed up f**ed 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 sh** weren't meant for me This sh** 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 youths stop f**ing with me I rain down on the city Come in through the ceiling Hitting through your Achilles How the f** you feeling, wot? [Chorus] [Verse 2: Ocean Wisdom] Look, Wizzy k**ing 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 Yeah I came with the lyrics 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 Grave-diggidy guys fall Brave slippery guys fight Don't f** with the ba** 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 shook at 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 gla** 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 n***as 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 c**aine Na are you mad in the face or the nosebone You got no brain, you like Cobain You can come with your high tops or your low fade When I spit its a close shave Said, you could come with your eyedrops or your lipstick When I spit I watch no face 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