Freeze - Ocean Wisdom, Dirty Dike, Ed Scissor

These man want test my gang

Want test my creeeeeeeeeew

Freeeeeeeeeeze

These man can’t stop my gang

Can’t stop my moves, my crew collect them

Feeeeeees

Look, I don’t pick coins off the roadside

I’m worldwide

I don’t know nothing about no likes

In fact I don’t know nothing about ghostwrites

But I know a little something 'bout wrote mine

Oh my, they’re so Mayan

They’re predicting shit but they’re so lying

Looking at man like I’m no Simon

Like they’re bossing me I get so Simon

Get so violent, start clotheslining

O in here like blowdrying

Got hoes on the pole, I ain’t no fireman

Got bear on the pole like cold climates

Oh my, they’re so admiring

How the O rolls through like a known giant

Looking at man like I’m no Simon

Like they’re bossing me I get so Simon

It gets tragic, I swear man is embarrassed

Just like how the fuck did they manage?

Just like how the fuck did they cope?

If that was me I swear I wouldn’t have it

Man’s got all the flows that you got

But you can’t hack the flows that mans chatting

Hancock called and said «d'you know what

That’s too much might to match when O’s rapping»

So what do you reckon?

Do you be willing

Like you’ll probably be following second

Everybody in my city got a hobby for heckling

Til I roll up and they realise the prodigy step in

And then they shush

Quiet, big man might throw you in a bush

Quiet, big man you can’t tell me about push

Might push, push, push 'til I can’t push

Can’t tell me 'bout woos

Old school like actual soccer

I catch a couple mandem claiming that they’re casually blotting

I afa roll up on em tell em all to pack up and stop it

And a couple mandem on the wing, and regretting their shottin

And everybody love it when I tell em bigady-bobady

Yeah they love it when Wizzy tell em bigady-bobady

Got a couple mandem chatting to me shit at philosophy

I ain’t really tryna hear it, I ain’t listening properly

But blud, you would get pounded and ate

On the high street or your mum’s or your mate’s

Man’s got a sick flow

Your flow sounds like my flow did in 2008

Scrap that, got thousands of drawers

And I press best

Leave galdem a sore

Cause man’s got a big

Your looks like my looked in 2004

How’s that for a pause?

Niggas don’t rap anymore

No panache anymore

Its all acme and wore

Them man saying same stuff that a man said before

She want at me and talk

Like her photos hiding her acne and warts

Like I won’t notice that’s she’s naturally raw

Blud you pressed that and it’s actually awks

So while you’re pressing these

Heterosexual, bisexuals and lesbian tings

I be fuckin intense at festivals

But I ain’t fuckin' in tents, that’s grim!

She be clucking for sumtin

She be sucking on sumtin

She loving the way that we link

I swear these man they want test my gang and a brudda don’t know what to think!

These man want test my gang

Want test my creeeeeeeeeew

Freeeeeeeeeeze

These man can’t stop my gang

Can’t stop my moves, my crew collect them

Feeeeeeeeees

Yo

Wake up

Get a job

Shit your pants

End your life

Move house

Kill a pig

Stab a dog

Mend your mind

Chase a dream

Make some cream

Fuck a tramp

Jump a ramp

Make a steak

Wake and bake

Blend a rap

Get a grand in debt on crack

Get a slap

Have a tea

Get down on your fucking knees

Fuck the police

Rape a rubber duck and leave

Walk away

Talk to Frank

Walk the plank

Buy a coat

Slice your throat

Get a driving license quote

Live your thoughts

Jigs and saws

Sprinkle bits of piss and board

Close your mouth

Open it

No regrets

Close your legs

Stroke a dog

Feed the puss

Eat your dins

Do the dirt

Keep it fake

Ring your mum

Speak to me

Burn a bridge

Eat your cake

Play the game

Bend the rules

Grab it by the head and balls

Ride a bike

Kill a fish

Make a soup

Hoover up

Meet the king

Touch the queen

Say a line

Save the graf

Paint your face

Fry an egg

Work it out

Wave goodbye

Wake up

Inside

Four walls

One life

Last night

Fiendish

Decent

Sunlight

I can’t

Shake these

Dog days

Sometimes

Exchange

Brain cells

It works

Sometimes

Untie

Love life

Before

Heartache

Music

Fades out

Red sky

Feverish

These days

Dead weight

What’s your

Name love

How that

Flesh taste

Fuck that

I wake

Migraine

Pounding

Half baked

Heartache

Bars

Outstanding

Some days

Hell stays

Round like a

Foul stench

Other days

Heaven stays

Out on a

Parkbench

Twin peaks

Watch that

Climb every

Mountain

Sport Nikes

Snort white

Lines in the

Fountain

That’s us

Who are you

I’ve made my mind up

You best put my name at the top of the line-up

These man want test my gang

Want test my creeeeeeeeeew

Freeeeeeeeeeze

These man can’t stop my gang

Can’t stop my moves, my crew collect them

Feeeeeeeeees