Doolally - Ocean Wisdom, Foreign Beggars

Doolally, you be acting doolally

Too pally pally with them loose scabbies

Newsflash, you man are too flashy

Who’s dat?

It’s your new daddy

Oh my lordy, brudda’s tryna stick me for my paper and my glory

But no, no, they roar me and applaud me

Certain man try stop me cause me flop inside the

Yo, lyric a day

Wizzy be writing a lyric a day

Some of my breddas on minimum wage

Some of their breddas are sniffing the K

People around me are fondling keys

People around me are telling me straight

If I was you and I had all the steeze

I wouldn’t stop 'til I had all the cake

Cake, lyric a day

Wizzy be writing a lyric a day

If a ting want to see Widdy and Flame

They’ll be sticking it in and she limping away

'Cause she give a brilliant brain

'Cause she know that her mans got a brilliant brain

And she loves when I spit at a ridiculous pace

On a stage and her clit and her tits and her face (Jokes doe)

Lyric a day

Wizzy be writing a lyric a day

All of my mandem are bringing the heat

All of your mandem are in a brigade

Wettest, sloppiest, bars that I’ve ever seen

When you spitting you dousing the flames

That’s how my mandem are roaming the street

Never missing a beat like we in a parade

What’s the meaning of life?

Mans pondering on the meaning of life

Man wanna tell me 'bout premium price when he’s selling me something that’s not

even nice

That’s what we need to survive 'cause the selfish intention will lead you to

thrive

That’s what you need to survive with chicken and rice and peas every night,

fam eat like

Lyric a day

Wizzy be writing a lyric a day

Mandem are shook with the hebegebies

What you gon' do when I spit in your face

Oh, you’ve got a zed of the grade

Usually moving 11 a day

New management and he turns it into something

If you send a complaint I’ll be telling him straight

Doolally, you be acting doolally

Too pally pally with them loose scabbies

Newsflash, you man are too flashy

Who’s dat?

It’s your new daddy

Oh my lordy, brudda’s tryna stick me for my paper and my glory

But no, no, they roar me and applaud me

Certain man try stop me cause me flop inside the

A lot of rappers gassing like they got them lyrics coming

I hear their talking and talking but they ain’t saying nothing

Flexing like they’re heavy but really they ten a penny

My senate is extra messy so allow the unnecessary fraff

It’s O Wizzy, Foreign Beggars let’s give 'em a mixture

Fellas they getting twisted, we chilling but still get the pick of the litter

I’m living it up, feeling the love, these rappers is missing the picture

I sip at more than my fill, my bredrins still be swilling the mixer

Haha, I deliver like none other

I dumbfound these founded clowns with no cover

I’m so Satwa, sharmut, fuck your fatwā

You might as well assume the position and move it backwards

Let me work this ting, wheel up yeah that’s a certain ting

Beggars in the mix, bigger than a mil, still on the mish, tryna hurt this ting

Manna merk this ting, certain man act like them in this ting

But I weren’t listening, not interesting

Tryna work this, merk this CD, I’m still learning king

Doolally, you be acting doolally

Too pally pally with them loose scabbies

Newsflash, you man are too flashy

Who’s dat?

It’s your new daddy

Oh my lordy, brudda’s tryna stick me for my paper and my glory

But no, no, they roar me and applaud me

Certain man try stop me cause me flop inside the

Lyric a day

'Trop'll be dropping a lyric a day

Them man ain’t got nothing but gimmicks, going on with their mimicking ways

See most of them live for the fame, I live on a different plain

I’ll all about pushing the boundaries, while you stick to the same as if you

were sick in the brain

Brain, sick of the same, sick of the talk of the game

Sick of the picture they paint, they’re sniffing the 'caine

They’re flipping a brick and a chain, the triggers like click, click bang

And the innocent kids that they claim, the ignorant chick in the Range

If she wasn’t stripping, the image of women can change

In the eyes of the kids that we raise, raise

In the hope that they live out their days

Trying to cope at a difficult age where even the youngers are swinging the

blade, blade

That’s another they stick in a cage, that’s a mother that struggles in vein

A father or brother that’s stricken with rage

It’s a cycle that never gone break, 'til you’re left in a medical state

I ain’t pushing this spread and the hate cause that suffocate the breathe that

we take

And I know that I’m meant to be great, my heads in the place

Seeking the juice that these breddas can’t fake

Beggars and Ocean, ahead of the pack

When you something on a track you can never replace