Real Smooth feat. The Four Owls (prod. Dirty Dike)
[Intro] Uh, give me something real smooth Like the Chaos and the 9-3 with the Owls and the Wizzy
[Verse 1: Ocean Wisdom] Real smooth, real icy I was in the booth with Dike, you was in a nightie I was selling out a show, you was in a onesie Ketamin you sniffing got you clumsy Swear the bredda hate the way I move Real smooth, real icy You was watching Hollyoaks and I was in the library Now I'm getting gwola loads, them man wanna despise me Swear down, booking Wiz is getting pricey (so pricey) I hear 'em talking, hear 'em talking Love the way they want to wheel up walking Love the way they see the way I kill it See the way I bring the chalk in See the outline of the body when I draw it Everyone adore it, awe its Fuck off with your one liners Everybody co-sign us, I don't do no consigning I got all these men to pay, so I don't need no odd fivers I'm the boss brudda, you are not Simon You're not vibrant, you're not funny Got no money, ripped trackies You're so bummy, I'm so aggy She's so touchy, she's so grabby I'm so lucky, she's so sucky That yatty, she's so ucky With no manners, she's so raggers I've got Bills, like Bo Baggins, she's just catting Like \"fuck where's the old fashion\" Tight madams, they ain't shagging First date cause they like rapping
Real smooth, real icy Feeling like I'm kali on the hyphy Never been the type to say I wouldn't if I might be Cause you know it's Wizzy and the Chaos, that's the 9-3 Real smooth, real icy I was in the booth with Dike, you was in a nightie I was selling out a show, you was in a onesie Ketamin you sniffing got you clumsy Swear the bredda hate the way I move Real smooth, real icy You was watching Hollyoaks and I was in the library Now I'm getting gwola loads, the man want to despise me Swear down, booking Wiz is getting pricey (so pricey)
[Verse 2: Leaf Dog] Burning California wax, still ignore him when he raps My lyrics like the echo through time, forever calling back Fed up with the crap, we can do this in time Suckers saying I'm dumb, must be them chalking my outline Stroke my only oyster, you're still trying to find the moisture My last album sounds like your whole career spoiler Mad pointers like a piston caught with no lawyers In the stitch up, the details in the lines like embroiders It's diabolic, trying to be higher like hydraulics Even with a ghost writing team you ain't where I'm on it Sign off it, ignite topics to fire logic Drop a needle from so high you would think a giant's got it Performing for your line with piff from a caravan Every word I say spells 'FUCK YOU' as an anagram Never planned Too stoned to speak or shake hands In 2020 the new president of Amsterdam
[Verse 3: Fliptrix] I swoop in and high five you for the ice breaker It's Big Owl, mad high like a skyscraper My motto's 'Live now and die later' Grinding 9 to 9 son, fuck a hiatus But I hit the bong today, never on a long delay Shouting at these motherfuckers \"Andale! Andale!\" Why you gotta make away still, with the hand of Satan He try shake mine, son I'm going to amputate his Dropping bangers that are amping up the fanbases Having ganders cause they're scandalous and outrageous Paparazzi got us snapping when we smash stages Do this for the love and always get cash payments You're sat stagnating, no balls, castrating Pre-meditated greatness, no rash statements Phone getting tapped daily like ash when blazing So high right now, it's like I'm astral plaining
[Verse 4: Verb T] It's Verb T, I'm in the club I don't like it much But I tear the crowd down once you line 'em up Winding up your mind like a toy, soldier Pouncing on the beat like a poised, cobra Uh, we get to grips like it's judo But show respect where it's due though Since I was a kid trying to build without the Duplos Still I carve jewels though Drop 'em on your head like a tombstone Two O's, one for Owls one for Ocean New flows, some profound some ferocious Overdid it with the lotion, I'm too smooth New trends, probably got them fools wearing Tu-tu's You should do you, and not what they say I laugh while you try and talk shit with a straight face Mug, maintain, fucking with a gateway drug In another world feeling that space age buzz
[Verse 5: BVA] Mad laid-back, style's 'play that' The great [???] reactor with the goo, now I spray raps Hungry dog, or a stray cat, strange chat See me doing art on the side, just like a train track So shouts to Wizzy, the beaver getting digy on the ready Smoking lettuce with Luigi from the city Puff puff, but never Diddy I might pass out, but never passed it like silly Yo No doping scandal, what drugs with [???] So much moisture, spit flames where the river ran through Four Owls and the Wisdom, you know it ran through Take control of your life, don't need no beads and bangles That's why we're strictly rhyming on this shit Fuck statistics, can't follow with no witch shit No bitches, what is this? Course evidence existed, but never do you wrong, so no snitches
[Outro: Ocean Wisdom] Real smooth, real icy Feeling like I'm kali on the hyphy Never been the type to say I wouldn't if I might be Cause you know it's Wizzy and the Chaos, that's the 9-3 Real smooth, real icy I was in the booth with Dike, you was in a nightie I was selling out a show, you was in a onesie Ketamin you sniffing got you clumsy Swear the bredda hate the way I move Real smooth, real icy You was watching Hollyoaks and I was in the library Now I'm getting gwola loads, the man want to despise me Swear down, booking Wiz is getting pricey (so pricey)