Ocean Wisdom - Splittin' The Racket lyrics

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(Intro x4)

I ain't hittin' it back, I'm splittin' the racket

(Verse)

I'm comin' straight outta Brighton

A crazy muthafucka named Wizzy

Sirens in the city like I'm rollin' round with dizzy

You was in the basement with a plectrum gettin' picky

I was in the basement with a couple eighths, I'm gettin' sticky

It's like a oooh, making a brudda go high pitch

All of these man been tellin' me

That when I get on the mic it's a hype ting.

Vibesin', don't wanna hear no vinin'

Big Pete's on a diet light, six six sick that time again

Look, I ain't hittin' it back, I'm splittin' the racket

You got that eatable whackness spread out on your lyrical sandwich

All of my brudders be loving the way I be spittin' the ratsy

Rappin' as sick as the fashion, neva my mind on 'em

Spit in the face of an enemy, Weezy we live in our hazardous

For music I'm jet settin' like Led Zeppelin

Hate talkin', love rappin', I intend reppin'

Fuck bench pressin', I cover my food in French dressing

Playin' frootie munchin' on a pasty, call me Greg Beckham

Oh, no bruddah, you're listening to a megalomaniac

Master of modesty, that contrast is enigmatic

And I could pin it backwards

plus i got my pick of the perfect places to pen a Passage

Watch me pitta patta to different parts of a written pattern

Plus alliteration of a wicked blood for a sicker stanza

Thanks to WIZZY for correcting these lyrics