Lie Low - Verb T, Pitch 92, Ocean Wisdom

You know the eyes won’t see you if you lie low

I said the eyes won’t see you if you lie low

Some people are bad minded, everything they do is foul

Right down to the nerve, like a damn root canal

I’m confused about the way I’m supposed to let it go

It could all be brighter on the other side, we’ll never know

'Til it’s too late to tell, the paper trail left a clue

When you move money like Western U

Patience is testing you, careful at them times though

Eyes won’t see you if you lie low

Shaken up, foaming at the mouth when I write flows

Capture like webcam, deadpan

My point of view, they see it like a headcam

Now you West Ham, covered in claret

That is pumping from my heart into the function

Hell of a night ya know, hell of a righteous glow

Don’t invite ghosts to write flows for me, like a goat

I’m stubborn as fuck so I stumble up the road

Clutching hope, nah that’s belief I hold

And that’s a lethal dose to make your dreams happen

I’ve been absent, tryna drag myself back

It’s feeling like a deep challenge, on the peak balanced

I’m just tryna keep control, people roam about 150 feet below

Seeing gold, leaving minds spun like pizza dough

Reputation by itself won’t feed us though

Regrets will eat you whole, leaving nothing left

So we aim for the best and expect nothing less

I said the eyes won’t see you if you lie, low

You living a lie, you living in fear

I’m living it right, I’m living it here

I’m livid and hype, you’re silly and weird

I’m big on the mic, you’re midgety there

Wizzy is sick of the stares, Wizzy ain’t no insignificant bre'

Wizzy be killing vicinity, Wizzy be spinning 'til niggas is dizzy in 'ere

Dizzy in where?

Dizzy in 'ere

Well done Wiz, you’re lyrically rare

Well done Wiz, you’re lyrically raw now here’s the gauntlet this killer is dere

Hear them promise a million bare, looking at man like I’m under prepared

If I had a penny for every time man that said that to me I’d be a millionaire

You’re living a lie, you’re living it wrong

My ticker is ticking, I’m ticking along

You’re ticking me off, I’m digging a hole

I’m chucking you in, I’m tipping it on

On, top of the world, top of your girl

Drilling it, pushing it, tell her I’m long

Probably swell, cocky as well, after she cooking me dinner it’s on

Dagger the back of her, slapping the back of her, ragging the back of her

Macking the back of her, taking her top off, slapping, attacking

On top of her nipple and casually shagging her

Back to the crib with the cab and she crashing at mine

And I ain’t even having to carry her

You man are talking, this talk of this claiming there’s more

Of the same when you’re mandem are chatting up, chatting up, chatting up,

chatting up, yatties

I’m back on the road with the cro for the aggies

I’m back on the road with the cro for the mandem

I’m back on the road with the flow for your family

I’m back with the batch of the Am, for the back of the van

I be strapping it down with the pack of the man

Couldn’t cope with the crowd so I’m attacking a man with the back of my hand

Like bang!

Niggas, they ain’t ready for my slow phases

Way too tight I call it O. J

I don’t own Jays, if I did though, swear I’m LL Cool J

Moving like I’m Kanye, few man do it all day

I said the eyes won’t see you if you lie, low