Ting Dun - Ocean Wisdom, Method Man

Dun dun dun dun

Diggity dun dun

The bigger the breda the harder the hitter

The harder the punch thump

The fact of the matter I’m bigger and badder

I couldn’t be unsung

I beg all these rappers invest in an atlas

You’re still in your mum’s drum

Dun dun dun dippin' out of that

Dun likkle man ting

I can’t be riskin all of that shit

If I’m on a mission tryna be the king

That’s kinda dumb

Done diggin in a rut

Tryna see if something shinier than what I’m diggin' with

Disciplinin' an then I vision it

Bigger fish they wanna mirror it

I’m not a copycat

But the classmates wan' copy man

I had to camouflage a lickle bit

I felt a lickle violated if I’m honest

And a nigga lookin' at me in the wrong way

Is going one way

I’m on a runway

I’m on a plane now

I’m going somewhere

They wanna level with me

That’s some day

I’m on big big big business

Ca with the pen and pad they couldn’t mirror dis

Them man are lickle man

Dem mans some lickle fish

I’m kinda oceanic

Did you get my drift?

There on a dip dip dip do suttin

On the high street in a new suttin

That’s my wave I recoup what I’ve spent, I ain’t really tryna lose nuttin I’m

done

Nothin' I’m dun

Ay you know what?

The whole ting dun

Ain’t lying fam the whole ting dun

Said the whole ting dun

Dun dun dun dun diggity dun dun

It’s like, dun, dun dun

Diggity dun dun

Look at the thumb

Look at the gun

Look at 'em run

Back of the tracks, uh

Back in the basement

Back in the raps

Back in the trap

Packin' a mac in the back of the Ac'

What happened to rap?

Can happen to you I just happen to rap

And this where it’s happening at

Where rapping is back

I’m asking what happened to that?

Too many flashin the vac

Two and they’re flasher than racks

Two in your back

I’m doing ya two and a half cause ya’ll wasn’t doing the math

This algorithm

Just a fraction I’m so efficient

While in addition

I’m subtracting they whole division

With precision

Written by yours truly

Who he?

Old schooly

Freshmen do not move me (Oo-wee)

Nothing to prove

When you ain’t got nothin', nothin' to lose

You fools, you will be nothin' but food

Cause I ain’t got nothin' to do

Methods the dude

The room is lit, I’m setting the mood

Setting the rule

Turn a vegan to a vegetable

Ay you know what?

The whole ting dun

Ain’t lying fam the whole ting dun

Said the whole ting dun

Dun dun dun dun diggity dun dun

Ay, trappin' and rackin' up

Stash in the attic or

Shackles in Attica, asafa asafa

Back of the track for them fattier rapper atttttattttatttaattaa

Don’t interrupt man

You nowhere near bad enough

Tryna catch up wid us

Na go der sa, ya hing now

Ménage à trois wid her

With a quality camera

Puffin' the annanas

It’s mano-e-mano

Ain’t nobody better

Mi llamo the Swagga Don

I got the energy enemy better be

Readily ready for all of da badder man

I, me and myself and I

Look how I multiply

Look at the rising tide

Look at them try defy

Clock em behind the eye

In a rap attack I’ll wrap or tackle em

Pick a pattern I will batter them

Ineffective with your chatterin'

Inefficient with your stamina

In denial, they should pack it in

Inappropriately natterin'

Independently embarrassin'

Introverted yet so arrogant

It’s apparent you ain’t managin'

It’s apparent you are stammerin'

It’s apparent you are panickin'

It’s apparent you are parrotin'

It’s apparent you a pain

I never saw such a mug in my life and I don’t wanna see you again

The M and the E and the T and the H

And the O and the D ain’t the same

So bring it to Wizzy or Meth on the track and we cookin' the frame in the pave

The ting dun

Ay you know what?

The whole ting dun

Ain’t lying fam the whole ting dun

Said the whole ting dun

Dun dun dun dun diggity dun dun