Ocean Wisdom - I Exist

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Seckle down, boy\nYou have seckle down a bit\nReign it in\nDial it in\nSeckle down, boy\nWe tired of it\nHe ain’t the king\nNot while I exist\nSeckle down, boy\nYou have seckle down a bit\nReign it in\nDial it in\nSeckle down, boy\nWe tired of it\nHe ain’t the king\nNot while I exist\nRule this land with a iron fist\nHe not the goat 'cause I exist\nI occupy this space and time\nIn front of my soul, my eye lids flick\nMy only enemy here is time\nI beat the clock. Who you tryna tick\nIn this sim\nThe skin my character in OP as shit\nThat’s big wiz maxed out to the brim\nJust floating trough nothing doing nothing but winning\nMy nigga might summon me one or two things\nRub my hands, conjure a king\nThat’s me\nI’m him\nLife try test me, and I grin\nOnly thing a man fear is a black hole\nNot a pussyole trying a ting\nA next human\nAre you mad?\nThe only man I respect. My dad\nThe only man that I fear. Myself\n'Cause I’m a different level of bad\nI hit the belly and got me a bag\nThat’s the only reason I ain’t lock in the can\nThat’s the only reason you ain’t lock in the van\nThat’s the only reason I ain’t torturing men\nI contemplate me a violent axing\nOn any man enforcing taxing\nOn any man with hats and bats and badges\nAn bias to niggas with plaits in\nThis trap. It ain’t just got cats in G\nIt’s got jakes and snakes and rats in\nWhy am I gonna abide by the rules of the club\nWhen you, inbreds, don’t let blacks in?\nI’ve had enough of these Anglo Saxons\nMight turn viking quick and attack them\nNot with a long sword though. With a Mak-10\nChill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill, chill\nCool, cool, cool\nWith a brick of bat then\nBack then I was just patting men down\nAnd taking that blackberry probably slap them\nProbably rub that face on the curb\nWith the back of my hand on their head 'bout badmen\nYou ain’t ever done that steada, just stamping\n'Cause if you do, it’s a strawberry-jam thing\nI’m on a wiz thing not on a gang thing\nI got an inkling. Call it a hankering\nLast time that I saw them men\nIt was in Amsterdam. He got slapped by dampkring\nWe can’t make up. We don’t do pampering\nMan must have thought that a nigga was bantering\n'Til a man had a man running and scampering\nMy screws. Too loose for the tampering\nWound way to tightly for that, my G\nThis success. My only anchoring\nRegulator\nHella flavor\nTell a stranger\nI’m the OG permeator\nBlows my mind. These online badman procrastinators\nYou ain’t winning, if you ain’t got haters\nLike I ain’t living on three acres\nLike I didn’t see them men pull up as archers and leave as skaters\nLike I didn’t just make me a million quid\nFrom bars that I put on these pages\nNew money, but had it for ages\nThat yutes funny\nWe’re all going through phases\nBut the phases that I’m going through right now\nGetting these papers. I’m 'a jaw breaker\nLaw breaker\nFornicator\nGrade alleviator aka draw taker\nSeckle down, boy\nYou have seckle down a bit\nReign it in\nDial it in\nSeckle down, boy\nWe tired of it\nHe ain’t the king\nNot while I exist\nSeckle down, boy\nYou have seckle down a bit\nReign it in\nDial it in\nSeckle down, boy\nWe tired of it\nHe ain’t the king\nNot while I exist