[Intro: Verb T]
You know the eyes won't see you if you lie low
I said the eyes won't see you if you lie low

[Verse 1: Verb T]
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
[Hook: Verb T]
*Scratching* You know the eyes won't see you if you lie, low
I said the eyes won't see you if you lie, low

[Verse 2: Ocean Wisdom]
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 n***as 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!
N***as, 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
[Hook: Verb T]
*Scratching* You know the eyes won't see you if you lie, low
I said the eyes won't see you if you lie, low