Ocean Primed

It’s McCloud defeating Andross Man to man combat get ya bands lost Rhyming with the mask off The champ y’all Its Dr Domes, rockin sockin Robin Holmes Positively not the one to fuck with like people putting stock in homes A conduit for hotter shit to pull the socket from A monumental prophet bringing politics like Stone A Molotov filled armourall and Paul Masson Polished off like a bottle after singing honor songs Warrior music I’m Worf grabbing the bat leth A Basterd who hasn’t got his badge yet Access my assets and flash cash to past debts Max a million treasures then abandon every last chest Cast out a match for every hero I’ve outlasted Trash can through the looking glass and hit the rabbits Tragic when the passive accounts for more than average You couldn’t find The habitat of this talent without an atlas Pallin around with this wiseguy’ll get ya ass kicked Mandatory lessons for the fellowship of wack shit Stationary weapons to dismember any bandits And leave all their fragments in a graveyard for catnip Popping like the vein of Eustace Robin’s topics remain elusive The optics engage when I make a movement It’s Eazy when my reign is ruthless to eliminate the faintest usage of all the pain that getting fame is brewed in Insane like Gruden calling plays away from Tampa Bay I get the thumbs up like Lil Tic pointing thataway I’m going off like bankers be on a Saturday To travel the seas with the hammerheads and the manta rays