Big O yeno & Glitch Kid - Olives and Old Jamaica (feat. Keego)

Mum's the word, Big O's flow's absurd
If she gives me two looks then my goal's to flirt
Show these blerts the way home, tell em: law low
With their day old stale toast cos I say so, yeah

Am the best you could expect
Flow make ye put a dent in your headrest
Proper leg stretch, then am '04 Ron Artest
Get away with your stale egg an cress breath, bless

Yes, pressure cos our presence is stress
Make ye sweat, don't mess, make ye change ye
Name like Mos Def, I drain game winners
The fadewaway makes lames late for dinner, in a bit

Uh, flow boss, might fire ye
Swine switch side, enemy to admirer
You can find me catchin the rays
Sat in malaise, fat jabbas ablaze

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Hit the spliff like a free throw (swish)
Keego with Glitch an Big O don't miss
Hit the spliff like a free throw (swish)
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Hit the spliff like a free throw (swish)
Keego with Glitch an Big O don't miss
Hit the spliff like a free throw

Portuguese swordfish, adore Glitch a bit more
Your tunes bore til snore
Run the shop for juice, pop soufflé, scouse Jrue Holiday
Got a tray of edamame on the way
Stop the play, you're small, grab a ball an swish
Jabba tall as a Tacko Fall
Flow switchin, foes are slow an don't listen
Throw it to the low post an am Jokicin
Those dead kids never been in no kitchen

Uh, peppered your net get your nose itchin
Glitch and O with the finish, don't do dishes
Told Keego to deliver with the whiffers
He did it, now am fiendin for a veggie soup, sippin
Carrots and squash, the healthy roots, plenty juice, legumes
A fresh trim for the hedges on my head
Got the fellas on the back of the ped, (yeah)

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Hit the spliff like a free throw (swish)
Keego with Glitch an Big O don't miss
Hit the spliff like a free throw (swish)
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Hit the spliff like a free throw (swish)
Keego with Glitch an Big O don't miss
Hit the spliff like a free throw

Dikembe: dead kids gettin blocked
Teched up, get terrored an a tellin off
Youse don't even inhale properly
Lames remain wastin blaze like Terry Stotts
Falafel wraps, different deli spots, tenderstem
Leave ash at the end of the pen
Clutch tongue muscle, Kobe at the free throw
These know keep their voice low with them weak flows
Rhyme scheme cheat code, cold as 2019 DLo
Foes knees: CP3, D Rose
Smoke Shego, force feedin ye fuego
Burrito with the crushed up tortilla and queso
Recline, Chloe Bailey daydream
Slice asparagus fine, use enough pasta
Cash accruing much faster
Youse are trash dunno who the fuck gassed ye

Coast to coast, flows dope so am bound to boast
Chokers froze with the coldest hesi blow by
Folks cry when I control the microphone
Like a piper send snakes that are snide to home
Big O sittin pretty with my feisty tone
Ankles snapped, put the ice on your sickly bones
Stinky flows from fishy bros who think they blown
The most sick? I think it's Glitch an O, (uh)
Me mystical statements close to physical pastings
Rhythm insane, acidic paper, spit to your miserable brain
Sinister games, if you're playing give ye visions of pain
Make ye deranged with a big fat grin on me face
Been on ye case to change those drapes, they're fake
I make haste impatiently when I'm tasting greatness
Reach legend status, don't make mistakes
Except maybe getting way too baked, ha

(Today we're gonna learn about Big O)

Written by:
Alex McWilliam, Ben Keegan, Omid Mirkhalaf

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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