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The Four Owls

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(앨범: Nature's Greatest Mystery - 2011)


Yo!
I'm on the search for knowledge
They're looking at me like Earth to Thomas
Bright star, each bar is like a burning comet
Ex-herbaholic surfing on a tidle wave
Damn I just overcooked your brain in a microwave
My mistake
I'm sitting wide awake, like the pipe, I play my tune
People follow, I'll take you miles away
Yes I'm your highness for real 'cause my mind is
Lost in the clouds can't fully raise my eyelids
Building an escape pod, trying to climb inside it
Get away, looking for the stars shining vibrant
Dynamite shit, short fuse temper temper
Vent the tension and I would like to send a mention to
Your ego, pretentious fool you sound demented
Out the trenches, you ain't the trench coat Mafia
And this ain't revenge of the nerds you fucking amateur
That is fucked, wrap it up now man I've had enough

Find me where the bombs blow
Holes in my foes still smoking
Killing enemies with choke holds
Leave 'em with their wounds open
Just to free their emotions
Then I flee to my barracks
Haphazard, dodging daggers
Like Jackie Chan on tabs of acid, I kill a snake then I climb a ladder
Trigger tounge is callous
With charisma by the gallons, so we're not balanced
I'm on point while you lack talent
I practice black magic
Plus I'm strapped with a bag full of gas and a packet of some matches
Not the safety type, raise up the Fahrenheit
You're going down like a motherfucking stalagtite
Snap it then I stab your spine, in the black of the night
Then turn your flesh back to life like I'm Frankenstein
I'm bad for your health like a jam in formaldehyde?
Known as the medicine man, I kill the parasites

Be original
Don't copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure its lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That's how we do

Be original
Don't copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure its lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That's how we bring the image through

Try'n to recite what I rap
You might catch a ripped jaw
Lines cut with precision just like a jigsaw
Lyrics hidden like dug shit dig to be sure
I keep the underground up, like the Earth does with its core
A term support, try'n stab me in the back
Its a fact you won't win like our troops in Iraq
My crew's known to circle prey, like a wolf pack
Or a riot squad kicking off screaming move back
Fuck these rich kids try'n rap, straight poor's
How they act, but I've never heard a real word in a single track
Doing facts like I'm building a case
What I put in her mouth for the next week you'll taste its flow
I can't wait so I choose to embrace
Why you full of fake love like you chewing your face
Confused in the race, try'n to make noise
But your playing days are over
Like an athlete when he takes 'roids

Drop raps like a loose grip
Neck in the noose shit
They said that my style's a bit fruity so I juiced it
Do bondage with the track
And slap heads with the truth's whip
Pay so much mind to the track you think I'm two kids
From the year of the tiger, a mind rider
Penetrate the track so even your girl feels it inside her
Out of place like cider in a posh bar
And kids are selling out
But they'll get toasted 'cause they're pop-tarts
I'm off the chain like a broke bike
Spit shit you won't like
If you're hyped and you're beat, worn out
Screaming I'm so tight
'Cause me man I'm more chill
Follow this small world
I smoke the peace pipe, while I spit lyrical war skills
Most rappers churn hard, like they took four pills
Chew face, lose place in the race 'cause they ain't I'll
They're sick if you mean dying and most of 'em keep trying
But they can't see me like they're in the room I'm getting high in

Be original
Don't copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure its lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That's how we do

Be original
Don't copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure its lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That's how we bring the image through

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