air strike

r.a. four owls

takin' over

son

let's go

yeah

it's non-stop like fiends to crack rock

money that you ain't got

tryna get to sunny place for the new spot

change your face like a new ark

to a doggy or a new bark

all your fans love you till you went pop

we hip-hop like head-spins in parking lots

put it back together like cars in chopping shop

the shit's real but the fans forgot

like mans that bomb snakes

baby

word to cot

we pass high

sat lookin' over your necktie

fret-wires harder than the ones with the chest size

and chastise

shine comin' back like the cat's eyes

takin' what you got like the fat guy

let 'em in on whim like a bomb inside a bin

listen in

this is jim

hear me like a first hymn

never been and never will till we in store

r.a. and the four like the r.a.f. at war

old universes are gone

see the remnants

mood in the room gettin' hot

feel the tension

the sickness and the medicine

apply both and i hope that i cope well

ride pressure

never coat-tails

i don't need it

many egos prayin' i'll spark

i won't feed 'em

never stop movin'

forgot we were human

tricks of the trade

charge to the game

party in the front

business in the back room

we're not tryna sit around listenin' for the bad news

check the momentum we gain

it's powerful

king in the game

new reigns out to shower you

they call dumb shit power moves

steppin' out the blue

found a new racer thing

it's paper-thin chances you could take the win

saw them flex at the weigh in and get weighed in

damn

why they do you like that?

i don't know

shoulda shut the fuck up

i guess

tryna think straight with that hate in your mind

it's like tryna balance on the blade of a knife

airborne like a virus

drunk but still the pilot

words touch grooves like the stylus

kill 'em all with their own silence

style kinds peg-legged

circle this island like pirates

from the sediment

vibes attached to the gold like wedding ring

we does this like this

fuck your preference

boss man like the president

don't teach but could ask how the lesson went

'cause shit's wack now

soundin' like a bunch of rappers on smack

i'm just tryna being 'em back down

shouldn't give 'em any cash

someone should be sacked

givin' 'em slack

since all the twats comin' back 'round

we're rap titans

shit's self-professed but who's fightin'?

a lot puffin' out their chest but proof's right

in truce they move silent

all too frightened

want peace but speak violent

i'm old

still rappin' and spillin' my liquor cabinet

woop! woop! killin' a rapper

that be the ambulance

calculate damage

you're grabbin' at a axe

still don't bring back passion to rappin'

we know carelessness

motherfuckers makin' a wack track

it's blasphemous

can't backtrack like cap to back up this

wanna chat that shit about slappin' a bitch

lackin' the chips

they can't stand out like a cat with a lisp

yeah karma takes life like cancer sticks

i'm 6' 4