rice torture
Singer: four owls, the
the end is where i found a new beginning
teaching a silkworm to make with some fresh linen
still spitting
head spinning like a cobra with his teeth missing
i ain't drinking what they're sipping
you can get the hateorade
the bishop piss
cause no-one listens we're all about green like low emissions
here's a new edition
sent with no hesitation
all you see is flashing' lights like interrogations
bad presentation
every bar's a revelation
don't hold samples
hold and leave reservation
fuck with us like fornication
ready to bust like a virgin on his penetration
treat a sample like a mommy's preservation
you never had heart
you're just racing
need a machine to put the pace in
never know who's got your back
like a mason
stick to tracks like the dog just booed his legging
burnt out connections idiot infection
cannabis collections from paranoid reflections
took classes they would see in a dream
woke up and found the knowledge in a poorer g-string
i'm an untrained animal
i built a dam out of the manual
but keep dropping it like my hands are full
something's watching
but is it following'?
case on the table
is it my name they're honouring?
but keep manoeuvring
i keep it smoother than the average type hooligan
didn't meet but you knew my pen
or knew my friends
that's the high focus
call a doctor
this shit is sick
better grow the dosage
comatose kids when the flow kicks back
girls pop 'em out so fast
they get tit lash
too many quit rap
bring slick rick back
we'll sing rest in peace to the artists that switched rats
my profession's mic murdering
approach from all angles
i'm climbing' out of the furnishings
see the cops
then i'm swerving' 'em
three point shots
nothing but net i'm serving' em
the queens head i'm burning them
i'm living' proof you get yo dreams if you work for 'em
i lost memories like fam
i'm writing verse for em
pissy gift now a curse when i is turbulent
when lies emerge
protect yo chest like yo sternum does
sharpie with the flow
yeah
you know it's so permanent
i percolate where the stench of pain permeates
my words are straight unlike the curves on the girl i date
four owls
stay masked
like a burglar's face
flying so high
we're found right by the pearly gates
now with a sound that gives the opposite a breakdown
real will recognize real
the skill will take the fakes out
live and unleashed viper tongue t
tie your tongue around your neck
man
i'm climbing' up peaks
the mountaineer
now it's clear
a new cycle
pedalling fast
they're messing with our
survival
terror to the eyeballs
effective to the brain
blood sweat and tears smeared over the terrain
it's the path less travelled
the front is unravelling
the fabric disappears
now there's just a hollow mannequin
standing in the wilderness
bewildered by the silence
unforgiving pain hidden deep like a sniper
take yo best shot
fuck 'em up when i got 'em open
like the virus on your desktop
i'm picking words like the best crops
stress not while you seeing red and getting sent off
the rep got bigger and i'm still saying 'f' the critics
been dope for years and i'm still getting better with it
biatch!