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!

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