sound the alarm

Singer: four owls, the

block the exit

call security

its the owls

the owls

nocturnal instincts

outdoing myself like public masturbation

there's only gold that i find like egyptian casing

shit hits harder than the blunt that they're lacing

running down the street like smokey when they're chasing

like customs out for the right cheque

it's the rhyme vet

i stay grounded like a side step

dialects higher

only few could ever grasp him

scientists are warning like it's godzilla passing

so unique that the government are marking him

hunt me down like i had the super power harbouring

harnessing my strength would be a problem for all

what's left is turned loose like an opening tour

people always say yes become a crime lord

put your hands together like your standing on the diveboard

hard headed like i'm really half cyborg

uplift the nation but only playing the right chords

yo

so now we switching up the frame like we benching weights

we were meant to play centre stage

when i tread the maze

set the pace

step away from the vehicle. i don't know your destiny

i give them hits but then i get to keep the rest of me

my nerves are jumping all over and it's starting to get to me

is it really telepathy? am i reading it mentally?

where does the adventure lead? guess we finding out eventually

the centerpiece of the table

i'm never leaving

i'm faithful

the recipe they're unable to copy. maybe they got me

tables are turning and nature is working its magic

i'm swerving the track

bursting the barriers

watching how good people are turning to savages

observing the damages like damn this shit

i don't understand this shit

was acting like a captain and he just abandoned ship

shit

everywhere i go

i'm moving on the low

holding down the show with a bag of dro

old school like casio watches when he flow

never know

how the flow get switch up

when i swap it

like the topics shit will heat up like the tropics

you'll get held up like a hostage

that's my final diagnostic

throw you in a giant mosh pit

taking all your dosh until

your life is what the final cost is here's

some a class lines you better get crushing

'till your rushing dilate your pupils dunkno they let the sun in

they lie awake buzzing wilding from the substance

hyperventilating to these lines and percussion

are they white or rhyming substance iron eyes in abundance

that's the oneness that's wanted like hunters

i wonder where the blunt is spin another one and bun it

am i on it?

that's a hundred

so i'm out here rhyme fronting

i'm repping from the gutter of the cities to the bumpkins

the barbarian of sound. banging my chest

i rock a barb wire crown

bin bag as a vest

the scrap pile king. police are back filing

but they gonna have the resurrect elliot ness

i'm telling you straight

llywelyn the great

my troops record the revolution and send me the tapes

wives fanning me with palm leaves sending me grapes

or it's off with their heads call me henry the viii'th

i'm followed by the thunder and the snow and i won't be happy until this world is under my control

where the light is

we're coming from the other side

my vampires attack until the sun arise

why the fuck you acting unsurprised

the dark lord up in the death star

above the skies

illegitimate king

you best believe this shit

i'm beheading anyone that's questioning my leadership

back with a bang

hatching a plan

to be a prodigy the same time fatter the land

i used to smoke hash with my nan

she told me that we stick it to the man

that the cash took the knowledge and ran

from the land of the hippy

divvy the mud pie

not mississippi. from a drip and if you want to get drippy

like strizzy went from sticks to the city bricks and the kitty leave

women singing it's a pity but it ain't really

never a diva

seal or the beaver and there's a bunch of shit rappers

that don't fuck with me

don't fuck with them either

bunch of g's up in britain

always has been police

trust the procedure

so we ebeneezer goode

i ain't your usual bad character

actually nice

but still abuse and embarrass you face to face

don't take the place of the amateur

i've seen it happen before

they think they coming raw but the get blinded by the camera

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