silent flight
Singer:four owls, the
the four owls taking silent flight
they didn't hear us approach
and you can find me off in the field and spitting
spot prey in my binocular field of vision
heading back to the top with the fearless vision
with the mic in our talons
hit 'em with a different language
slap bird brains like a tambourine
hang between the trees 'til we swoop
try trap us but we braking out the coop
in my habitat on the tracks
feathers on my back that match the surroundings
fans rush 'til the tours get crushed
and my claws spit remains in the dust on the floor
picks preys here for years
sick sprays from the beak when there's children to feed
so it's only right i hit the breeze
while big owl's screaming jeheeze"