Original Songtext
von The Four Owls
Original Songtext
Yo!
I′m on the search for knowledge
They're lookin′ at me like Earth to Thomas
Bright star, each bar is like a burning comet
Ex-herbaholic surfin' on a tidal wave
Damn, I just overcooked your brain in a microwave
My mistake
I'm sittin′ wide awake, like the piper, play my tune
People follow, I′ll take you miles away
Yes, I'm your highness for real ′cos my mind is
Lost in the clouds, can't fully raise my eyelids
Building an escape pod, tryin′ to climb inside it
Get away, lookin' for the stars shining vibrant
Dynamite shit, short fuse temper, temper
Vent the tension and I would like to send a mention to your ego
Pretentious fool you sound demented
Out the trenches, you ain′t the trench coat Mafia
And this ain't revenge of the nerds you fuckin' amateur
That is fucked, wrap it up now man I′ve had enough
Find me where the bombs blow
Holes in my foes, still smokin′
Killing enemies with chokeholds
Leave 'em with their wounds open
Just to free their emotions
Then I flee to my barracks
As the house of flying daggers
Like Jackie Chan on tabs of acid
I kill a snake, then I climb a ladder
Trigger tongue is callous
With charisma by the gallon, so were not balanced
I′m on point, while you lack talent
I practice black magic
Plus, I'm strapped with a bag full of gas and a packet of some matches
Not the safety type, raise up the Fahrenheit
You′re goin' down like a motherfuckin′ stalactite
Snap it then I stab your spine, in the black of the night
Then turn your flesh back to life like I'm Frankenstein
I'm bad for your health, like a jam in formaldehyde?
Known as the medicine man, I kill the parasites
Be original
Don′t copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure it′s lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That's how we do
Be original
Don′t copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure it's lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That′s how we bring the image through
Try'n to recite what I write
You might catch a ripped jaw
Lines cut with precision just like a jigsaw
Lyrics hidden like drugs shipped in to this shore
I keep the underground hot, like the Earth does with its core
Attempts are poor, try′n stab me in the back
It's a fight you won't win, like our troops in Iraq
My crew′s known to circle prey, like a wolf pack
Or a riot squad kickin′ or screamin' move back
Fuck these rich kids try′n rap
Straight poor's how they act
But I′ve never heard a real word in a single track
Deal with facts like I'm building a case
What I put in her mouth for the next week, you′ll taste this flow
I can't wait, so I choose to embrace
While you full of fake love, like you're chewing your face
Confused in the race, try′n to make noise
But your playing days are over
Like an athlete when he takes ′roids
Drop raps like a loose grip
Neck-in-the-noose shit
They said that my style's a bit fruity, so I juiced it
Do bondage with the track
And slap heads with the truth′s whip
Pay so much mind to the track, you think I'm two kids
From the year of the tiger, the mind rider
Penetrate the track, so even your girl feels it inside her
Out of place like cider in a posh bar
And kids are sellin′ now
But they'll get toasted ′cos they're pop-tarts
I'm off the chain like a broke bike
Spit shit you won′t like
If you′re hyped, and you're beat, worn out
Screamin′ I'm so tight
′Cos me man I'm more chill
Follow this, more will
I smoke the peace pipe, while I spit lyrical war skills
Most rappers churn hard, like they took four pills
Chew face, lose place in the race ′cos they ain't ill
They're sick if you mean dying, and most of ′em keep tryin′
But they can't see me like they′re in the room I'm gettin′ high in
Be original
Don't copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure it′s lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That's how we do
Be original
Don't copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure it′s lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That′s how we bring the image through
I′m on the search for knowledge
They're lookin′ at me like Earth to Thomas
Bright star, each bar is like a burning comet
Ex-herbaholic surfin' on a tidal wave
Damn, I just overcooked your brain in a microwave
My mistake
I'm sittin′ wide awake, like the piper, play my tune
People follow, I′ll take you miles away
Yes, I'm your highness for real ′cos my mind is
Lost in the clouds, can't fully raise my eyelids
Building an escape pod, tryin′ to climb inside it
Get away, lookin' for the stars shining vibrant
Dynamite shit, short fuse temper, temper
Vent the tension and I would like to send a mention to your ego
Pretentious fool you sound demented
Out the trenches, you ain′t the trench coat Mafia
And this ain't revenge of the nerds you fuckin' amateur
That is fucked, wrap it up now man I′ve had enough
Find me where the bombs blow
Holes in my foes, still smokin′
Killing enemies with chokeholds
Leave 'em with their wounds open
Just to free their emotions
Then I flee to my barracks
As the house of flying daggers
Like Jackie Chan on tabs of acid
I kill a snake, then I climb a ladder
Trigger tongue is callous
With charisma by the gallon, so were not balanced
I′m on point, while you lack talent
I practice black magic
Plus, I'm strapped with a bag full of gas and a packet of some matches
Not the safety type, raise up the Fahrenheit
You′re goin' down like a motherfuckin′ stalactite
Snap it then I stab your spine, in the black of the night
Then turn your flesh back to life like I'm Frankenstein
I'm bad for your health, like a jam in formaldehyde?
Known as the medicine man, I kill the parasites
Be original
Don′t copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure it′s lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That's how we do
Be original
Don′t copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure it's lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That′s how we bring the image through
Try'n to recite what I write
You might catch a ripped jaw
Lines cut with precision just like a jigsaw
Lyrics hidden like drugs shipped in to this shore
I keep the underground hot, like the Earth does with its core
Attempts are poor, try′n stab me in the back
It's a fight you won't win, like our troops in Iraq
My crew′s known to circle prey, like a wolf pack
Or a riot squad kickin′ or screamin' move back
Fuck these rich kids try′n rap
Straight poor's how they act
But I′ve never heard a real word in a single track
Deal with facts like I'm building a case
What I put in her mouth for the next week, you′ll taste this flow
I can't wait, so I choose to embrace
While you full of fake love, like you're chewing your face
Confused in the race, try′n to make noise
But your playing days are over
Like an athlete when he takes ′roids
Drop raps like a loose grip
Neck-in-the-noose shit
They said that my style's a bit fruity, so I juiced it
Do bondage with the track
And slap heads with the truth′s whip
Pay so much mind to the track, you think I'm two kids
From the year of the tiger, the mind rider
Penetrate the track, so even your girl feels it inside her
Out of place like cider in a posh bar
And kids are sellin′ now
But they'll get toasted ′cos they're pop-tarts
I'm off the chain like a broke bike
Spit shit you won′t like
If you′re hyped, and you're beat, worn out
Screamin′ I'm so tight
′Cos me man I'm more chill
Follow this, more will
I smoke the peace pipe, while I spit lyrical war skills
Most rappers churn hard, like they took four pills
Chew face, lose place in the race ′cos they ain't ill
They're sick if you mean dying, and most of ′em keep tryin′
But they can't see me like they′re in the room I'm gettin′ high in
Be original
Don't copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure it′s lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That's how we do
Be original
Don't copy this material
Use your own voice and make sure it′s lyrical
You know you did it right if the kids like to mimic you
Brush to the wax
That′s how we bring the image through
Writer(s): Thomas Conning, James Warden Leigh, Joshua Adam Davey, Alexander Gerrard Whitehead Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com