The Four Owls (The Owls)
The Four Owls (The Owls) - Rice Torture songtekst
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[Verse 1] Dang, this here I found a new beginning Teaching the [?] to make my [?] some fresh linen Still stripling, head spinning like a cobra with his teeth missing I came drinking what they're sipping You can get the Hateorade, the bishop piss Cuz no-one listens with all of that green light low omissions Here's a new edition, something no hesitations All you see is flashin' lights like interrogations Bad presentation, every word's a revelation Don't hold samples, hold and leave reservation Fuck with us like fornication But on a bus like an urchin on its penetration Treat a sample like a mommy's preservation You neva had heart, you're just racing, need a machine to put the pace in Neva know who's got yo back, like a mason Stick the tracks like the dog just booed his legging [Verse 2] Burn our connections inna yo infection Cannibal's collections from paranoid reflections Took classes they would see in a dream Woke up and found the knowledge in apology [?] stream I'm an untrained animal, a Bill Adana of the manual But keep droppin' it like my hands are full Something's watchin', but is it followin'? Case on the table, is it my name to honor it? But keep maneuverin', I keep it smoother than the average type hooligan Didn't need but elude my pen Elude my friends, that's my high focus Called a doctor, this shit is sick, betta grow the dosage Comatosed kids when the firm kicks back Girls pop 'em out so fast, they get tit lash Too many crip rack, bring Sit Rick back We'll sing rest in peace to the artists that switch rats [Verse 3] My profession's mic murdering Approach from all angles, I'm climbin' out of all furnishings See the cops, then I'm swervin' 'em Free pork chops, nothing but neck I'm servin' em The queens said I'm burning them I'm livin' proof you get yo dreams if you work for 'em I lost memories I've found [?], I'm writing verse fo' em Pissy gift now a curse when I is turbulent When lies occur, protect yo chest like yo sternum does Sloppy with the flow, yeah, you know it's so permanent Operculate where the stench of pain permeates My words are straight out of the curves of a girl I date Four hours, stay mwoffed(?!), like a burglar's face Flying so high, we found rap at the pearly gates Now with a sound that gives the opposite a breakdown Real recognize real, the skill will take the fakes out [Verse 4] Life with unleashed piper tongue teets Tie yo tongue around yo neck, man, I'm climbin' up beats The mountaneer, now it's clear, a new cycle Pedaling fast, then messing with bars, survival Terror to the eyeballs, effective to the brain Blood sweat and tears smear over the terrain It's the part less traveled, the front is unraveling The fabric disappears, now it's just the hollow mannequins Standing in the wilderness, bewildered by the silence Unforgivin' pain hit 'em deep like a sniper Take yo best shot, fuck 'em up when I get on mobile Like the virus on yo desktop I'm pickin' words like the best quotes Stress not while you see [?] being sent off The rap got bigger and I'm still singin' F the critics Been down for years and I'm still gettin' betta with it Biatch!