[Verse 1: Fliptrix]
Yeah, when I feel like the fight's lost
That's the day I turn my lights off
Paint my face a shade of tailor made white wash
Looking at the sun, I hold a seance for my rhymes lost
They might be gone but they're still there when the time stops
Rewind on my clock, my book's like no one else's
Drip of blood, trends phrase out a felt tip [?]
No fabrication so my senses felt it
Emancipation of equality from coppers policy [?]
When these top collar wankers who stepping, forgot their honesty
Honestly, man you know i'm classical like Socrates
Yamming up all the broccoli
That's why they all be clocking me
Like I'm a foreign oddity, study me like astrology
Body the flow phenomenally
Nuttin' ain't stopping the Owls, we're like a colony
We bring the real music back, like its supposed to be
We're in demand like the produce of the cocoa leaves
See the similarity, we're moving so ferociously but we don't need a boat cause' we're flying above the ocean seas
With flows like THC, they’re stuffed full of potency so the world is lean [?]
[Verse 2: Verb T]
The rebel, renegade, must stay blazing up the track, with he pepper spray
You can check that its all facts on my resume, cause' i don't shit talk
Hell spawn stab him in the heart with a pitch fork
I'm not conforming, you're performing, like an organ grinder in the Bayswater cypher
I carry weight no back spasm, Black Sabbath, I shoot the wheels off your band-wagon
You catch dwelling in the cellar like phantasm
Godfather shit pull strings like i'm Santana
Keep the raw shit living, so praise me
Far from disposable some say brain fiend
You're not feeling it? Fuck you, don't pay me
Your crew's a bunch of tits, I'll catch you on page three
Take deep pulls of the cancer fumes, contemplating kill mics and kill stages
All within the ideals I was raised with, true hip hop, and I ain't thinking about changing
Not presentable, I ain't thinking about shaving
Or dressing up, dancing about, for your playlists
Yeah, when I feel like the fight's lost
That's the day I turn my lights off
Paint my face a shade of tailor made white wash
Looking at the sun, I hold a seance for my rhymes lost
They might be gone but they're still there when the time stops
Rewind on my clock, my book's like no one else's
Drip of blood, trends phrase out a felt tip [?]
No fabrication so my senses felt it
Emancipation of equality from coppers policy [?]
When these top collar wankers who stepping, forgot their honesty
Honestly, man you know i'm classical like Socrates
Yamming up all the broccoli
That's why they all be clocking me
Like I'm a foreign oddity, study me like astrology
Body the flow phenomenally
Nuttin' ain't stopping the Owls, we're like a colony
We bring the real music back, like its supposed to be
We're in demand like the produce of the cocoa leaves
See the similarity, we're moving so ferociously but we don't need a boat cause' we're flying above the ocean seas
With flows like THC, they’re stuffed full of potency so the world is lean [?]
[Verse 2: Verb T]
The rebel, renegade, must stay blazing up the track, with he pepper spray
You can check that its all facts on my resume, cause' i don't shit talk
Hell spawn stab him in the heart with a pitch fork
I'm not conforming, you're performing, like an organ grinder in the Bayswater cypher
I carry weight no back spasm, Black Sabbath, I shoot the wheels off your band-wagon
You catch dwelling in the cellar like phantasm
Godfather shit pull strings like i'm Santana
Keep the raw shit living, so praise me
Far from disposable some say brain fiend
You're not feeling it? Fuck you, don't pay me
Your crew's a bunch of tits, I'll catch you on page three
Take deep pulls of the cancer fumes, contemplating kill mics and kill stages
All within the ideals I was raised with, true hip hop, and I ain't thinking about changing
Not presentable, I ain't thinking about shaving
Or dressing up, dancing about, for your playlists
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