Air Strike The Four Owls (Ft. R.A. The Rugged Man)

[Intro]
R.A
Four Owls
Takin' over, son
Let's go

[Verse 1: Deformed Wing]
Yeah, it's non-stop like fiends to crack rock
Money that you ain't got
Tryna get to sunny place for the new spot
Change your face like a new ark
To a doggy or a new bark
All your fans love you till you went pop
We hip-hop like head-spins in parking lots
Put it back together like cars in chopping shop
The shit's real but the fans forgot
Like mans that bomb snakes, baby, word to Cot
We pass high, sat lookin' over your necktie
Fret-wires harder than the ones with the chest size
And chastise, shine comin' back like the cat's eyes
Takin' what you got like the fat guy
Let 'em in on whim like a bomb inside a bin
Listen in, this is Jim, hear me like a first hymn
Never been and never will till we in store
R.A. and the Four like the R.A.F. at war