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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Four Owls
The Four Owls
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Leigh
James Leigh
Composer

Songteksten

Yo, yo, yo, yo Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The four owls taking silent flight They didn't hear us approach, we vibe in the night And you can find me off in the field and spitting Spot prey in my binocular field of vision When we drop, they flock, the appeal is wisdom Heading back to the top with a fearless vision With the mic in our talons, rise to the challenge Like life in the balance, hit 'em with a different language Slap bird brains like a tambourine Hang between the trees 'til we swoop, swoop The owls are back again, haters can't ascertain Try trap us but we're braking out the coop, coop In my habitat on the tracks, it's astounding 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 (yeah) The owls gaze, picks preys here for years Sick sprays from the beak when there's children to feed In the nest, they wanna leave, they form wings to breed Born to be fly, so it's only right I hit the breeze While Big Owl's screaming "Jeheeze", from the other trees Rusty and T are looking keen so it's time to leave You hear the swoop behind lines, you wouldn't get pass it You're talking to the blue prints for the stealth aircraft Smooth with the crash move like a lightning flash With accurate precision, pinpoint you in the grass The mice like to laugh but don't see the attack We've been starving in the nest tryna bring this shit back It's a fact, any movement underground, I'm clocking Dropping from a thousand feet to what sound unlocking Devouring the beat, flying like I was arrow in the fleet Now my card like a tarot when I speak I let my head swivel, think fast, act quick Hammer it like chisels, not on the toes Yet I'm throwing up these owl pellets, bones, throwing skin And other things I couldn't digest residing in the ends To always have the most benefits and this be my home So I'm sourcing to perfect the pit, a nice twiggy entrance And a bed made of better things Feathers on my face that channel sounds that enter earholes The range is astounding that my brain starts housing A three-dimensional audio map of my surroundings Mouse to a vole, all their getting owned I don't give a flying fuck, I'm yamming them whole though Here's to our screech, 'cause my catch phrase "Jeheeze" Wisdom's deep, talons like a dactyl Two in front, two in back a target then snatch Grip like tractors on a track It's the raptors in the pack, four owls and we're back From the egg, watch it hatch, now we're colonizing areas The local wildlife changes and things become scared of us Even your top dog will shit when the attack's planned All you'll see is two wings, like the signalling for Batman Known to swoop, known to chill when the time's right Operate by the moon, give a fuck about the limelight Just turn my head, while they're tripping on their hindsight Must be talking 'bout my eyes when they're saying that my lines tight Never track me, mysterious map readings Only at night but they heard hoots from that region Stay elusive 'cause we hungry and the pack's feeding Swoop on rats and leave 'em twitching with their gash bleeding Flap, flap, that's just the wings but my mind's focused So precise I can pickpocket a flying locust And now we get burned and misrepresented But still the greatest hunter that nature ever invented
Writer(s): Thomas Conning, Joshua Adam Davey, James Warden Leigh, Alexander Gerrard Whitehead Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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