Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Four Owls
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Leigh
Songwriter
Alexander Whitehead
Songwriter
Thomas Conning
Songwriter
Joshua Davey
Songwriter
Llewellyn Owen
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Outdoing myself like public masturbation
It's only gold that I find like Egyptian casing
Shit hits harder than the blunt that they're lacing
Running down the street like Smokey when they're chasing
Like customs out for the right cheque
It's the rhyme vet, I stay grounded like a slide step
Dialect giant, only few could ever grasp him
Scientists are warning like it's Godzilla passing
So unique that the government are marking him
Hunt me down like I had a super power harbouring
Harnessing my strength will be a problem for all
What's left is turned loose like an opening door
People always say yes like I'm a crime lord
Put your hands together like your standing on a dive board
Hard headed like I'm really half cyborg
Uplift the nation by only playing the right chords
[Verse 2]
Yo, so now we're switching up the frame like we're benching weights
We were meant to play centre stage
When I tread the maze, set the pace
Step away from the vehicle, I don't know your destiny
I give 'em this but then I get to keep the rest of me
My nerves are jumping all over and it's starting to get to me
Is it really telepathy? Am I reading it mentally?
Where does the adventure lead? Guess we're finding out eventually
The centrepiece of the table, I'm never leaving, I'm faithful
The recipe they're unable to copy
Maybe they got me, tables are turning and nature is working its magic
I'm swerving the track, bursting the barriers
Watching how good people are turning to savages
Observing the damages like, "Damn this shit"
I don't understand this shit
Was acting like a captain then he just abandoned ship
[Verse 3]
Everywhere I go, I'm moving on the low
Holding down a show with a bag of 'dro
Old school like Casio watches wanna flow
Never know how the flow get switched up when I swap it like the topic
Shit'll heat up like the tropics
You get held down like a hostage
That's my final day, agnostic
Throw you in a giant mosh pit
Taking all you dosh until your life is what the final cost is
Here's some A-class lines, you better get crushing
Till you're rushing, dilated pupils done know, they let the sun in
You lie awake buzzing, wiling from the substance
Hyperventilating to these lines and percussion
Or they write a rhyme in substance, I and I's in abundance
That's the oneness that's wanted like hunters
I wonder where the blunt is, build another one and burn it
Am I on it? That's a hundred
So I'm out here, I ain't fronting
I'm repping from the gutter, rule the cities to the bumpkins
[Verse 4]
The barbarian, the sound, banging my chest
And rock a barbwire crown, bin bag as a vest
The Scrap Pile King, police are back filing
But they gonna have to resurrect Eliot Nes
I'm telling you straight Cruellan the Great
My troops are called the revolution
And send me the tapes
Wives fanning me with palm leaves, sending me grapes
Or it's off with the heads, call me Henry VIII
I'm followed by the thunder and the snow
And I won't be happy until this world is under my control
Where the light is, we're coming from the other side
My vampires attack until the sun arise
Why the fuck you acting unsurprised?
The Dark Lord, I'm in the Death Star above the skies
Illegitimate king, you best believe this shit
I'm beheading anyone that's questioning my leadership
[Verse 5]
Back with a bang, hatching a plan
To be a prodigy, the same time Fat of the Land
I used to smoke hash with my nan
She told me that we stick it to the man
Left the cash, I took the knowledge and ran
From the land of the hippy
Divvy the mud pie up, Mississippi
Throw a drip in if you wanna get trippy
Likes Drizzy, went from sticks to the city, bricks in the kitty
Leave women singing, it's a pity but it ain't really
Never a diva, say no to beef
But there's a bunch of shit rappers that don't fuck with me
Don't fuck with them either
Bunch of Gs up in Britain, always has been
Please trust the procedure, son, we Ebeneezer Goode
I ain't your usual bad character
Actually nice but still abuse and embarrass ya
Face to face, don't take the place of the amateur
I seen it happen before
They think they're coming raw but they get blinded by the camera
Written by: James Leigh, Alexander Whitehead, Thomas Conning, Joshua Davey, Llewellyn Owen