Air Strike - The Four Owls, R.A. The Rugged Man

Four Owls

Takin' over, son

Let’s go

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

Old universes are gone, see the remnants

Mood in the room gettin' hot, feel the tension

The sickness and the medicine

Apply both and I hope that I cope well

Ride pressure, never coat-tails

I don’t need it

Many egos prayin' I’ll spark, I won’t feed 'em

Never stop movin', forgot we were human

Tricks of the trade, charge to the game

Party in the front, business in the back room

We’re not tryna sit around listenin' for the bad news

Check the momentum we gain, it’s powerful

King in the game, new reigns out to shower you

They call dumb shit power moves

Steppin' out the blue, found a new racer thing

It’s paper-thin chances you could take the win

Saw them flex at the weigh in and get weighed in

Damn, why they do you like that?

I don’t know, shoulda shut the fuck up, I guess

Tryna think straight with that hate in your mind

It’s like tryna balance on the blade of a knife

Airborne like a virus

Drunk but still the pilot

Words touch grooves like the stylus

Kill 'em all with their own silence

Style kinds peg-legged, circle this island like pirates

From the sediment, vibes attached to the gold like wedding ring

We does this like this, fuck your preference

Boss man like the president

Don’t teach but could ask how the lesson went

'Cause shit’s wack now

Soundin' like a bunch of rappers on smack

I’m just tryna being 'em back down

Shouldn’t give 'em any cash, someone should be sacked

Givin' 'em slack, since all the twats comin' back 'round

We’re rap titans, shit’s self-professed but who’s fightin'?

A lot puffin' out their chest but proof’s right

In truce they move silent

All too frightened, want peace but speak violent

I’m old, still rappin' and spillin' my liquor cabinet

Woop!

Woop!

Killin' a rapper, that be the ambulance

Calculate damage, you’re grabbin' at a axe

Still don’t bring back passion to rappin', we know carelessness

Motherfuckers makin' a wack track, it’s blasphemous

Can’t backtrack like cap to back up this

Wanna chat that shit about slappin' a bitch

Lackin' the chips, they can’t stand out like a cat with a lisp

Yeah karma takes life like cancer sticks

I’m 6' 4″, leave you short like a acronym

Leaf made the beat, we bring it more, no pamperin'

Everybody’s scamperin', mainstream tamperin'

Go direct to the set, no meanderin'

I’ll die, yes, before I digress

Because I write text to bring life to the dead

Go hyper, yes, see my ghost in the flesh

You dreamin' to die for

I spray Lysol in your eyeball

I eat glass, mash my dick through rockfall

I’m a werewolf when the night fall

Jake Gyllenhaal when I Nightcrawl

Body parts when I brawl

Momma done told me I need to grow up

Broke, no luck, I don’t give a fuck, so what

Woke up next to the neighborhood coke slut

Coked up with the flesh in her nose tore up

A little bit of Sean P, a little bit of Ozzy

White bitch, Christmas, hoes sniff blow, Bing Crosby

Arabian prince, bitch, got a big posse

The Lone Ranger, Tonto, kemosabe

The immigrant and I be knockin' on your border

This is Sodom and Gomorrah

Whether be it in the Bible or the father of the Torah

Got 'em on the bottom rockin' a fedora

Droppin' 'em in order when I’m shockin' a reporter

Break into the spot, make it to the top

Take it up a notch, decorate the watch like a billionaire

Crotch dance art form, pants gone porn

I got more juice than Lance Armstrong, ha