Motivation - The Four Owls

I couldn’t really give a fuck about the money see I do this for the love with a

passion that makes me hungry since a grubby little kid on the London tracks

with the skunk trees

To penning four albums and flying out of the country, uniting with my brothers

the owls

The greatest mystery was born and made history

Running HF since 2010, for every minute that’s ticking I’m building,

literally (Why?) (Why?)

Because I live for creativity, I’m still just as hungry, I still can’t calm

down, still got the fire in my heart

You hear the beat it’s loud, passion pumping through my blood like the reefas

clouds

What you’re witnessing unfolding here is elevation and that’s a short cause for

celebration

Within each life there’s no limit to your creation orientation, our placements

in the matrix giving statements to the nation on a daily basis

It’s all vibrations

Yeah, Yeah

Travel more, land in acres, life, the raters, rep retarded drug takers

You get disregarded like most favors when we used to be all about the love like

ravers

Burn em into dust like cremators, rarely signing papers snare snaps like

alligators

In every country like crime orchestrator’s, now they’re banging at your door

like pissed off neighbors

But I love the haters, they only make me stronger, stance low like E. Honda

It’s the beat monster with a hunched posture, got a hunch there’s a pussy on

your roster

Want the raw sound?

It’ll cost ya, I’m talking about a million pound

I have no minions around there’s only legends I’ve found

While you’re trying to play it safe, I break ground

Every noise you make is a snake sound, feel stillness like a ghost town (ghost

town)

Yo (yo), Yeah (yeah), Uh (uh)

So tell me what motivates you?

If you said fame, we don’t hold the same view

Used to chase money now I’m not the same dude

Always spoke from the heart now I got to stay true (got to stay true)

Are you lead by desire or lead by that fire inside to get higher?

(higher)

Or are you lead by a liar who is actually a puppet being lead by a wire?

Dress in black, they detest my attire, little dwarfs trying to walk in the

steps of a giant

Motivated by hatred and pray for destruction of all that is sacred

Many lack motivation In a shapeless void, paranoid, unable to face it

Stubbornly I’m hanging on to love, I embrace it no matter how rough the terrain,

got to brave it

Relaxed being, I paint the picture till they’re seeing

Out to be the stoned statue in the museum

A Flame was lit, tame and whip until I split because I love this more

Suffering from a possessed jaw, run an exorcism you’ll find devils and more

And a heart that’s pure, always did more, still poor and sleeping on the floor

to keep it raw on the ten year tour

Motivated by a force that comes from nature, I love the haters, they’re just

jealous of the dedicators

Never did it for the pennies or sold it out for the jennies, always just

looking for the next twenty

I can’t stop it, like they cut the brake cords, never a chore appreciate it

more like the crowds roar

Show the whingers to the door and put the boot in, this is a movement the

reward is that it feels soothing