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lirik lagu the four owls - champions

i’m an american psycho, that’s papa from b~k
here with laudy and jenny, platinum three~way
made payola drop to the d~js
so y’all can here me spit a thousand times a weekday
that’s not me talkin’, that’s what the weed says
f~ck you up then check youtube for the replay
these little thugs take it too far and need to chill
your reputation far exceeds your sk!ll
the smell of death has a disgustin’ aroma
but hip~hop ain’t dead it’s just in a coma
bustin’ my chroma
from my throne
let us flow
touch and own a
champagne shims
halfway house
dwell in a place where hatred helps satan
demons, angels divide soul brethrens
skew your meat, call me the psycho american

ayo even shape, call me different forms
so keep your eyes to the floor
’cause theirs snakes in the lore
k!llin’ new liars leave fakes in the morgue
the place you’re right now
that’s the place you’ll be mourned
murder, hopeless, jokers with no motives
choke her, more loud, now in slow motion
a flow glow up i’ve got an overdosage
of potent power, man the world control it
you’re going overboard
like robert maxwell with ya sell sh~t
sometimes i’m selfish
but i get my own way because my ideas are well picked
compare to where i send you, h~ll’s bliss
what makes you ain’t got before you have to
i stay up all hours writin’ in my pad too
motivation, let me see the same
reason why my hands touch the npc
i treat my first line like a coke head treats his ice
when they can’t stand a liter
come on bro, let me know
cast off, this’ll be the one test to pass on
the beat catchers we that do
we stick close, we don’t mask on
so pass up on your girl tits, no thanks
she can be the centerpiece of the leaf dog shrine
all rappers they like customs
they’re waitin’ for the shrine
but like d~js, they can’t mix the floor like a sound
call me b~f~g, but i rob the f~cking giant
i got away with this like punchin’ pigs in the fryer
so keep quiet and remain unnoticed
you can’t sit next to the doc
son your name ain’t otis
remember this before ya under the radar
the games all feel like puttin’ guns in quasar
not long and you fall until you reach the bottom
like doin’ a bungee jump when the ropes forgotten

i bring like like the sun brights
dumb guys can try actin’ clever
but leave lookin’ ’em wise
i tied their words together
so their trippin’ over their lies
hatin’ in my face, but at home be feedin’ on my sh~t like flies
do m~c~ectomies, there’s a lot of treachery
greats that never get to be with the stage or collect a fee
but not those that next to me
we’re raw like sopranos
player choose the musical type and that’s some sore notes
i’ll never get popped up like the pill we’re takin’
there full of sh~t like statements
the governments are makin’
we get recognized by heads like decapitation
i’m the hundred percent proves my level on concentration
we stand firm like statues
we ain’t movin’
so many at like big daddies banks
till we’re proven
stay workin’ and still be broke sh~t
so know the kids before
they have some chronic product, but we smoked it
i was born out ’em ’86
with the top hat and paint and spliff
a single hit will make the day your sh~t
it’s that fruity
bigger than a yak’s booty
the worlds not ‘gon like cops when they’re off duty
stop researching when the street nick and robs and use these
right now start to count and jack your nan’s jewelry
how the tables have turned from more than tom foolery
we move a yute and they a super mutant freak
so you know the coo
that’s how speak when we movin’ our beaks
o~w~ls to the q~unique
there’s no escaping like houdini when you snooze in a sleep
but mussolini won’t be fakin’ a speach
p~ssy dreamin’ when i leap for the beat
slow flow and now a juice has just flooded the streets
not as deep, need the weller is to get you through the heart of the stream
i get the tag, i got my sight on the dream
they call me z but don’t be sleepin’ on me

- lirik lagu the four owls

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