The Four Owls

The Four Owls - Rice Torture lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Dang, this here I found a new beginning

Teaching the [?] to make my [?] some fresh linen

Still stripling, head spinning like a cobra with his teeth missing

I came drinking what they're sipping

You can get the Hateorade, the bishop piss

Cuz no-one listens with all of that green light low omissions

Here's a new edition, something no hesitations

All you see is flashin' lights like interrogations

Bad presentation, every word's a revelation

Don't hold samples, hold and leave reservation

Fuck with us like fornication

But on a bus like an urchin on its penetration

Treat a sample like a mommy's preservation

You neva had heart, you're just racing, need a machine to put the pace in

Neva know who's got yo back, like a mason

Stick the tracks like the dog just booed his legging

(Verse 2)

Burn our connections inna yo infection

Cannibal's collections from paranoid reflections

Took classes they would see in a dream

Woke up and found the knowledge in apology(?!) stream

I'm an untrained animal, a Bill Adana of the manual

But keep droppin' it like my hands are full

Something's watchin', but is it followin'?

Case on the table, is it my name to honor it?

But keep maneuverin', I keep it smoother than the average type hooligan

Didn't need but elude my pen

Elude my friends, that's my high focus

Called a doctor, this shit is sick, betta grow the dosage

Comatosed kids when the firm kicks back

Girls pop 'em out so fast, they get tit lash

Too many crip rack, bring Sit Rick back

We'll sing rest in peace to the artists that switch rats

(Verse 3)

My profession's mic murdering

Approach from all angles, I'm climbin' out of all furnishings

See the cops, then I'm swervin' 'em

Free pork chops, nothing but neck I'm servin' em

The queens said I'm burning them

I'm livin' proof you get yo dreams if you work for 'em

I lost memories I've found(?!), I'm writing verse fo' em

Pissy gift now a curse when I is turbulent

When lies occur, protect yo chest like yo sternum does

Sloppy with the flow, yeah, you know it's so permanent

Operculate where the stench of pain permeates

My words are straight out of the curves of a girl I date

Four hours, stay mwoffed(?!), like a burglar's face

Flying so high, we found rap at the pearly gates

Now with a sound that gives the opposite a breakdown

Real recognize real, the skill will take the fakes out

(Verse 4)

Life with unleashed piper tongue teets

Tie yo tongue around yo neck, man, I'm climbin' up beats

The mountaneer, now it's clear, a new cycle

Pedaling fast, then messing with bars, survival

Terror to the eyeballs, effective to the brain

Blood sweat and tears smear over the terrain

It's the part less traveled, the front is unraveling

The fabric disappears, now it's just the hollow mannequins

Standing in the wilderness, bewildered by the silence

Unforgivin' pain hit 'em deep like a sniper

Take yo best shot, fuck 'em up when I get on mobile

Like the virus on yo desktop

I'm pickin' words like the best quotes

Stress not while you see [?] being sent off

The rap got bigger and I'm still singin' F the critics

Been down for years and I'm still gettin' betta with it

Biatch!

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