Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lights Off, artist - The Four Owls. Album song Nature's Greatest Mystery, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Lights Off |
Yeah, when I feel like the fight’s lost |
That’s the day I turn my lights off |
Paint my face a shade of tailor made white wash |
Looking at the sun, I hold a seance for my rhymes lost |
They might be gone but they’re still there when the time stops |
Rewind on my clock, my book’s like no one else’s |
Drip of blood, trends phrase out a felt tip |
No fabrication so my senses felt it |
Emancipation of equality from coppers policy |
When these top collar wankers who stepping, forgot their honesty |
Honestly, man you know i’m classical like Socrates |
Yamming up all the broccoli |
That’s why they all be clocking me |
Like I’m a foreign oddity, study me like astrology |
Body the flow phenomenally |
Nuttin' ain’t stopping the Owls, we’re like a colony |
We bring the real music back, like its supposed to be |
We’re in demand like the produce of the cocoa leaves |
See the similarity, we’re moving so ferociously but we don’t need a boat cause' |
we’re flying above the ocean seas |
With flows like THC, they’re stuffed full of potency so the world is lean |
The rebel, renegade, must stay blazing up the track, with he pepper spray |
You can check that its all facts on my resume, cause' i don’t shit talk |
Hell spawn stab him in the heart with a pitch fork |
I’m not conforming, you’re performing, like an organ grinder in the Bayswater |
cypher |
I carry weight no back spasm, Black Sabbath, I shoot the wheels off your |
band-wagon |
You catch dwelling in the cellar like phantasm |
Godfather shit pull strings like i’m Santana |
Keep the raw shit living, so praise me |
Far from disposable some say brain fiend |
You’re not feeling it? |
Fuck you, don’t pay me |
Your crew’s a bunch of tits, I’ll catch you on page three |
Take deep pulls of the cancer fumes, contemplating kill mics and kill stages |
All within the ideals I was raised with, true hip hop, and I ain’t thinking |
about changing |
Not presentable, I ain’t thinking about shaving |
Or dressing up, dancing about, for your playlists |
We’re here, and it’s time for the mutiny |
Do what I do, I don’t care what you can do to me |
No mind for scrutiny unless it’s respected |
I’ll keep flicking my brush til' this art is perfected |
Skill gets neglected, no love will accept it |
The audience’d love it but they haven’t checked it |
Slept or some cunt under the rug brushed it |
Took the wage and left the product un-published |
We’re riding a new wave, nothing in the world has changed |
We just explode with our thoughts from our brain |
Rhymes cut with precision like tracks fit a train |
Old and new school unite through the beat that is played |
I’m high like the Himalayans. |
I love music |
I’ve seen them abuse it, I’m here to improve it |
I know why I do this, raw breaks to acoustic, and show love to anybody that’s |
included |
For every bar that I spit, an emcee ovulates |
I’m calm like the monk on the mountain that meditates |
I’m the reason why the cancer accelerates |
I use the part of the brain you need when you levitate |
You’re about to change your fate, you shouldn’t under estimate |
I contemplate and treat small things like they were great |
Dig crates and the breaks like (we're dustin' off the takes) |
We’re here to break ground just like an earthquake |
All my Owls are high son, make no mistake |
You’ll get yourself trapped like all our bars and steal gates |
Loops are getting chopped like old reel tapes |
I got lines like the kiddies selling shines in your estate |
I’m 'bout to be the great, conquer bird like |
You spend a lifetime on the beat tryin' to re-mend this |
But in the end it’s, real proof you ain’t shit cuz like Hendricks |
Even when I’m dying i’m shining on |