Owl* (feat. olivier*)

Yo, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah look You talk, real talk, huh buster? K, you hard but you spit a lot of husbah Fondly, I remember the come up Hard leave, fists clenched, I was eager to rumble Blood clot, discourage post tumble Instrumentals talk louder than you Bubbling rappers, cashing out on incumbents A cosign, don't mean shit Enough of rappers who can't rap Talk tough with a tool in they backpack Mad hatter fallacies spread mad cap Disseminate potent the loudest I pounce, panther Change life like diagnose cancer You hate at first, but big fancer Validation to rockin' club bouncers You weird, get help So much shit under my belt Look, so much shit under my belt Please send H-h-h-elp So, hit em So you find leisure the endless road through high-grade fever I took a guess with a different teacher Leader in me indulge bad weather It's only a matter of time Tell him in the eye of your hurricane Drop dead Looking at my knuckles I've been welling up with tears Every little blemish have a story to tell Hit em, from the truth to the back of a novel The whole story cut at arrival, said Hm, I said, hit em, cut loose, that too The news didn't matter as much as the view Didn't really help you neither, the birds nest didn't feel the need to teeter Yeah, I'm gon' grow like roses Better men like me lay off stash I slide and dash My knuckles cut from a mirror Shards made it clearer You can migrate Give your nose another temperature Take in literature Yeah, but my owl I can hear in the winter So how do you figure?