Air Strike (feat. R.A. The Rugged Man)
R.A
Four Owls
Takin' over, son
Let's go
Yeah it's non-stop like fiends to crack rock
Money that you ain't got
Tryna get to sunny place for the new spot
Change your face like a new ark
To a doggy or a new bark
All your fans love you till you went pop
We hip-hop like head-spins in parking lots
Put it back together like cars in chopping shop
The shit's real but the fans forgot
Like mans that bomb snakes
Baby word to Cot
We pass high
Sat lookin' over your necktie
Fret-wires harder than the ones with the chest size
And chastise
Shine comin' back like the cat's eyes
Takin' what you got like the fat guy
Let 'em in on whim like a bomb inside a bin
Listen in this is Jim
Hear me like a first hymn
Never been and never will till we in store
R.A. and the Four like the R.A.F. at war
Old universes are gone see the remnants
Mood in the room gettin' hot
Feel the tension
The sickness and the medicine
Apply both and I hope that I cope well
Ride pressure never coat-tails
I don't need it
Many egos prayin' I'll spark I won't feed 'em
Never stop movin'
Forgot we were human
Tricks of the trade
Charge to the game
Party in the front
Business in the back room
We're not tryna sit around listenin' for the bad news
Check the momentum we gain it's powerful
King in the game new reigns out to shower you
They call dumb shit power moves
Steppin' out the blue found a new racer thing
It's paper-thin chances you could take the win
Saw them flex at the weigh in and get weighed in
Damn why they do you like that?
I don't know
Shoulda shut the fuck up I guess
Tryna think straight with that hate in your mind
It's like tryna balance on the blade of a knife
Airborne like a virus
Drunk but still the pilot
Words touch grooves like the stylus
Kill 'em all with their own silence
Style kinds peg-legged
Circle this island like pirates
From the sediment
Vibes attached to the gold like wedding ring
We does this like this
Fuck your preference
Boss man like the president
Don't teach but could ask how the lesson went
'Cause shit's wack now
Soundin' like a bunch of rappers on smack
I'm just tryna being 'em back down
Shouldn't give 'em any cash
Someone should be sacked
Givin' 'em slack since all the twats comin' back 'round
We're rap titans
Shit's self-professed but who's fightin'?
A lot puffin' out their chest but proof's right
In truce they move silent
All too frightened want peace but speak violent
I'm old still rappin' and spillin' my liquor cabinet
Woop! Woop! Killin' a rapper
That be the ambulance
Calculate damage
You're grabbin' at a axe
Still don't bring back passion to rappin'
We know carelessness
Motherfuckers makin' a wack track
It's blasphemous
Can't backtrack like cap to back up this
Wanna chat that shit about slappin' a bitch
Lackin' the chips
They can't stand out like a cat with a lisp
Yeah karma takes life like cancer sticks
I'm 6' 4" leave you short like a acronym
Leaf made the beat
We bring it more no pamperin'
Everybody's scamperin' mainstream tamperin'
Go direct to the set no meanderin'
I'll die yes
Before I digress
Because I write text to bring life to the dead
Go hyper yes
See my ghost in the flesh
You dreamin' to die for
I spray Lysol in your eyeball
I eat glass mash my dick through rockfall
I'm a werewolf when the night fall
Jake Gyllenhaal when I Nightcrawl
Body parts when I brawl
Momma done told me I need to grow up
Broke no luck
I don't give a fuck so what
Woke up next to the neighborhood coke slut
Coked up with the flesh in her nose tore up
A little bit of Sean P
A little bit of Ozzy
White bitch Christmas hoes sniff blow Bing Crosby
Arabian prince bitch got a big posse
The Lone Ranger Tonto kemosabe
The immigrant and I be knockin' on your border
This is Sodom and Gomorrah
Whether be it in the Bible or the father of the Torah
Got 'em on the bottom rockin' a fedora
Droppin' 'em in order when I'm shockin' a reporter
Break into the spot
Make it to the top
Take it up a notch
Decorate the watch like a billionaire
Crotch dance art form
Pants gone porn
I got more juice than Lance Armstrong ha
Four Owls
Takin' over, son
Let's go
Yeah it's non-stop like fiends to crack rock
Money that you ain't got
Tryna get to sunny place for the new spot
Change your face like a new ark
To a doggy or a new bark
All your fans love you till you went pop
We hip-hop like head-spins in parking lots
Put it back together like cars in chopping shop
The shit's real but the fans forgot
Like mans that bomb snakes
Baby word to Cot
We pass high
Sat lookin' over your necktie
Fret-wires harder than the ones with the chest size
And chastise
Shine comin' back like the cat's eyes
Takin' what you got like the fat guy
Let 'em in on whim like a bomb inside a bin
Listen in this is Jim
Hear me like a first hymn
Never been and never will till we in store
R.A. and the Four like the R.A.F. at war
Old universes are gone see the remnants
Mood in the room gettin' hot
Feel the tension
The sickness and the medicine
Apply both and I hope that I cope well
Ride pressure never coat-tails
I don't need it
Many egos prayin' I'll spark I won't feed 'em
Never stop movin'
Forgot we were human
Tricks of the trade
Charge to the game
Party in the front
Business in the back room
We're not tryna sit around listenin' for the bad news
Check the momentum we gain it's powerful
King in the game new reigns out to shower you
They call dumb shit power moves
Steppin' out the blue found a new racer thing
It's paper-thin chances you could take the win
Saw them flex at the weigh in and get weighed in
Damn why they do you like that?
I don't know
Shoulda shut the fuck up I guess
Tryna think straight with that hate in your mind
It's like tryna balance on the blade of a knife
Airborne like a virus
Drunk but still the pilot
Words touch grooves like the stylus
Kill 'em all with their own silence
Style kinds peg-legged
Circle this island like pirates
From the sediment
Vibes attached to the gold like wedding ring
We does this like this
Fuck your preference
Boss man like the president
Don't teach but could ask how the lesson went
'Cause shit's wack now
Soundin' like a bunch of rappers on smack
I'm just tryna being 'em back down
Shouldn't give 'em any cash
Someone should be sacked
Givin' 'em slack since all the twats comin' back 'round
We're rap titans
Shit's self-professed but who's fightin'?
A lot puffin' out their chest but proof's right
In truce they move silent
All too frightened want peace but speak violent
I'm old still rappin' and spillin' my liquor cabinet
Woop! Woop! Killin' a rapper
That be the ambulance
Calculate damage
You're grabbin' at a axe
Still don't bring back passion to rappin'
We know carelessness
Motherfuckers makin' a wack track
It's blasphemous
Can't backtrack like cap to back up this
Wanna chat that shit about slappin' a bitch
Lackin' the chips
They can't stand out like a cat with a lisp
Yeah karma takes life like cancer sticks
I'm 6' 4" leave you short like a acronym
Leaf made the beat
We bring it more no pamperin'
Everybody's scamperin' mainstream tamperin'
Go direct to the set no meanderin'
I'll die yes
Before I digress
Because I write text to bring life to the dead
Go hyper yes
See my ghost in the flesh
You dreamin' to die for
I spray Lysol in your eyeball
I eat glass mash my dick through rockfall
I'm a werewolf when the night fall
Jake Gyllenhaal when I Nightcrawl
Body parts when I brawl
Momma done told me I need to grow up
Broke no luck
I don't give a fuck so what
Woke up next to the neighborhood coke slut
Coked up with the flesh in her nose tore up
A little bit of Sean P
A little bit of Ozzy
White bitch Christmas hoes sniff blow Bing Crosby
Arabian prince bitch got a big posse
The Lone Ranger Tonto kemosabe
The immigrant and I be knockin' on your border
This is Sodom and Gomorrah
Whether be it in the Bible or the father of the Torah
Got 'em on the bottom rockin' a fedora
Droppin' 'em in order when I'm shockin' a reporter
Break into the spot
Make it to the top
Take it up a notch
Decorate the watch like a billionaire
Crotch dance art form
Pants gone porn
I got more juice than Lance Armstrong ha
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Conning, James Warden Leigh, Joshua Adam Davey, Alexander Gerrard Whitehead, Ryan Thornburn
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