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?