punk'em* - owl* Lyrics

You talk real talk a buster
K you hard but you spit a lot of chutzpah
Fondly I remember to come up
Hardly fist clenched I was eager to rumble

Blood clot discouraged post-tumble
Instrumentals talk louder than you
Bubbling rappers cashing out on incumbents
A cosign don't mean shit

Not for rappers who can't rap
Talk tough with a tool in they backpack
Mad hatters fallacies spread mad cap
Disseminate poor taste the loudest

I pounce panther
Change lives like diagnose cancer
You hate at first a big fan sir
Validation derives from club bouncers

You weird get help
So much shit under my belt
So much shit under my

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
Till I'm in the eye of your hurricane
Drop dead looking at my knuckles I been welling up with tears
Every little blemish have its story to tell
Hit 'em
From the truth to the back of a novel
The whole story cut at arrival
Said

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
I'm gon grow like roses better man 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 like it here in the winter so how do you figure?