Dawn of a New Day - The Four Owls, Smellington Piff

They wanna take the rap game and colonise

Make it all Dollar signs, even when you’re gone

Cut your meat with a doner knife

Feeding off the dead like a rotten fly

Not on my watch Look far 'cause I have got a mind of my own

The underground champion

The plate spinning juggler

The no time having

They tryna treat me like I’m nothing

I’m like fuck it, I’m above it got no time for them slow mind rappers

You find me up before the sunrise sharpening the mind

Ready for the new day part of a design so follow behind or swallow your pride

We rap for the passion now, not for the shine (nah)

I follow my mind, I follow my heart

I got on a path and now they’re watching it hard, we stay dropping this art

We know that you like, the flow is designed to creep in and ease open your mind

Many man are up in the manor, chatting bollocks, acting like they copped the

product

But they never opened their wallet (nah)

It’s not honest, I stay on it

High like unidentified flying objects, spinning head from the cro' that stinks

like Dog Breath

Check my progress my prospects a lot yes

Yours has got about as much potential as a cot death

People think I’m mental like I said I saw the loch ness

My pen and pad are explosive so I rock a bomb vest

Forever making bangers, the fans are screaming yo what’s next?

the other hand

with the the are getting got yes, I’m miscellaneous with the flavours repping

your cranium

I fucking hate police and there’s nothing I can say to them

We’re the real citizens and they continue failing em'

If I had some bloody time I’d make a fucking case with em'

Draw the lyrical four fifth cock it back and aim at em'

Things are changing a dawn of a new day

Four owls front of the crusade

You don’t like it fuck what you say

We’re like the drugs you take we play on

Yeah, yo, we’re here to help the movement like muscle therapy

With more stone heads than a old cemetery

They say that it’s dead, it’s just a old memory

The money they were making was never what this meant to me

Next century they’ll look to this time

They say the music was controlled by the old pound sign

Too scared to speak their mind like a shook witness

On your girls wish list

Speak my verse like my first debut you passed it like a zoot that your boy gave

you

It ain’t nothing new they’re expecting their wealth

Sucking their own dicks so they’re full of themselves

I’m Rich with no wealth words are my currency

You’re just half of the truth like the news on what’s currently

Run urgently it’s an emergency so sick we got a HF infirmary

I fire these arrows on point like my name was Robin Hood

You got beef?

I’m hungry it won’t do you a lot of good

So much breeze these days it feels like there’s a door open

I won’t touch you but it feels like your jaw’s broken

Pure hoping the focus will flop man they must be smoking some rock

You’d have to kill us for explosions to stop, dawn of a new day, but never pop

I hope that forever rocks I’ll be over where the clever sat and watched

Burn Mc’s like bags of Kush Kiaia

See kids but we take flight and push it higher

Like a shit flyer

Never deny a sick mc they’ll still be here after the fire

Cus it’s skill or be skilled, lose faith or rise up again

Or fade away like who?

The lost and forgotten men

Keep it raw, always speak from the core

While they’re sleeping we’ll be coming out to eat at the dawn

Things are changing a dawn of a new day

Four owls front of the crusade

You don’t like it fuck what you say

We’re like the drugs you take we play on

Yeah, Yeah, brace for impact, When punchlines connect

Your noggin bop back and forth till you break ya neck

Lay dormant, discovered like an ancient wreck

Brainstorming we’re nothing till we’re payed respect

The days dawning when time and itself was stopped

And man-made machines rise up to kill the flock

Stop following open your eyes and start acknowledging

Economy’s crashed like going too fast when cornering

Until the coroner come and collect us

We solemnly swear to drop joints for the collectors

Fuck the radio for always playing the same shit

And fuck the government tryna politically correct us

When they’re dead and gone ain’t nobody gonna remember them

When we’re dead and buried the music will resurrect us

The early bird a get the worm four owls and a vulture watch the tables turn