That's You - Illinformed, Fliptrix, The Four Owls

You only do it for the money so you never made it

Only rap to bang the honey but you only date it

And she ain’t even rate it

Only fucked you cause her friend played it

Real love, you can’t save it

Loop it up and tape it back and recreate it

Hate the opposition if they’re looking like the favourite

He’s lookin like he’ll take it so you try and run him down

The one you never expect is allways gonna take the crown

That’s why my ears to the ground

Hear the Vibrations

Like a thousand elephants stamping on pavements

With a piff fragrance

Dried cannabutter on the apron

I hear them faintly mutter how they hate him

To take the game you gotta break the game

Fuck the fame make it lane deal with shame

And wind up with the same all day

Talking like it’s all in vain

Innevitable ball and chain

But the cycles here for the rain and it won’t be the same

Yo we walk asleep

Reform the scene with our Sorcery

No remorse or walk on the floor

Become course draw with our awful park?

Get applauded accordingly

Listen to voices in my head like i do normally

Do i tell the truth or am i screwing with you audibly

Is this out of character or am i acting Ordinary

Break you down to atoms just to play with you so forcibly

A mother-fucking titan in this game yes i was born to be

Born to see this place like.

mmmmmmm No one could

Putting in the work till we’re never getting overlooked

All these hopeless jokers getting shook then they close the book

The 4 owls keep it straight Hood

So you know it’s good

Till we get extinct like Diplodocus am i going so ferocious

Falling like a loco-motive going coast to coast

We keep the flows alive

Inifinite with the dosage our supply is never ending

Bring the realness to your life

I got form plus I’m ill’ing

So i cut out the «S»

Before you forget let my rhymes slap that shit on they chest

I role with Fliptrix and trust me land them shits on your head

Weed connoisseur i need it like they’re making some bread

See i was born brazzen

Fuck being raised i’m a game degrading

West country beef if you want it straight from the pit with flames in

Ain’t nothing strange they’ll regret the day they let Josh and James in

These creations escaped and took flight and traveled many nations

Verbs down to a T that’s why i roll with him

Heads spin like linoleum

Moment we take control of 'em

Don’t collect rappers but im owning them

Exploding like petroleum

No fair match strike when we’re bowling in

A thin line between hopeless and dopeless

The focus stays high like hopes of jokers wishing we’d choke

Only stop to cough a blunt smoke a red hot poke

And to the scene i seem to breathe fire but really i spoke

You played yourself like Malkovich but how is it

You didn’t see you wern’t the one that’s pulling all the strings though

Looking kinda counterfit, shit tone it down a bit

Brain is all hypnotised need to snap out of it

I see my goals like prey and im pouncing

In my front room meditating on a mountain

Balancing a physical form my spirit was torn

Felt heat like Miami then im hit with a storm

Coming for anything and everything

An unquenchable thrist we from 2 places like a 'Nephalin?'

Between heaven and earth and still trying to settle this

We banging heads like a bunch of rowdy metal kids

Plotting in a sediment return to the dirt

The rotten and the eloquent emerged in the verse

With the twist, whatever it is

Certainly works hope the side effects dont take a turn for the worse!