Champions - The Four Owls, Q-Unique

I’m an American psycho, that’s papa from B-K

Here with Laudy and Jenny, Platinum three-way

Made payola drop to the D-Js

So y’all can here me spit a thousand times a weekday

That’s not me talkin', that’s what the weed says

Fuck you up then check youtube for the replay

These little thugs take it too far and need to chill

Your reputation far exceeds your skill

The smell of death has a disgustin' aroma

But hip-hop ain’t dead it’s just in a coma

Bustin' my chroma

From my throne

Let us flow

Touch and own a

Champagne shims

Halfway house

Dwell in a place where hatred helps satan

Demons, angels divide soul brethrens

Skew your meat, call me the psycho American

Ayo even shape, call me different forms

So keep your eyes to the floor

'Cause theirs snakes in the lore

Killin' new liars leave fakes in the morgue

The place you’re right now

That’s the place you’ll be mourned

Murder, hopeless, jokers with no motives

Choke her, more loud, now in slow motion

A flow glow up I’ve got an overdosage

Of potent power, man the world control it

You’re going overboard

Like Robert Maxwell with ya sell shit

Sometimes I’m selfish

But I get my own way because my ideas are well picked

Compare to where I send you, Hell’s bliss

What makes you ain’t got before you have to

I stay up all hours writin' in my pad too

Motivation, let me see the same

Reason why my hands touch the NPC

I treat my first line like a coke head treats his ice

When they can’t stand a liter

Come on bro, let me know

Cast off, this’ll be the one test to pass on

The beat catchers we that do

We stick close, we don’t mask on

So pass up on your girl tits, no thanks

She can be the centerpiece of the Leaf Dog shrine

All rappers they like customs

They’re waitin' for the shrine

But like D-Js, they can’t mix the floor like a sound

Call me B-F-G, but I rob the fucking giant

I got away with this like punchin' pigs in the fryer

So keep quiet and remain unnoticed

You can’t sit next to the doc

Son your name ain’t Otis

Remember this before ya under the radar

The games all feel like puttin' guns in quasar

Not long and you fall until you reach the bottom

Like doin' a bungee jump when the ropes forgotten

I bring like like the sun brights

Dumb guys can try actin' clever

But leave lookin' 'em wise

I tied their words together

So their trippin' over their lies

Hatin' in my face, but at home be feedin' on my shit like flies

Do M-C-ectomies, there’s a lot of treachery

Greats that never get to be with the stage or collect a fee

But not those that next to me

We’re raw like sopranos

Player choose the musical type and that’s some sore notes

I’ll never get popped up like the pill we’re takin'

There full of shit like statements

The governments are makin'

We get recognized by heads like decapitation

I’m the hundred percent proves my level on concentration

We stand firm like statues

We ain’t movin'

So many at like big daddies banks

Till we’re proven

Stay workin' and still be broke shit

So know the kids before

They have some chronic product, but we smoked it

I was born out 'em '86

With the top hat and paint and spliff

A single hit will make the day your shit

It’s that fruity

Bigger than a yak’s booty

The worlds not 'gon like cops when they’re off duty

Stop researching when the street nick and robs and use these

Right now start to count and jack your nan’s jewelry

How the tables have turned from more than tom foolery

We move a yute and they a super mutant freak

So you know the coo

That’s how speak when we movin' our beaks

O-W-Ls to the Q-unique

There’s no escaping like Houdini when you snooze in a sleep

But Mussolini won’t be fakin' a speach

Pussy dreamin' when I leap for the beat

Slow flow and now a juice has just flooded the streets

Not as deep, need the weller is to get you through the heart of the stream

I get the tag, I got my sight on the dream

They call me Z but don’t be sleepin' on me