The Four Owls, Jam Baxter - Open Book lyrics

Yeah, It's the Four Owls baby
The Four Owls (Owls)
Yeah, Owls (Owls) , What (What)
Dreaming I can picture it, yeah

Lights down low so the mood turns ambient
Visions transcend but the
Time length's transient
Void of the camera lens
Poised with the valiant
Stallion style on the beat
When I'm banging it
Rap brings cures like oil from the cannabis
In the zone
No objects inanimate subjects comparative
I open your passages
Vinyl spin round slowly expose the narratives
Get the pen then I desecrate sampling
Used to be blank now the pattern style's epic
Mad psychedelic don't rap hypothetic
Sleep paralysis leaves the body lying severed


Elevating presence in a setting unmeasured
Messages develop like photogenic evidence
Unfold your relevance compose my sentiment
Stone cold but excellent

I walk the lines to the beat
Hand style flares around with
My thoughts like I'm living in
Side of my speech
Painting a horizon under my
Feet, or a sunset
Drawing out the things I haven't done yet
Or I scribble it out then walk away from
The mess jump to the right side
One flick and It's out of your head
New page, new day but It's
Still the same book man
A never ending verse with no
Chorus or hook plan now there's three me's
We're sat in the conference agreed no
Regrets but being followed by my
Conscience see it on the paper as
A grey cloud of nonsense
That's drawn by myself it come to
Life and it wants some
Jumping over full stops like
I've got a stutter
Something "dot dot" the honest
Ramblings of a nutter
I feel the breeze blow but
My pages don't flutter
End with a "Dear John" or
And "Oh dear" that's muttered

Dreaming I can picture It
Feeling like an idiot
Strapped in the pad again, sat tryna manifest
Spark isn't happening
Dark and it's maddening
Venturing into new parts of the labyrinth
Then I break through the wall
To the other side
Pen to the page, then I see colours bright
Thoughts come alive
Pen turns Arctic freezing
To the summertime, my book glows gold
Lines rise from the page and become mountains
See the world as I climb to the top shouting
Trend followers narrowing their view
Got shine but you're
Dead like a Pharaoh in their tomb
Jamming in my room but this page is a portal
I could be anywhere, mind is resourceful
As I dive into the beat stay
Balanced on a wave
Call spirit's, tryna channel them again

I spent this session with my face
On fire feeling flammable as fuck
One gallon in my gut
Picking goz out my nostril
And packaging them up
What's in the crust of reality or what now
How you gonna peck at it’s impeccable veneer
With a cold, wet
Wasp nest nestled in your ear
I press play, built an altar in the corner
And sat there waiting for the Devil to appear
Now, your neighbour heard wastemen are hiring
The machines in your midst are conspiring
I cleaned out the cage
Wiewing every last page as a rat
Chewing holes in the wiring
I fed them the electrics smouldering inside
Penny for the ramblings, ripples in the mind
Worlds in the distance collapse and collide
Burn through the building
I'll meet you outside (yeah)

Anything I write comes to life
Like the death notes
Staring at my pen real strange
When this shit spoke, no joke
Told me the elaborate ways of how to
Turn the canvas into a open page
It's going insane again can't pretend
Got stranger when the sky starts moving
And all my walls bend
Words flying from the book that I recommend
Page looking like a black hole, stepping in
To the emptiness following the
Snare like a no
Calculation the dimension is on another level
That resides in the heart from the
First sound of the ground hitting
To the back everybody in here holds
The key to the art
That includes you too just
Find ways to start, bring light to the dark
I awake in my room
For the last seven days I've
Been playing the same tune