The Four Owls - Silent Flight lyrics

Yo, yo, yo, yo yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

The Four Owls taking silent flight
They didn't hear us approach
We vibe in the night and you can find me off
In the field and spitting
Spot prey in my binocular field of vision
When we drop, they flock
The appeal is wisdom heading back to the top
With the fearless vision
With the mic in our talons
Rise to the challenge
Like Life in the Balance
Hit ‘em with a different language
Slap bird brains like a tambourine
Hang between the trees 'til we swoop, swoop
The owls are back again
Haters can’t ascertain
Try trap us but we braking out the coop, coop
In my habitat on the tracks, it’s astounding
Feathers on my back that


Match the surroundings
Fans rush ‘til the tours get crushed
And my claws spit remains in
The dust on the floor

The owls gaze, picks preys here for years
Sick sprays from the beak when
There's children to feed
In the nest, they wanna leave
They form wings to breed born to be fly
So, it's only right I hit the breeze
While Big Owl's screaming "jeheeze"
From the other trees
Rusty and T are looking keen
So, it's time to leave
You hear the swoop behind lines
You wouldn't get pass it
You're talking to the blue prints
For the stealth aircraft
Smooth with the crash move
Like a lightning flash
With accurate precision
Pinpoint you in the grass
The mice like to laugh but
Don't see the attack
We’ve been starving in the nest
Tryna bring this shit back
It's a fact, any movement underground
I'm clocking dropping from a thousand feet
To what sound unlocking devouring the beat
Flying like I was arrow in the fleet
Now my card like a tarot when I speak

I let my head swivel, think fast, act quick
Hammer it like chisels, not on the toes
Yet I’m throwing up these owl pellets, bones
Throwing skin
And other things I couldn’t digest
Residing in the ends
To always have the most benefit's
And this be my home
So I'm sourcing to perfect the pit
A nice twiggy entrance
And a bed made of better things
Feathers on my face that channel
Sounds that enter earholes
The range is astounding that
My brain starts housing
A three dimensional audio map
Of my surroundings
Mouse to a vole, all their getting owned
I don't give a flying fuck
I’m yamming them whole though
Here's to the screech
Cuz my catch phrase "jeheeze"
Wisdoms deep, talons like a dactyl
Two in front
Two in back a target then snatch
Grip like tractors on a track
It’s the raptors in the pack
Four Owls and we’re back

From the egg, watch it hatch
Now we’re colonizing areas
The local wildlife changes and things
Become scared of us
Even your top dog will shit
When the attack's planned
All you'll see is two wings
Like the signalling for Batman
Known to swoop
Known to chill when the times right
Operate by the moon
Give a fuck about the limelight
Just turn my head
While they're tripping on their hindsight
Must be talking ‘bout my eyes when
They’re saying that my lines tight
Never track me, mysterious map readings
Only at night but they heard
Hoots from that region
Stay elusive cause we hungry
And the pack’s feeding
Swoop on rats and leave 'em
Twitching with their gash bleeding
Flap, flap
That's just the wings but my minds focused
So precise I can pickpocket a flying locust
And now we get burned and misrepresented
But still the greatest hunter
That nature ever invented