Owen OB - The Invitation lyrics

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Owen OB - The Invitation lyrics

[Verse 1] I got a lot in my head, revenge fresh on my mind Got a chip on my shoulder but I been biding my time n***as biting my rhymes to co-pilot my wave Joe Bidening whole time I'm Obama with cadence So Listen, constituents, this is an intervention, I'm Exorcising the demons from my body of work And I'm exercising power when I'm writing a verse VII like, Henry VII birthing legends with the words, so disperse [Chorus] Nothing changes when n***as don't wanna see me win, been a couple days since I slept well, and even then I was dreaming vividly of, k**ing my stressors off, I just came to flex on these n***as till all the pressure's off [Verse 2] I'm a monster in a suit of skin You una**uming human pseudoscientific losers draw comparisons to fewer men Einstein of my time, my science is the rhymed line n***as don't see out my eyes, I don't want nothing to do with them, uh Like Mickey Pruitt, I couldn't bear so I'm through with them Tunnel vision clearer than hindsight, I'm fluent in The language of changes, exchanging my pain for prosperity, arranging my change of the game is What's got them scared of me, and Yeah I can feel it but the sentiment is barely real My palms itching, my written sentences Man of Steel How a n***a go from being black Clark Kent, to ripping tracks in pursuit of a black R6 Soon as I get it, I'm outtie I swear to God I ain't looking back Came up out the hood without a charge, still was cookin crack music, black music, word to Ye Never, unloaded pistols but the words could spray For the culture, my n***a! n***as switching up from the fisticuffs to sticking n***as up with a pistol to keep they visage tough They poke, run, hit the van, cover like six Canucks run the ice to check if the body shift when the stick is up I'm tryna eat without my son ever readin bout me runnin from the law because I always kept the heat around me And anybody who would dare to find a reason, doubt me! The jig is up, I'm Holly Holmin these Ronda Rouseys [Chorus] Nothing changes when n***as don't wanna see me win, been a couple days since I slept well, and even then I was dreaming vividly of, k**ing my stressors off, I just came to flex on these n***as till all the pressure's off [Verse 3] Who you think you checkin? I'm flexin in all respects and I'm pressing my competition to better their summer sets, but some are set in their ways and complacent with second best, if I see I'm slept on, I'm not letting these n***as rest If it's traction, I'm alacritous Consider that whenever rapping, I'm attacking a lackadaisical rapper Half of these rappers actors, but since they lacking direction, it really isn't surprising they tracks still be lacking action I'm dishing wizardry xeroxes couldn't copy g I keep it jiggy, even Rocky couldn't rock with me I'm pitching menace you fishy n***as are finished I really reel in the meals, realer than Madrid soccer team They tellin me my stock rising This the rap game evolution I just let these flows fly, maintaining close ties, homie welcome to the revolution

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