The Four Owls - Open Book lyrics

[Intro: Verb T] Yeah, It's the Four Owls baby The Four Owls (Owls) Yeah, Owls (Owls), What (What) Dreaming I can picture it, Yeah [Verse 1: Fliptrix] Lights down low so the mood turns ambient Visions transcend but the time length's [?] 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 pa**ages, 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 [Verse 2: BVA] I walk the lines to the beat [?] 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 [Verse 3: Verb T] 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 spirits tryna channel them again [Verse 4: Jam Baxter] I spent this session with my face on fire feeling flammable as f**, 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 [?] with a cold wet wasp nest nestled in your ear I press play, built an alter 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 , viewing every last page [?] In the wiring I fed them the electrics [?] 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) [Verse 5: Leaf Dog] Anything I write comes to life like the d**h notes Staring at my pen real strange when this sh** 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 my walls [?] 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 [?] 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