Fat Jack - Owls And Roosters lyrics

[Verse One] And you can hear the beat banging from far away And you can see we keep changing with artistry No matter how many rappers in the game there are today No serving me cause lyrically you don't want no maylay We take time with an entree and gourmet Don't worry and don't hurry me with your "Orale holmes!" You in the moment, get in on it It takes you out late night and wakes you in the morning We party long and past curf' But still strong enough to wake up, yawn and back to work We want to build and not destroy And what's real about having no sk** is to not be employed Let's narrow down to the bone marrow We care for style there's no tomorrow You're here for now but your time's borrowed We talk about it at the round table The famous underground Versa Label Got me torn like a tornado To be scorned it can be prove fatal On solid rock you remain stable And have more peace than NATO Get the cream cheese like bagel And take a bow when they go "bravo" "We got the styles" is our motto Dummy Promoter better have my money Riiight Rudebwoy don't have no money, no show No herb, no show No consciousness, no show Revelation [Hook] Out with the owls and up with the rooster We got the styles to alter the future Out with the owls and up with the rooster We got the styles to alter the future Late night Elephant be on the drum computer We got the styles to alter the future [Verse Two] We got the out with the owls up with the rooster style Last night a woman loved me Kama Sutra style Listening to Fat Jack's tape, it was necessary Music is my sanctuary When the candle got lit there was ceremony [?] incense mandatory When the day broke I woke and gave thanks Cause life's to love, to live, to learn, now say it ain't There fits a mold in my think tank Like a sketch I would later paint Then manifested at a later date I heard the song long ago but faint It came clearer as the change grew nearer You can feel it's aura all hail furor of sound Some of the purest ones abound in the L.A. underground Be alert if you're doing your dirt Up there beyond the clouds is a camera that works First Big Brother in the sky, the eye Kokadoodledoo in the dawn when the rooster howls And writing rhymes on computer files Now time didn't listen when we said "slow down" Music is my sanctuary Music is my sanctuary Music is my life Music is my life Music is my sanctuary Music is my sanctuary Music is my life Music is my life [Hook] [Zulu bu*terfly Priest] Time elapsing like the sand in the hourgla** How fast does this paint take to dry? It's getting in my third eye They paint hieroglyphics of the walls of the point of origin [?] Our music rude Like Native American shadow warriors We paint our face preparing for the slaughter To the human race Paint No brush needed Think No rush intended Taint When cipher comes together Give thanks in music celebration