Goin' Outta Control by Kaboose

Excuse Me - Instrumental by Kaboose

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Goin' Outta Control
by Kaboose

Album: Excuse Me - Instrumental

Verse 1 (Kaboose):
As a Minnesota timbercub I ran with the pack
Because a fellowship of wolves makes for skillful attack
You're prideful, boastful, biters, I'll roast you
Loathing you drones, homes, I'm known to go postal
Great mic, pro tools, shatter your ordeal
Bubble gum ringtone rappers trapped in my force field
Grinding competition into cornmeal, facial gestures
After life battles people nicknamed it blue steel
Round one, round two, hip hop game unreal
One minute you're king of the hill, next minute you're roadkill
similar to mortgage when your creeping like a tortoise
Got you locked like rigormortis and you're literally at stand still
March with me, nothing better to do
Because the harvest is plentiful but the workers are few
I just quoted Matthew, now tell me your story
Long as the beat's banging

Chorus:
We going do it till the bass got the club going outta control
Holler if you hear me yo
I don't know nobody to do it like us
Holler if you hear me yo
We gon' do our thing without selling our souls
Holler if you hear me yo
I don't know nobody to do it like us
Holler if you hear me yo

Verse 2 (Royce Da 5 9):
9-6 fresh out high school, stressed out
Looking for the next route, moving off just clout
Arrogant chest out, partner I left out
The 10 years later I'd be the best out
9-8, first deal, that's when I ate my first meal
Numbers been running since youngin' got his first wheels
Never been a walker like Herschel, feeling like the world is mine
Like the son was scribbled in the earth's wheel
01 02 that's when I took my first pill
To put me in the matrix, I went kind of commercial
It's kinda like credit cause your happy when you get it
So you relish every moment up until you get that first bill
My people don't think that this is me gaming
This me saying that it ain't easy to be famous
This is me changing now tell me your story
Long as the beats banging

Chorus

Verse 3:
(Kaboose)
When I refused to worship money, thrown in the lion's lair
I cried out to Zion in silence but don't despair
He will deliver me, Father whom I declare
Faithful like Daniel, so Yahweh will honor prayer
(Royce)
The moral of the story is focus your mind you make it clearer
Never too scary to fall you take it there
The revolutionary is all we're making here
Prepare to compare me to Paul or Che Guevara
(Kaboose)
Some pay the bare minimum, all gentlemen will take it
Went from rags to riches, once broken, almost naked
Now your business suits are tailor-made fit
So remember where you come from and when you're bringing home the bacon
(Royce)
So in money we make it, it's funny we chase it
Catch it, some invest it, then some of us waste it
A lot of us know the diamonds and gold
Is now synonymous with finding your soul