Letra de Out Of Control
Let’s go deep, adventure into my mind
The guns blaze and fires add tension, arise
The other night, I saw this colored knife in a drawer
The guns blaze and fires add tension, arise
The other night, I saw this colored knife in a drawer
Reminds me of the type of motherfucker that’s raw
The shit’s red, legit-ly, I spit lead, this a ball
The kid Embis clicking alongside, it’s a draw
Four M’s, I spend it on low-end suspension
A gold Benz, and now I need me some new lenses (Yeah, talk that)
But how in the fuck is anyone steppin' up?
The brain of a god is revvin' up, ain’t say it before
I’m doin' it now, anyonе comin' to bet a buck
I gotta be frank, I’m too hard, you pussies can’t еven get it up
You dry, the flow is wet enough, pause
You press play when I be talkin', you gon' be off’d, add it up
Tryin' to rap, but you end up coughin', I ain’t gon’ ever go let it up
You baggin' an ounce of the smog?
Guess what, I'ma come with the pounds
Eyes get all blurry, see 4/20, one more hit and I’m out
I ain't never been so out of control
The devil will bend, the angels will pull
But I can't pretend I'm okay and cool
The evil within won't obey the rules
I ain't never been so out of control
It seems that my pen will move by its own
I transcribe my sins, I won't die alone
'Cause Satan's inside, I sold him my soul
Call it a trolley problem, you get killed on a track
Banana clip held up to your scalp, it's funny it's peelin' it back
Student of the game, almost like I stayed 'cause, bitch, I'm still upper class
Wanna get it on a track with the pen and a pad? Then I'm revealin' my gat
I am the bringer of dread whenever I bring out the led!
So call me the king of the dead like the song that's singin' by X!
Box you up, beat you, bloody my shirt and ring out the red!
'Cause we so hot, the components melted, they were for your success
Nobody could rap about guns, so you all went back to route one
Can't win the game if you ain't a player, bitches laggin' out, huh?
Rappers are stretchin' the subject matter like a passed around cunt
Suckers rap like the game betrayed 'em, bitch, you mad about what?
Enough, all you need's the anger, make a man from a centipede
Walk the block, they warnin' danger 'cause you transmit dark energy
If you wonder why they say that they got cancerous tendencies
Second hand smoke, dual pistols, two handed artillery, motherfucker
I ain't never been so out of control
The devil will bend, the angels will pull
But I can't pretend I'm okay and cool
The evil within won't obey the rules
I ain't never been so out of control
It seems that my pen will move by its own
I transcribe my sins, I won't die alone
'Cause Satan's inside, I sold him my soul
Neurons firin' faster than loaded gats
You're on fire, blast 'em, there's no withholdin', you're folded back
Lurin' victims to the scene, lookin' dire when you're entrapped
Like an antelope with ten fuckin' bullet holes through the neck (*gunshot*)
When I got competition, incompetency's invalid (Valid)
Run with a whole division, conglomerate makin' ballads (Ballads)
None of us know the mission 'cept followin' thoughts of malice
'Til all of us pass the challenge and buy out a fuckin' palace (Palace)
You rappin' 'bout doin' drive-bys and beat downs
Seems you're tappin' out of your mind, signs of weak sounds
The place I'm from isn't pretty, but I don't live it
No face to face confrontations, I'm petty, yet fuckin' livid! (Bitch)
I spit the writtens, you're toxic, you spit acidic vomit
You're mad your life is a comic, I disconnect your socket
'Til death is doin' us part and burnin' me down in hell
I'll rest and shoot the shots 'til you learnin' we're never out of shells, bitch!
I ain't never been so out of control
The devil will bend, the angels will pull
But I can't pretend I'm okay and cool
The evil within won't obey the rules
I ain't never been so out of control
It seems that my pen will move by its own
I transcribe my sins, I won't die alone
'Cause Satan's inside, I sold him my soul
The shit’s red, legit-ly, I spit lead, this a ball
The kid Embis clicking alongside, it’s a draw
Four M’s, I spend it on low-end suspension
A gold Benz, and now I need me some new lenses (Yeah, talk that)
But how in the fuck is anyone steppin' up?
The brain of a god is revvin' up, ain’t say it before
I’m doin' it now, anyonе comin' to bet a buck
I gotta be frank, I’m too hard, you pussies can’t еven get it up
You dry, the flow is wet enough, pause
You press play when I be talkin', you gon' be off’d, add it up
Tryin' to rap, but you end up coughin', I ain’t gon’ ever go let it up
You baggin' an ounce of the smog?
Guess what, I'ma come with the pounds
Eyes get all blurry, see 4/20, one more hit and I’m out
I ain't never been so out of control
The devil will bend, the angels will pull
But I can't pretend I'm okay and cool
The evil within won't obey the rules
I ain't never been so out of control
It seems that my pen will move by its own
I transcribe my sins, I won't die alone
'Cause Satan's inside, I sold him my soul
Call it a trolley problem, you get killed on a track
Banana clip held up to your scalp, it's funny it's peelin' it back
Student of the game, almost like I stayed 'cause, bitch, I'm still upper class
Wanna get it on a track with the pen and a pad? Then I'm revealin' my gat
I am the bringer of dread whenever I bring out the led!
So call me the king of the dead like the song that's singin' by X!
Box you up, beat you, bloody my shirt and ring out the red!
'Cause we so hot, the components melted, they were for your success
Nobody could rap about guns, so you all went back to route one
Can't win the game if you ain't a player, bitches laggin' out, huh?
Rappers are stretchin' the subject matter like a passed around cunt
Suckers rap like the game betrayed 'em, bitch, you mad about what?
Enough, all you need's the anger, make a man from a centipede
Walk the block, they warnin' danger 'cause you transmit dark energy
If you wonder why they say that they got cancerous tendencies
Second hand smoke, dual pistols, two handed artillery, motherfucker
I ain't never been so out of control
The devil will bend, the angels will pull
But I can't pretend I'm okay and cool
The evil within won't obey the rules
I ain't never been so out of control
It seems that my pen will move by its own
I transcribe my sins, I won't die alone
'Cause Satan's inside, I sold him my soul
Neurons firin' faster than loaded gats
You're on fire, blast 'em, there's no withholdin', you're folded back
Lurin' victims to the scene, lookin' dire when you're entrapped
Like an antelope with ten fuckin' bullet holes through the neck (*gunshot*)
When I got competition, incompetency's invalid (Valid)
Run with a whole division, conglomerate makin' ballads (Ballads)
None of us know the mission 'cept followin' thoughts of malice
'Til all of us pass the challenge and buy out a fuckin' palace (Palace)
You rappin' 'bout doin' drive-bys and beat downs
Seems you're tappin' out of your mind, signs of weak sounds
The place I'm from isn't pretty, but I don't live it
No face to face confrontations, I'm petty, yet fuckin' livid! (Bitch)
I spit the writtens, you're toxic, you spit acidic vomit
You're mad your life is a comic, I disconnect your socket
'Til death is doin' us part and burnin' me down in hell
I'll rest and shoot the shots 'til you learnin' we're never out of shells, bitch!
I ain't never been so out of control
The devil will bend, the angels will pull
But I can't pretend I'm okay and cool
The evil within won't obey the rules
I ain't never been so out of control
It seems that my pen will move by its own
I transcribe my sins, I won't die alone
'Cause Satan's inside, I sold him my soul
