Out of Me - The Four Owls

I remember when I first grabbed the microphone

I felt like a lost soldier finding his way home

True love was shown

We used to do shows for free

But that’s over

You’re eating off of me if my name’s on your poster

I do what I’m supposed ta

So you look back on this like your death’s drawing closer

Beats bang harder than a rich wife and a chauffeur

My persona: a straight up stoner

So you’ll never get shit from me!

There was a time I showed love to a certain MC

But the first test he failed, started to derail

Girls are the worst tool in the art of betrayal

'Cause the cunt will never fail to impress you

Act like he’s loyal, but he only pretends to

The things some do

It’s really a shame

When a friend and an enemy is one and the same

They wanna take, take, take

And have you just serve up the plate

Fuck that shit, put down the napkin

I’m snatching the fork from your table

Leave it by your navel

Maybe before, but you’re not able any more

See, no longer should we answer

To a clueless fool that wanna play master

See as the going gets tough, we work harder

Something that you know nothing about

Bumping the sound, my people they’re feeling it

We gotta reprogram, gotta refit

To the ever changing shape of where we live

Brainwashing taking hold, I can feel it

Write the poison pen letter and seal it

With Formaldehyde

Out of the hive

Reach for the honey, get tagged with the bee sting

Tryna take what I’ve got?

Nah, better rethink

It’s clear for my eyes to see

I can tell that you’re bluffing me

So you won’t get nothing

Out of me

It’s clear for my eyes to see

I can tell that you’re bluffing me

So you won’t get nothing

Out of me

I work my fingers to the boneyard, go home and zone hard

They take the piss and I see it on my sonar

I guess I need pounds like I feel the need to flow dark

Lyrics everyday, I’m worn out like an old tart

The fact is you need cash to do anything

Buy herbal medicine (*Cough*)

I need Benylin

The banks start meddling, and sending me charges

No credit rating because I fucked them in the past

Shit!

They want my money like my girl wants my attention

But the puppet master has got it held in suspension

So put it down, and let it rest for a second, 'cause

I need to get high, play some beats that are repping hard

They crumbling my edges like a lump of pollen and I might

Get lost, but I’ll never be forgotten

They take, and they take, but they’ll never break me

The trinity

Wake & bake, then straight make beats

Many man are tryna take something but they’re outta reach

Far like Mozambique, I’m high like mountain peaks

Rivaling types, invading all our privacy

Belling up my home line and tryna make accounts with me

If I ever sign a contract, that’ll be one I’m bound to breach

Heads who only do this for the dough, I ain’t got time for these

So fuck all the lying thieves who ever set their eyes on three

Of the tightest spit that your eyes will ever likely see

Get stripped for your riches, like elephants for ivory

Well advised to hide from me, better off counting sheep

Highest point of my life, my lungs took an ounce a week

Summer by the sun, city life got me feeling bleak

I need a green field, blue sky and a spliff of weed

Life’s so predictable, I’m missing all it’s mystery

We’re the herbal trinity, chillin, making history

I’m in this game for keeps, so you’ll never take shit from me

It’s clear for my eyes to see

I can tell that you’re bluffing me

So you won’t get nothing

Out of me

It’s clear for my eyes to see

I can tell that you’re bluffing me

So you won’t get nothing

Out of me