Out of Me Songtext
von 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