Goin’ Outta Control Kaboose (Ft. Royce Da 5'9")

[Verse 1: Kaboose]
As a Minnesota timber cub I ran with the pack
Because a fellowship of wolves makes for skillful attack
Your 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 ring tone 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 road kill
Similar to mortgage when your creeping like a tortoise
Got you locked like rigamortis and you're literally at stand still
March with me nothing better to do
Because the harvest is plentiful and the workers are few
I just quoted Matthew now tell me your story long as the beats banging

[Hook]
We gonna 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 gone 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