Lose It

[Verse 1: IAME]
I can’t deal with the bull
I’m fed up and broke, going Incredible Hulk
Let’s credit the culprit
My pops don’t understand that I got some other plans
When he’s off the clock I still end up rockin’ in front of fans
(Screw 'em)
And every time I consider resigning
My credit card declines, this isn’t a good sign
I’m stressed out, unsigned
Just about to lose my mind
Like rent bill’s due yesterday, man, I’m so behind

[Verse 2: Sapient]
Sittin’ in my lab pressin’ buttons to get it bumpin’
Your head is thrustin’ up and down like I invented somеthin’
I’ll lust for the love, forget thе money
But if you want something for free, don’t act like it’s expected of me
Yea, I work at home and I’m the boss
But it’s like, making music for fun is more like a job
Gettin’ all anal retentive
Tryna pay close attention to detail
I’ll lose it and break my equipment
Like, fuck it

[Hook: Sample, Sapient, & Goldini Bagwell]
I begin to lose control
Yea, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it
I begin to lose control
Yea, Uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it
I begin to lose control
Yea, Uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it
I begin to lose control
Yea I’m bout to, I’m bout to, I’m bout to

[Verse 3: Al-One]
I’ve been grinding for a minute, rhyming even longer
Why sign to a sponsor, but sell-out to big business?
These corporate sluts wanna make a fortune off us
But Hip Hop’s more than a buck, it’s a art form that I love
And I swore to the Lord above that this performer’s more than ya
Average, ordinary, watered-down recorded bum
Born with the formula for success
We flow with the Northwest’s best
Hot off the George Forman, the chef’s orders up

[Verse 4: Ethic]
I only finish the day cause I gotta get paid
A remedial job for my age, still I manage to stay
Ahead of the curve, ready to serve insecure rappers
I’m better with words, this veteran’s learned that after
The blood and the sweat comes the trouble with debt
I’ve had enough of the repetition, but I’m up against a system
And it’s obvious now that every step taken
Gets me closer to giving up or closer to making it
What?

[Hook: Sample, Sapient, & Goldini Bagwell]
I begin to lose control
Yea, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it
I begin to lose control
Yea, uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it
I begin to lose control
Yea, uh, I think I’m, I think I’m
I’m bout to lose it
I begin to lose control
Yea I’m bout to, I’m bout to, I’m bout to

[Verse 5: Illmaculate]
Let me hit this
Don’t get it twisted, dog
A lot of things piss me off, I’ll list ‘em all
One – Bad sound systems
Two – People that sit around, listen to my freestyle, and tell me it sounds written
Three – It’s the folks that I don’t even know
Tryna get in free at the show, damn people I’m broke
Four – Written down rhymes, I don’t do that
Five – Getting outshined on a crew track
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