Lyrics John Robinson – Outta Control | New Today Lyrics

Summer of 86′ I was ten years old. (Punked a every three rock)
You know I got soul!
Mr. Magic B.L.S Screaming right out of the box
I was sitting on the stoop of my block
Another hot sunny day in the city of dreams
Ghetto thang when they pack metal thang’s (to sell’o thangs) it seems
It was the same, yeah I built the esteem and picked the pen up
Start writing my book of life and how my future would end up
Later down the line, I studied rhymes (from the greats)
By age twelve I was digging in the crates for tapes to rock to
Like Funky Drummеr by James Brown
It was nothin’ more stimulating when I hеard the sound of hip-hop
It opened my mental, now my whole life is dedicated to pushing this pencil
Speak about my life and times from a (chariot window)
We in the last days that’s why my rhymes are so influential
You never know someone until you know what they been through
With the song sound the same if my life was more simple
I doubt it, but yall don’t have to see my credentials
Straight (up fishin) like Special Herbs DOOM instrumental. (uh)

Hip-Hop is throwback music: Jazz, Blues, Soul
Whatever you choose it’s modern-day rock n’ roll, can’t stop us now!
(All the other) cold rappers outta control

Hip-Hop is throwback music: Jazz, Blues, Soul
Whatever you choose it’s modern-day rock n’ roll, can’t stop us now!
(All the other) cold rappers outta control

Call it rebel music, straight ghetto movements, until the corporations have to put in their two cents and exploit the real, give a (lil’) a pill
(and justers in) sisters in (more than in) brothers scale
See, life moves slow when you walk in tight shoes yo
Quit the fashion (don’t) and they bite like Cujo
The true bloodsuckers are the poor
All they know is sex and violence, greed, war
You gotta know your roots and foundation: Jazz, Blues, Soul, Rock n’ Roll, or Hip-Hop in the making
The signs of creation is the beat of the heart
It (sounded life) was started this spark and it was on like

Hip-Hop is throwback music: Jazz, Blues, Soul
Whatever you choose it’s modern-day rock n’ roll, can’t stop us now!
(All the other) cold rappers outta control

Hip-Hop is throwback music: Jazz, Blues, Soul
Whatever you choose it’s modern-day rock n’ roll, can’t stop us now!
(All the other) cold rappers outta control

Okay (the role of the joint is) or should I say my point is Hip-Hop got the world (anointed)
Took many different genres of music, put them together
And started a new sound that will be here forever!
So call the (Fattest sitting wittin’) wouldn’t last a bit
Deal with them now and you can see yourself how big it is
Fully blown (isn’t) treat me to the elements
I’m here to represent the truth, and (without hesitant)

(Oh sh- Scratch)

(Red Matic) on the cut
(Red Matic) on the cut
What!
(Red Matic) on the cut yall!
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