Testo Lose It - Sandpeople

Lose It

I can’t deal with the, I’m fed up and broke
going Incredible Hulk, let’s credit the
my boss don’t understand that I got some other plans
when he’s off the clock I still aim to rock in front of fans (screw him)
and every time I consider resigning, my credit card declines
this isn’t a good time
I’m stressed out, unsigned
just about to lose my mind
like, rent bill’s due yesterday, man, I’m so behind
Sitting in my lab pressing buttons to get it bumping
your head is thrusting up and down like I invented something
I’ll for the love, forget the money
but if you want something for free
don’t act like it’s expected of me
yeah I work at home and I’m the boss
but it’s like making music for fun is more like a job
getting all anal retentive
trying to pay close attention to detail
I’ll lose it and break my equipment (like, fuck it)
I begin to lose control
(I think) I’m 'bout to lose it
I’ve been grinding for a minute
rhyming even longer
I sign to a sponsor, but sell out to big business
these corporate sluts want to make a fortune off us
but hip-hop's more than a buck, it’s an artform that I love
and I swore to the lord above that this performance
average ordinary, write it down, record it
the formula for success Northwest best
hot off the George Forman this chef’s order’s up
I only finish the day 'cause I gotta get paid
remedial job for my age, still I manage to stay
ahead of the curve, ready to serve insecure rappers
I’m better with words, veterans learn that after
the blood and the sweat comes a 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
iLLmacuLate:
Let me hit this, don’t get it twisted dawg
a lot of things piss me off, I list 'em off
(One) Bad sound systems
(Two) People that sit around listening to my freestyles
and tell me it sounds written
(Three) It’s the folks that I don’t even know
trying to get in free at the show
damn people, I’m broke
(Four) Written down rhymes, I don’t do that
(Five) Getting out-shined on a crew track, like---