This is for those that's given doubt Yo, I've been about silencing critics Dig it, I'ma be in and out I'ma show them how to throw down I'ma be in and I'ma be out I was in and out of work when I met my influence He was outstanding when playing an instrument An Indian dude, very outspoken Had a lot of input, his outlook was kosher An outsider, cats called him Bahmen[?] from the hood Knew he ain't have no income You could tell from his outfit he was in debt But his interest wasn't outlandish Baggett's He wasn't incapable of getting a job yet He said he was using poverty for an outlet I was inclined to ask with hopes he'd outpour More insight for just sleeping outdoors Dude told me he had so much pride When he played his instrument he tried to outshine His instructor and became a outcast They insisted this kid go out and Take his ingenious out in the open So next time he won't be so outspoken I was intrigued, outraged and I was open This individual was an outlaw and hopeless Inconceivable sk**, outright great But the pride he had inside far outweighed For this reason, he was cast outside Now that's what you get when you end docile The moral is don't let pride in your house Be about bringing truth in and I'm out