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Control (Prod by Germaine Martel)

Now this one could be out of control
Control, control, control, control, control
This one could be out of control

Yeah, now pass me hits of the chronic
When I'm tryin' to be iconic,
With little hits of Ebonics,
And a little hit of the chronicles of riddick
My chronicles in tell the large men with the monocle
Telling me to come and get it, and I'm with it
My mother concerned I made these wide turns
With the usher ties, had to let em burn
Now let the Rosetta turn
Meet you a stone cold killer with the better perm
Are you here for better or worse
Could bet to your purse
But you wouldn't come about it
Just by lifting your skirt
Tryin' flirt, it hurt
Some of my favorite women call me a jerk
But still I only call my mama, she are the reason I work
I was cursed to be a man with a consciousness
Big as the continents
Except I gotta ego that is bigger and opposite
That's what the problem is
Tryin' stay neutral in the midst of apocalypse
Now this one could be out of control
Control, control, control, control, control
This one could be out of control
System's the control, in the unaware mind
Make a prison of the whole

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What's up, could take it back to constitution
I stair at my palms
Killer fucking cop, tryin' stop me
Bare my arm, rang the alarm
But I ain't calm, but I'm waiting the storm
You should be warned, my ambition making similar
To all the crusades of the damn Christians
I hate, when a woman tell me I'm trippin'
Course I'm trippin', bush was telling lies
And I was forced to listen
Obama been telling lies, this time, click the news off
Kick my shoes off, went back to my roots
Rolling this truth, Tryin' cool off
Every time I do another show, there's a fear
That I get booed off
Guess that's the insecurities of a man, take the suit off
Let that girl dance, take the rubber bands
On top of the ludoph
That hatred is little duval,
Rather comedic, I don't need it
Give me my U-haul
Take all my rhymes upstate,
To Tallahassee, but when my girl asked me
How it's all going
I said
This one could be out of control
Control, control, control, control, control
This one could be out of control
System's the control, in the unaware mind
Make a prison of the whole.