Control

[Intro] Who ready for war? Rolling with my nigga tom hanks We headed towards the front line Black jeeps and tanks Dropping bombs on lames Till I see nothing but limbs On some private Ryan shit When niggas see me they tremble exclaiming it's him, it's him The devil Igniting these flames and devouring rappers with an inferno Till you pop like a kernel Then slam my pitchfork into your cerebral Say I won't? then Dare this devil like Knievel These artist ain't what they claim to be State to be Picasso's, Caravaggio's, Donatello’s Yet can't paint a picture with words even if they had stencils I'm a sick kid With a flow that hits so hard it leaves niggas dyslexic Won't know your rights from your left kid Must be why these dudes forgot they sex’s Bunch of pussy niggas That care more about they looks Then they composition Say they spit that real Yet the truth end up missing Fuck what you talking bout Your vibes promiscuous Got protection To block you out Got 17 rounds in a clip To assist My buddy that’s attached to my hip An you don’t wanna see him spit Them acid droplets will tear holes through your skin If you remix this song and don’t consider me competition I'll find the ones you love have em toe tagged or missing Well known in my district East to west coast Catch me in Vegas Viewing the strip from my window in the Bellagio While bad chick provides fallacio While the fountains blow below Ain't no love for these rappers Only thing that come close to it is my belt buckle And even that’s missing two vowels Uh No chance in defeating me Youd have a better chance Surviving a tnt explosion While strapped with a bomb Armed to a gas tank With a hand tremor kid That u trust not to detonate the shit Coming at me is sacrifice bitch Treated these youngsters like family Yet lyrically I always beat these kids Someone call DYFS Son these rappers Then drown em in a pool of my lyrical word play Like miss Andrea Yates Ah Take shots at me The recoil push you father back than a AK firing to a grenade On any fucking day Slept on me? The hell you mean? Do I look like sand man? Have the paramedics wrap ya head like the Taliban Better get it through ya thick heads cause I ain't saying it again Ima own this shit bruh Best recognize your position Kold