Controller

[Hook: MC Enoch] x2 Rappers on the radio say they selling dope But they don't even sell the shit, they only promote Got you brainwashed like you came with a remote Because you memorized every fucking line that they wrote [Verse 1: MC Enoch] Like Hop said, they got you living for a wack cause Screaming for the dope going through some withdrawals You must have got the short straw when they took draws When I hear some trap rap I want to crack jaws And steady grip saws and start chopping shit Radio rappers are unfit to spit They simply lack wit, It's hard to tolerate If you talking stacking cash I can not relate We need to formulate a way to stop this mess Hip-Hop seems to be in a state of distress But in the underground that shits alive and well And I'm so underground I'm coming straight from hell Yep that's where I dwell, so I'm always heated Especially when I start to feel I've been cheated Or even defeated, but that ain't going to happen Watch my goons line up when I get to snapping With one word every one of them will get to clapping And just start attacking, Yeah, we'll take it there Born in America we ain't playing fair And why the fuck you selling crack? You a millionaire But you ain't though, You talking out your ass When your new shit come out I'll have to pass Because it lacks class, and you ain't bringing knowledge I swear all these dumb fucks took the game hostage It's got me astonished, like what the fuck happened? All of this bullshit is running me rampant Worse now than I ever could have imagined It's about time the game really gets examined It just seems entangled, starting to get mangled All you ever seem to get is bullshit dangled Or some fucking teen whore sing the star spangled To be honest I would much rather be strangled [Hook: MC Enoch] x2 [Bridge] [Hook: MC Enoch] x2