_ _ _ Control

[Hook] Swallow’d pills of honor Tomorrow forget Follow Heads can never be hollow Busting sooth weapons (x2) [Verse 1] Come coup de grace fully spray Fortifying gout today Debate enticed dry health; Spasm drawn through the blight I sound waiting for rhythm Been undressed in two or three lessons Black fervor for four hundred fucking years Stands, striving pates and welts Knows itself and prior Blurred art is a feeling of prison Substituted handle bars Pencil thin, mustache scripture Meek by way of contact Mustache scripture gives way With a tech nine boom-bap Quantized gunpowder Rimshot [Hook] [Verse 2] Day parade drifts south, protected on dreams A clean spliff in between Tech, four five delay No slow nonstop, one drop Bang converts streets to a see saw Dropping wrong sets at right signs Still Amiri Baraka consternation ‘cause my distance is sure of no ballistic The staring at my shell, it says “niggas don’t eat bacon.” (x2) Warped mirrors: “Shrapnel is tattooed inside me Shrapnel is tattooed inside me Inside me shrapnel Confines me Inside me shrapnel confines me Confines me to what my mind sees What my mind sees confines me Confined to this block What my mind sees This block Tattooed inside me Confines me As my mind sees.” [Hook]