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[Verse 1]
If you ain’t know my name I’m bout to make you remember
Been stuffing lyrics in pockets back since the month of December
Go search the record I’ve rendered you’ll never find a pretender
I spit the bibles like rifles, behind my bars an offender
Oh, I neglected to mention it but my name is Control
The definition: a perfectionist engaged in his role
That’s redirecting his destiny, to collect every goal
So you’ll be getting my best compressing a diamond from coal
To keep it pretty simple for you I possess a direction
An intervention of lessons, that resurrects all your stressing
You’ve never met a competitor with the effort I’m pressing
I never get a second breath until I’m blessed with progression
[Hook]
2016 was the year it all began, now becoming the greatest was all a part of the plan
I was born with that ability, the talent to rap
Thats keeping all of you nodding when Im attacking a track, uh
[Verse 2]
I set the stage so I estimate, you investigate when you press the play
So I guess the way that I best display my inner thoughts is that pen to page
Man I ain’t gonna get rest no today, til I find that place to repress the pain
Gonna get that rep when I end the day, then I build my skill to collect that pay
I’ll take it back to the basics, put you in awkward positions like Morpheus in the Matrix
I’m patient, but not complacent, pick up a pen and I trace it
Displacing acres of paper, until the day that I make it
So face it, I’m working hard, to take some care with decisions
Because that road to success is often prone to collisions
I still got plenty of tests, but that’s the price of ambition
Determined to be a legend with every night that I’m living
So the day I leave this life I wanna be known as Control
No more no less no plat no gold
Just a man with a message who would never miss the goal
Creating stories for the people that they wanted to be told
[Hook]
2016 was the year it all began, now becoming the greatest was all a part of the plan
I was born with that ability, the talent to rap
Thats keeping all of you nodding when Im attacking a track, uh
[Verse 3]
I pick the pace up, track eraser, smack a faker, the rap invader
Got a massive flavour, to assassinate the, whole god damn crowd then I catch ya later
Your rap skills, they’re not quite there, but when you’re stepping to me I’m the white nightmare
You couldn’t catch me if I stand right there, with a back to the wall and a vice on my hand
So, I got a question for ya, What you really rapping for?
To spit about some drug abuse and throw your cash out on the floor?
People think that popping pills entitles you to some respect
But if you stick to percocets, addictions don’t end in a cheque
But yeah, no one cares, you just collect and forget it
How many artist overdoses does it take to regret it?
We keep on losing all these people, getting sent to the medics
But you just use the drug abuse to go collect you some credit
So fuck it
The day that you become irrelevant’s a blessing
I put faith in every step when I fall I am never stressing
I see you sending shots, like you’re gripping a Smith and Wesson
But I doubt you got the stock so you’d best get into investing
I’ll just keep perfecting all my music till I gain appeal
And Break the opposition if they want some extra pain to feel
When all these other rappers keep on looking for a trait to steal
I simply treat the track just like I’m making up a basic meal
A pinch of some kicks, and a tablespoon of the bass
A couples cups of my verses, and extra claps to be safe
Then Season it with some samples, to give a spicier taste
And then that beat’ll be eaten straight off the top of my plate