CONTROL REMIX

[Verse One: Polarboiyeahz]
Try to stay humble, it could be one of us
Cause more than a bumble, I'm living off the buzz
Dabbing my toes in the rubble, inhaling all the dust
Pop more than the snot bubbles that you could bust
When you're in trouble, it's zero souls that you could trust
Hear that rumble? Look for shelter or go make a jump
Everyone's riding waves, why not make 'em like us?
My dick's still in your face, how's it taste 'fore I nut?
Top of my class, I'm the new valedictorian
Dropping flasks with an ala-blast, then bask in the gorgeousness
Distorted conscience, nonsеnse in the evеning, I lose control
Contort my face like a demon all before I loot your soul
Delete your discography, you better keep it dissolved
Not a diss, but those subtle things, I peeped 'em, that's really all
Your clique of chumps are tricks and lunch, so don't get involved
Nokturnal's not scared of much, watch us dunk heads in fentanyl
You're silly, this isn't a song, it's artillery
Who else in this thing's got reach even farther than me?
To perform this feat you see you'd the need mark of the beast
The Devil himself couldn't even reach my level, he can't kiss at my knees
A different kind of artist, I'm real deal enigmatic
Everybody's kinda retarded, that burning sensation, it feels pryoclastic
Your tracks too easy to digest, I wrapped him in plastic and
Made him vanish, build a real platform instead of promoting sandcastles
You and your cheerleaders hoeing around with nipple tassels
I'm a whipper snapper, reaking havoc and claiming it like "that was us"
Real tracks have feedback so you know it packs a punch
You're pussy as fuck, spitting trash, so go ahead and pack up lunch
They told me to get 'em so best believe I got 'em
This is God's promise, I'm almost living on autopilot
No room for an apolog', uh guess I acknowledge
I'm on a roll, you out of pocket running out of mileage
Yeahz is iconic, so go pop some Nikon flicks
With a magnet on the opposite side so I sit on top of your fridge
I'm cold, kinda like the deceased gettin' dropped off a bridge
Lost my loved ones, haven't been the same since I seen that coffin again
I'm somewhere off scoffin' and I'm tauntin' revenge
That pent up energy seems to have gotten lost in my head
Opposition flipping on the constant, I'm droppin' them dead
What's competition, like rockets that blow up on launch, I'm autonomously next
Yeahz

[Verse Two: Five03Nobody]
Fuck the competition, I know that I'mma be great
Y'all some fuckin pussies bitchin', it's all good though, to my face
Soon as I say no to a feature they all gon' turn into flakes
Gonna ask again, then act like shit was a mistake
I ain't never been a peer, they just view me as extra lyrics
But it's not like I ain't knew that, I'm peerin' into they spirits
Act like their new song is hot, they just keepin' up appearances
They never gonna pop, their features goin on clearances, look
It's all bout timin', and careful steps that you takin'
Can tell that you'll never make it, I'll say it all to yo faces
Your masks have started breakin', don't act like you know what pain is
You pampered but you wanna act like you can fuckin' take it
Keep on bitin' Ye, know that's not what you Want and Need
Got so fake when I declined, didn't know that you wanted me, haha
It's all good, this shit don't even bother me
I'm just focused on myself, that's the teachin' of Socrates
Nokturnal my brothers, but I'mma fuckin' kill 'em
Okay, Yeahz got bars but he lackin' in rhythm
KaZ can mix, but his voice has limits, um
When it come to Tyche, killin' him is the minimum
I'm just playin', it's all friendly competition
But if you comin' at one, find another pot to piss in
You not enigmatic just because you have ghost written
Boy you not a Savage, soundin' pussy when you bitchin'
Broken record when I say I set the bar high
Rap is gettin' stale at least if we are barrin' mine
Keep on actin' hard, write every single bar in mind
Drop every song you want, you can't fuck wit' a bar of mine
I'm demandin' my respect cuz I'm a motherfucking icon
Talkin' on my boys and this beef is gonna be lifelong
Saw you on a stage, a pipe dream and a pipe bomb
What did you expect? The Machine is the only tight Con
This just a reminder, kill these rappers just like target practice
If you wanna talk, then I promise, I'll get to body snatchin'
I don't wanna pop ya, don't try to catch me off dumb reactions
Fraud thinkin' he dope, you must not've seen me when I was snappin'
Time is tickin', try my best to make the best of it
Know that God could take me any second, it's impetuous
Better give me flowers, cuz I might not see the rest of it
Keep on throwin' dirt on my name, we all gon' rest in it

[Outro: DJ Darnell]
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