Control (Remix)

[Intro]
Heh
Y'know, everybody's been asking me to drop a new song for a while now
Well, you want a new song?
Then I'ma show you a new song!
Yeah, RO-B. Z.!

[Verse]
Look, I'm sick and tired of people saying I shouldn't make it
Ignoring my talents just because I ain't famous
Saying that because I rap, I sold my soul to Satan
That I'm on the wrong path, and what I'm doing is heinous
Well, this is my response to the stuff that you're saying
I don't give a damn, I gotta make it or break it
Because right now, the rap game is ripe for the taking
And no amount of hate is gonna stop me from making it! (Uh)
Tell somebody I'm back on the mic again
Ready to take the crown from anybody who's wearing it
Ready to knock down anybody who stands in my way
With no remorse, cut off all their support
'Cause this is my "Control" verse, and not even Kendrick can take that away!
'Cause I am the King of the West Coast
And the King of New York
I feel no remorse for scaring you rappers who can't even master a verse
Such a terrible thing, now I'm burying you six feet into the dirt (Ha)
'Cause I was born to be a terrorist- call me Osama bin Laden
'Cause I'm coming to knock over your Twin Towers, and then some
By the time I'm done, you'll be screaming and running
Trying to save a career that's already dead and gone (Uh)
And this applies to everyone including Crypt, Quadeca, Scru Face Jean
********, Dontai, Upchurch, Dax and the way he ruins songs
KSI, Randolph, JT, Rockit, CK9C, CHVSE, PFV and the entire Youtube community
J.I.D, Logic, YBN Cordae
Lil Mosey- oh, you're stuck in a dream?
Well, I'ma turn it into a nightmare by the time the beat comes back in! (Uh)
I love y'all, but the rap game is the rap game
And if you ain't the strongest, then your career is dead meat
And if anyone tries to hunt for me with a suit and tie
Then send them my resume with all the dead bodies I've acquired!
'Cause I ain't ever going to some office job
I've already committed too much murder to be eligible for one
Plus the only boss I ever listened to was God (Amen)
And that ain't ever gon' change, especially with the musical talent that he brought
'Cause hell hath no fury than when you insult the music
That I worked so hard on just to prove that I can do it
That I can spread a message all throughout my music
That'll help those who don't have a way out of their depression and confusion (Uh)
So when you discredit the music, it sends me into a rage
Because, even if you listen to the genre, you don't know anything
About it, so you're willing to stereotype what I made
And disregard the talent and effort that I used to make it (Uh)
Damn it, I'm better than half of the rappers you compare me to
And I'm above the stereotypes you hold me up against
You don't know the grind that I spend to make all these tunes
So keep your mouth shut, 'cause, in the end, I don't care what you think!
I'mma father the game, even though I don't have one
Anyone who stands in my way, your career's already long gone
Make myself the king of the state, 'cause I am the rightful one
To take the crown for myself, and push my way to the top- I'm gone!