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