[Intro: Jet 2]
Staring at a blank canvas
As I allow the ink from creativity to answer
Questions that never come unless you're breezing
Through leaves that never stop dancing
[Verse 1: Jet 2]
This is not for my city
No this is not to be friendly
This is not for the purpose of dissing
It's all just me venting
I'm a diamond in the sky though
Walkin' a tightrope practicing tae bo
Kickin' the guy code
With a flow solid, you won't catch me bending
Instead I'll be denting your entity
I'm a chemist with chemistry
No, I'm a chemist with enthalpy
You won't catch no empathy
You won't catch no empathy
This is not a track off Control System
This is control, nigga my soul your whole solar system
I'm in control
They done brought the giant out of the humble man
Thought it was over, but no sir this' Royal Rumble and
You are over the top rope, just when you thought G.O.AT
Then shots came to your castle where you cannot moat
The moment I realized my idols cannot float
I fucked the game when my bars dropped and I'm not soap
I sail over frozen water, y'all are Moses with lost hope
I must be the west coast Nas, ho
And we all know who Jay is
Either I get the feature or Ether his whole playlist
He wrote my e-mail on the bill with the bold face
If we spar, he's locked in my basement
Like Eminem did Dre when the Chronic came in
Nigga, this Wrekless
You need that comp
You Joe blow Biden in a clique of Sarah Palin's
Hip hop is a wishing well I wouldn't share a pail in
I beat you pussies up, IAmSu and you're a plaintiff
What's up
Flows like Moaning Myrtle you get popped like kettle kernel
I Ichabod Crane this
My team is them niggas they refer you to
They refer you to Wrekless, I'm indica brainless
Marijuana high, dro, pussy ho, ass, titties
Tie 'em up, throw 'em in a car-son, Ab-city
Technically, I'm like Eminem and Stan
Only difference is, my idol 'bout to crash with me
This is where that hip-hop cash gets me
This is real relevant, this is not Cassidy
Hood kid, rap city, hip-hop hall of fame
Lyrical athlete
Welcome to my creative space
Where I know I can touch your heart even if I ain't seen your face
I say faith has taken its place
Cause I dreamed but had to believe
I know success is just a quest but the journey is such a chase
That ain't nothing' to bank on
Well at least as far as I know I go all out 'til my tank's on
E, I plea to my Jesus say I pray that I make it
Went to school with those who did, I'm just trying to find my place
…Went to school with those who did, I'm just trying to find my place
I'm trying to catch up with Mustard because I'm different, ho
True chains, relish when my green grow
And as far as the team go
Goliath met his David, this is the sling show
I'm flying with amazing niggas
Pilot is complaining all the miles he had to take
To make this journey toward greatness
You quite basic, face it I'm aiming where your brain is
Too many
Bars, my bail is too high where you cannot claim it
Who winning
The west is Wrekless, the rest are just elementary
Flow grade A and y'all first grade mentally
I won't stop until I can just crash a Bentley
Go to the dealership and sign a deal for cash and Bentley keys
In spite of Midas and Meineke
I definite all variety
I control all the finer things
Control
[Verse 2: RockstarTuNE]
And nigga only the finer things
The finer designer dreams
Makin' yo' momma scream
Like she stand for the minor leagues
Rocking a polo tee and
I'm chrome like spinning wheels out that matchbox
Nigga I'm unchained like DJango
I don't need two to tango
I Mortal Kombat like Kano
Captain Saino, Luke Furango, Dodge Durango
Shit ahh fuck it!
Take a deposit to the shot to the bank
Ahh, nigga I'm getting buckets
You say the realest nigga alive?
Nah, nigga you really wasn't
I'm Earl Sweatshirt cousin with a halo making pesos
When I chase those I spread like mayo
Or inside J-Lo if you say so
This monopoly board is a game and you play
I'll take those, erase foes
Welcome to Insanity, this humanity is humid
I'm still in the basement to say I ain't human
Alien, Godzilla
This be the resurrection of Thriller, real killer
Take a hit of this green stigma I call it enigma
Diamonds, guns, dro and gold diggers
Sell your soul to a bunch of old niggas
So y'all can ball out with your balls out
But I control this shit when it falls out
When you're ready to crumble like a girl scout
Cookie... nigga fix your pussy nigga
I'm back on active duty nigga, a bow face
Ten hut, one-two, three four
Don't act like you ain't never done it before
Pyro, Spyro see me blaze and disappear and they go
I eat the beat, they won't allow me on the hunger games
Selfie flicks, window pane
Selfish people with emotions man; Notre Dame
I'm doing it Big Sean, Marlon Wayan's brother
I'm a control freak
Control the whole system by next week
Don't test me
I kick it like Jackie Chan in a crane kick
I must be either Charlie Brown or Charlie Sheen
Baby arrest me
Know my team throw up the 'W' - west crack and Whitney
L.A. bound, sin city and Wrekless my niggas the roll with me
Pick up where I left off southern styles of withdraw
Quick draw McGraw sitcom, I don't fuck with y'all
Certified Susan Miller Dorsey Don, hoe
Staring at a blank canvas
As I allow the ink from creativity to answer
Questions that never come unless you're breezing
Through leaves that never stop dancing
[Verse 1: Jet 2]
This is not for my city
No this is not to be friendly
This is not for the purpose of dissing
It's all just me venting
I'm a diamond in the sky though
Walkin' a tightrope practicing tae bo
Kickin' the guy code
With a flow solid, you won't catch me bending
Instead I'll be denting your entity
I'm a chemist with chemistry
No, I'm a chemist with enthalpy
You won't catch no empathy
You won't catch no empathy
This is not a track off Control System
This is control, nigga my soul your whole solar system
I'm in control
They done brought the giant out of the humble man
Thought it was over, but no sir this' Royal Rumble and
You are over the top rope, just when you thought G.O.AT
Then shots came to your castle where you cannot moat
The moment I realized my idols cannot float
I fucked the game when my bars dropped and I'm not soap
I sail over frozen water, y'all are Moses with lost hope
I must be the west coast Nas, ho
And we all know who Jay is
Either I get the feature or Ether his whole playlist
He wrote my e-mail on the bill with the bold face
If we spar, he's locked in my basement
Like Eminem did Dre when the Chronic came in
Nigga, this Wrekless
You need that comp
You Joe blow Biden in a clique of Sarah Palin's
Hip hop is a wishing well I wouldn't share a pail in
I beat you pussies up, IAmSu and you're a plaintiff
What's up
Flows like Moaning Myrtle you get popped like kettle kernel
I Ichabod Crane this
My team is them niggas they refer you to
They refer you to Wrekless, I'm indica brainless
Marijuana high, dro, pussy ho, ass, titties
Tie 'em up, throw 'em in a car-son, Ab-city
Technically, I'm like Eminem and Stan
Only difference is, my idol 'bout to crash with me
This is where that hip-hop cash gets me
This is real relevant, this is not Cassidy
Hood kid, rap city, hip-hop hall of fame
Lyrical athlete
Welcome to my creative space
Where I know I can touch your heart even if I ain't seen your face
I say faith has taken its place
Cause I dreamed but had to believe
I know success is just a quest but the journey is such a chase
That ain't nothing' to bank on
Well at least as far as I know I go all out 'til my tank's on
E, I plea to my Jesus say I pray that I make it
Went to school with those who did, I'm just trying to find my place
…Went to school with those who did, I'm just trying to find my place
I'm trying to catch up with Mustard because I'm different, ho
True chains, relish when my green grow
And as far as the team go
Goliath met his David, this is the sling show
I'm flying with amazing niggas
Pilot is complaining all the miles he had to take
To make this journey toward greatness
You quite basic, face it I'm aiming where your brain is
Too many
Bars, my bail is too high where you cannot claim it
Who winning
The west is Wrekless, the rest are just elementary
Flow grade A and y'all first grade mentally
I won't stop until I can just crash a Bentley
Go to the dealership and sign a deal for cash and Bentley keys
In spite of Midas and Meineke
I definite all variety
I control all the finer things
Control
[Verse 2: RockstarTuNE]
And nigga only the finer things
The finer designer dreams
Makin' yo' momma scream
Like she stand for the minor leagues
Rocking a polo tee and
I'm chrome like spinning wheels out that matchbox
Nigga I'm unchained like DJango
I don't need two to tango
I Mortal Kombat like Kano
Captain Saino, Luke Furango, Dodge Durango
Shit ahh fuck it!
Take a deposit to the shot to the bank
Ahh, nigga I'm getting buckets
You say the realest nigga alive?
Nah, nigga you really wasn't
I'm Earl Sweatshirt cousin with a halo making pesos
When I chase those I spread like mayo
Or inside J-Lo if you say so
This monopoly board is a game and you play
I'll take those, erase foes
Welcome to Insanity, this humanity is humid
I'm still in the basement to say I ain't human
Alien, Godzilla
This be the resurrection of Thriller, real killer
Take a hit of this green stigma I call it enigma
Diamonds, guns, dro and gold diggers
Sell your soul to a bunch of old niggas
So y'all can ball out with your balls out
But I control this shit when it falls out
When you're ready to crumble like a girl scout
Cookie... nigga fix your pussy nigga
I'm back on active duty nigga, a bow face
Ten hut, one-two, three four
Don't act like you ain't never done it before
Pyro, Spyro see me blaze and disappear and they go
I eat the beat, they won't allow me on the hunger games
Selfie flicks, window pane
Selfish people with emotions man; Notre Dame
I'm doing it Big Sean, Marlon Wayan's brother
I'm a control freak
Control the whole system by next week
Don't test me
I kick it like Jackie Chan in a crane kick
I must be either Charlie Brown or Charlie Sheen
Baby arrest me
Know my team throw up the 'W' - west crack and Whitney
L.A. bound, sin city and Wrekless my niggas the roll with me
Pick up where I left off southern styles of withdraw
Quick draw McGraw sitcom, I don't fuck with y'all
Certified Susan Miller Dorsey Don, hoe
( Jet 2 )
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