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control (remix) - clay cockrell lyrics

[verse 1: clay c-ckrell]
i’m diving in head first, you know i had to spit on this verse
i’m making it how i rehe-rs-d, rapper’s blood quenching my thirst
i’m evil i am the worst, driving 100 in a he-rs-
with your grandma backseat driving from the back in the coffin
my mind i am lost in, driving without caution
i’m dozing way too often, the pills i should get off ’em
that ambien and oxycontin, but i just keep on popping
the problem ain’t i be driving, the problem is i was texting
sorry that’s kanye, but it’s still good music right?
i’m strong arming the game with my lyrical might
just listen for a second, and you know that i’m tight
i’m leading y’all to the light, or at least putting it in sight
this was my birthright, i came out spitting fire
please just one more song before this beat retires
i’m an aspiring artist for hire who admires this beat
so i had to acquire it now it’s time to go beast
hip-hop isn’t just deceased, it’s existence has ceased
all ties have been cut from reality like the middle-east
brainwashing the youth like a pedophilic priest
radicals popping up like you cooking with yeast
you could cut the tension with a knife, and it’s time to feast
i’mma eat the hearts of all these rappers doing the least
cause i’m a motherf-cking murderer, y’all think that i’m kidding?
i’ll come up in this b-tch yelling -skir- like i was skidding
cause i need to remind you of one thing that y’all forgetting
but seriously, do you hear this cold-blooded lyricism
i could murder half of y’all in two lines, and the rest in four
and then i’ll just move on cause there’s no reason for more
no time to dwell, don’t want to get caught in the storm
so i keep my -ss moving to keep ahead of the storm
i’m stealing the crown from y’all, on my head it shall be worn
got a sash across the chest that says i’m the illest form
there’s no way to stop me like friction has disappeared
so i’mma keep up this momentum until i am top tier
i’mma god d-mn monster and i’m something you all should fear
cause i’ve had a hard time, so i’m going off this year
this is the takeover, aiming to be as big as drake
i won’t ever say i started at the bottom, cause that’d be fake
i’m a suburban motherf-cker who just wants a little stake
in the future of rap, so i can go and make bank
and i ain’t saying i’m a murderer like jason out the lake
but i ain’t count it out yet, so stay weary of the shank
i could end the song here, but i would hate to be frank
but i guess i should calm it down a bit for my sanity’s sake
k

[verse 2: clay c-ckrell]
it’s time for that hard sh-t, those bars that are beyond lit
hit that ollie and say “ah sh-t!”, got the doctor saying he’s so sick
seeing the kids busting .22s in the street and get lost in violence
it’s more than just an extracurricular they be involved in
see, this ain’t me, but i see it all around me
these schools are causing stress, and the outlets all foul b
society’s pumping out criminals at the rate of a factory
i got more gangs in the streets than public housing
sh-t’s rough right now, and that’s something they can’t deny
but people ain’t talking ’bout it like they all f-cking shy
what’s that gonna fix, absolutely nothing
rappers have all this fuel, yet no conscious sh-t be b-mping
it’s all about partying, and i ain’t saying it’s wrong
but why not send some positive vibes while your fan base is strong
they say i need to take a breath, and calm the h-ll down
that’s that stupid sh-t i’d do if i wanted to be low brow
but nah fam, i’m going in for another round
i’m going at they jugulars like a f-cking blood hound
i’m changing the rap industry, bar for bar
cause this modern slur sh-t has gone too far
i can’t even hear the lyrics, and they still sub-par
since when was talent not required to be a star
f-ck future, fetty, and cheif keef
rap used to be my religion, but now i watch in disbelief
and i ain’t tryna start beef, nah f-ck it man i am
how are you selling all these records? is it a god d-mn sham?
maybe america’s just stupid
media brainwashing the youth, but b-tches you ain’t cupid
the style is going down like they ain’t shaved their pubics
the game seems unreal like i’m living with lupus
sh-t, i’m sorry if i offended, but mentally i’m just heated
k!lling these rappers like i just caught them all cheating
like azaelia banks b-tch, better go ahead and get seated
if there’s an obstacle in my way, it’s a hurdle, i’m ’bout to leap it
how many more rhymes, ’till you admit, you’ve been defeated
you got hit one too many times, that’s your brain cells depleting
have you going to a trump rally that’s a kkk meeting
trump feeding off ignorance like lucifer feeding
making bigotry grow like it was fed some creatine
it’s horrific that i feel like a conspiracy theorist for being the only one who sees it
but i don’t want to give him any more attention
he just be acting out, teacher give him detention
arguing like a ten year-old, without any supervision
don’t even know what the h-ll’s going on, like america during eurovision
major changes need to be made, surgical incision
can’t see you from the top, maybe it’s just my impaired vision
throwing salt on you over my shoulder like superst-tion
i have lines that’ll hit you three days later like christ has risen
i’ll have you looking for a dictionary, so you can understand
cause i’m not gonna dumb it down for you like pitching underhand
i want to spit hard enough to conquer every land
be the one who puts it back together after sh-t hits the fan
i just want to be the man, and god d-mn it i am
i could play two parts in this play, eminem in stan
trying to open paths for good rappers, you could call me the doorman
young thug get the h-ll out of here, there’s the door man

[verse intro: $uspense & kanye]
-bottle fizz-
aye yo
this rap game ain’t all what it seems (heh!)
but it was em that had a problem with bush, right? not ye
but i guess that’s why jet fuel can’t melt my ultralight beams (blessed)
rappers like drizzy and wayne make this sh-t look easy
this supposed to be a diss track

[verse 3: $uspense]
the one where we call out all the has-beens of this rap game
the track where we attack the l taking fakes and big name lames
the ones who think under-enunciating brought them to fame
plus the ones who fell off and on again
tell the mcs from compton, i ain’t playing the game
and tell dre i’m still salty, cause he ain’t signed my name
oh yeah, and tell big sean, kendrick, and jay electron, when they finally step down (ah, i shouldn’t do it)
but i’mma call out some more and express my pain
of not being taken literally in this rap game, this rap game
but back to the l taking fakes talking drum squad and slurring over trap, but all while thinking it’s rap
it’s fiendish, suck a p-n-s slim jesus
ya big -ss forehead cracker
got eight slacking whack f-ggot waving bbs on the back of your track, boy
my verse took to long, call me over wait
i write at a turtle’s pace
first feature and i’m already k!lling the game
unlike these dudes on the 2016 xxl freshman list
anderson .paak, lil uzi vert, denzel curry, yachty, and kodak black
y’all are sh-t, on a silver plate
y’all are like a d-ckless t-bone, you a miss steak
plus your rhymes are weak
i’m the prince in the rap game and clay soon to be king
we called up and coming
shout out to kai-ming
orange chicken, extra hot
try to step to me, i’m taking everything you got
including your jewelry, your sneakers, and your watch
don’t believe me? think i’m all talk?
it’s like momma always says hoe, “hide and watch”
new age bullsh-t rappers are getting old
so call it stop like morse code
my verse is over, you’ve been controlled
period. (raw)

- clay cockrell lyrics

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