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in control freestyle - mystik lyrics

verse1 (control)
you lames throwing shots but i ain’t feeling these bars
i see you shooting blanks but i’m outchea stealing these broads
i been it k!lling sh-t for too long i deserve an award
but for now ya’ll can holla me a round of applause
man i’m sl!cker than a hitman, snipers and 10 shooters
you aiight my n-gga get a couple of mind boosters
what’s beef? i bring it to your door like i’m a butcher
you ain’t running streets you just standing there like a hooker
bulawayo is my turf get that clear
i’m ahead of you -ssh0l-s and ya’ll can’t come near
k!llswitch, k!ll what? where your clique at son
oh i get it they behind you no excuse for the pun
gotta give you props for thinking you the best one time
the only thing worse than your sk!ll is your nerve mafana
what you smoking on? kush makes n-ggas get high hopes
you the king of which city? n-gga you got jokes
i swear angila ngqondo to christ i put it on
ubude bakho abungethusi we can get it on
v1 ngiyakutrabha ngikupende on and on
ngivaye ngini ngibhoshe on top of the stove and switch it on
klap on the radio we got more hits than one
your whole clique been at it, rolling indawe one
quit claiming to be king lil n-gga you ain’t one
roc rizzle got your back in more ways than one
so i’m hearing n-ggas talking bout the realest in skies
who’s the dopest n-gga rapping and the illest in town
its only a few k!lling it homie but some of ya’ll
wack n-ggas and lame n-ggas don’t get involved
you make a diss song tryna acc-mulate hype
you love attention like a b-tch n-gga we hate your type
man i’m usually homeboys with the same n-ggas i rap with
but this is my lane so err’body can get it
so that goes for pmdee, p2daoh, rizzle, poy, badkid, vic, digits, th-rne, bizzle, 2dope, spinx, cal_vin, psyko and k brizzy
i got love for you all but i’m tryna murder you n-ggas
no sugar coating i’m really finna bury you n-ggas
some of ya’ll ain’t real and i call ya’ll feminine n-ggas
what is compet-tion, oh i get it, its my reflection
when i’m looking in mirror, the game is my playstation

(freestyle part2)
i’m done with beef lemme get to the rapping
i’m a lyrical beast all you muh’f-ckers be lacking
don’t try and figure me out dawg i’m not a rubik’s
i’m k!lling the game softly so i’m sum like the fugees
i sound better after ever track, l excel
you need a confirmation better check my clientele
the flow’s parallel to rivers in the amazon
married to the game and the mic is like a battle zone
the grind is steady i pray to god for my sins
when i’m on the stage i move people like the magazines
no b-ttabing, but i’m sl!cker on the realer i’m a king and i’m rolling with the better team
i been away from the city that i hail from
lames claim to be running the fortress that i own
you decline huh, oh really though?
i don’t give a f-ck like a woman in her period
the flow is k!lling the rhyme is undoubtable
i grab the mic and make you rappers uncomfortable
i’m the nightmare you always see yourself in
finna make it hard for you to breathe in your inception
dangerous bars man i’m a venomous spitter
rebelious flow my n-gga ask blaqhitler
yeah i’m that n-gga with one shirt
let the whole city know how i k!lled ya’ll with one verse!

- mystik lyrics

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