King Los - Control (Remix) lyrics
[Produced by No I.D] [Intro] Uh, King, Zero! I got it [Verse 1] You are now havin' your sandwich made With extra mayonnaise, 808's, and a hand grenade Cause any man could get played in my all in phase I mean my flow pa** words like the log in page, ugh See how my last words do? I put my log in your girl cause we past words too Your BM sent me a DM and you be chasin' that hooker You steady stalkin' her Twitter, she gave me face when I booked her She treat me like the Facebook logo, now that's a true s*ut In other words, she f'in blew me cause I f'in blew up Acknowledge my knowledge is polished, cowards get power dropped Man my flow could make a suicide pilot apologize I'm piling guys in a pile, a pile of guys on they pals I silently swear I'll k**'em, I'm finalizing my vows I'm sh**ting on them, I'm vitalizing my bowels Like I took a vitamin, something vital lies in my bowels Im the truth times two, I ain't inviting lies you should bow (Paow, paow, paow) I'm taking shots in the dark While taking shots of the dog I'm taking shots at your thoughts You can take these shots from a vet while I'm taking shots at your dogs They gon' have to have me shackled and tackled at tabernacles While havin' my adam's apple detached in a baptist chapel Attacked by the fastest travelin' javelin' While attached to a dragon dragging a cage; these n***as gon' trap me And while I'm laughing, I'm lappin' 'em, they collapse as I'm pa**in' 'em Man I'm coming with the K, like they lackin' Pota**ium I'm Jordan from the free throw while every frame is in slow mo And every fan in the stands got they head in they hands like "oh no" Somebody get the promo, so somebody flick the photo And somebody stitch the logo, I'm bodying this sh** bro bro Get it? You don't get it? My n***a, you gotta get it I'm bodying this sh**, his logo had his whole body in it Oh my Ice tea, coco, ice cube, vanilla ice Tom Cruise and Vanilla Sky, tell these guys that I'm hella nice, right When I spit, it tear wind, the air bend I'm wicked son, these n***as buns like hair pins Amateurs, I scientifically handle bars And you just Jodie, putting bikes together in your man's garage Damn it dog, I fold this guy I ain't talking 'bout no rapper, I said "fold the sky" n***a In half and disperse the worse grin As I write a verse in reverse that reverses the earth spin You worse than a scared n***a who popped the thing off then flee I got a flow that can lock in and knock the wings off a flea Yeah I'm a King, I'm elite I could never dream of defeat I could Dr. King you a speech while I'm Rodney Kinging ya beat You playing the victim n***a, I'm saying the vicious scriptures You n***as is in denial like you bathe in Egyptian rivers I wrote this in Hieroglyphics, I'm focused and I am gifted I hope that I just provoked you to notice that I am different I feel so blessed I should mention, I pushed the depths of extension Much higher my type of talent requires special attention Kendrick I think you genius, J. Cole got these n***as worried Big K.R.I.T. is a southern k**er, Wale is a visionary Pusha been pushing so long he truly defines a hustler Meek did his time like a G, came back home and shined on them s**as A$AP mastered the facets of fashion Snatching the essence of brandin' his whole fam and a no man demanding a presence This n***a Drake nice on the mic and act So many hits he f**ed around and brought light skin back And Big Sean you did it, you really did it, no bullsh**ting You putting the D on I could see the future, no Warwick Get it? Dion Warwick, I went to war with critics like Jay Elec' I let him see my exhibit, get it? Exhibit C I exquisitely make a segue down to Tyler, my future's odd, I salute you dog Mac Miller, young white boy track k**er, gotta feel that I think real rap back, n***a King...