Sol - Cruise Control lyrics

We be coolin' in the shade (right) You should try to respect The way I mic check When I'm rhyming on the sh** Put the lighter to the spliff Life is just a ____, but it matters how you treat her Love her f** her cut and leave her I need a lover who could be with me forever Even if I never eat her I'm too hungry for these beats yo I need more dough cuz cash rule the globe And if you didn't know now you know (now you know) I put my hands up, not for the local hip hop But to the ozone hoping I could find the gods Climbing to the top got me shining by the brow Sweat means you're working hard enough to feel the crowd Feel me now, hear me now I am really who I say I am Your biggest fan (?) and I'm not (?) And you're not Eminem this is hip hop B-bop, Jazz R&B, Rock n Roll black music Hook: I found a way to control Where I go I used to fly so high, I thought I'd never come down 'til one day I found out what it's really 'bout If you don't do it now it will never happen I used to think I was forever rappin' til I met a 'has-been' You lose some magic every time you use it So don't abuse it or you'll end up as a one-hit poof-then Who's him? No one knows Used to blaze flows, from the back of his throat but it's been years since we've seen him glow Do you need the needle or do you fiend for the wax Me, I bleed on tracks, Sol, be a junkie for rap f** that other sh**, never touch nothin' but the pen 'til the end, and if you see me again, my friend Know that nothin' ever changes but the weather and the trends And even them, they really mean nothing in the end What was it that I said before? Oh I found a way to control, if it's soul let me flow like Hook: I found a way to control Where I go See, no matter how high, I always find a way to ride...na'mean? Yeah..yeah.. Piano mane It's like I only got a few more years to live Because the window in this game is small and it closes quick And on top of that I swear to god everybody raps But only a chosen few support the local cats They cut my lights out last week I'm working like a factory A thousand CD's at a time I'm in these streets Begging for ears to hear my blood sweat and tears Took a couple years but in a second they dismiss Even when I flow sick "Sol's this What did you expect? The same kid?" Na I'm grown and sh** And I'm better than ya'll now I'm fed up with ya'll now I'm goin to get my cheddar get the f** up or stand down Tryna find a way to bring the corners from all around Hold together singing the same song and sing it loud Feel the sound from underground Harriet Tubman style Quit f**in' around this is more than just a town Let's make this money now Control the market now Marcus Garvey style f** the A and R on top will knock em down Search his pockets take my scrilla back Cuz foreala we all k**as when it come to the cash (take control)