Stokely - Control Freeverse lyrics

[VERSE II: Stokely] Wasn't gone do this But n***as was talking reckless Forgot that im ruthless on records n***a im jerry heller You fellas don't want my two cents? f** it die with the rest of em Favorite rapper under my nike or at least whats left of em Best f**in MC in Cleveland, yall looking edible n***as stepping with beef and then roll away as a vegetable Ripping ya mandible, then tossing it to them fans of you n***as think they can rap, I get it that's understandable When all you got around you is corny n***as and canibals That bite each other till the whole city lookin identical I keep it explicit part of speech flippin The artery slitting, dropping art till you leave the gallery limping Call ambulances and more ammunitions compare me to villains And point out civilians thinking they f** with me time to k** em Slowly and maliciously, leaving mysteries unintentionally Ignorance must be bliss because these n***as happy with misery n***a you don't know sh** I rip it, I rip it physically And at the same time subliminally make marks on history No remedy only serenity Keeping your body of work in asymmetry Picture me vividly painting Obituaries hanging of n***as that hated My memories fading Brand new attitude, them sneakers better hit the pavement Unless you willing to stand and defend that bullsh** you claiming I doubt it, so where's your payment? My sh** earns interest in memory banks Your sh** is belated, birthday wishes from your ex-b**hes Damn, tell me how that make you feel n***as fresh off lasik, still basic, can't see the hill So I k** these n***as and instantly watch they're weakness reveal Prophecies get fulfilled With each one of you n***as that I leave slobbering in the field Black dahlia in the field sh** is stranger than fiction, take nightmares and make them real No alibi, no appeal ,no trial Lord give me bars, give my victims the green mile or green cards Get the f** from around me, know your boundaries And trust me we hard Longest yard you'll ever walk, you sweating stepping to me dog And I'll gladly add you to the recipe dog But remember its Common Ave. man I rep till the end Like comodo, I'm cold blooded with the pad and the pen Smashing the trends These wack rappers close to the end and we close to the ends Like offensive tackles, pockets get big Since a kid I always knew that I was nothing like them The action coming, motherf**er I ain't running like them Because these wolves they want flesh They'll dress like sheep to get it My soul just won't rest, bars ready for vengeance These broads ready to commend it I traveled way past intentions They think they contending, Im ripping tendons every time I spit it! (ugh) You n***as ain't really rapping yall just coffin filling Cough and feel it when I hit your chest quick with the sharpest lyrics Slaughter's dripping and tempting Safari in him he's tripping He gotta get it, if not he'll stay hungry and basement living That basic living was never a part of the plan, he's given A set of talents that not many humans were born equipped with Feeling inside his chest got him feeling he's never finished Like he took an eight and tipped it they hated, he ate again Let me tell yall that yall n***as ain't got sh** on me Got more in my memory than you could meditate over twenty centuries n***a!