$USPENSE - Control (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: Clay co*krell] I'm diving in head first, you know I had to spit on this verse I'm making it how I rehearsed, rapper's blood quenching my thirst I'm evil I am the worst, driving 100 in a hearse 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**ing murderer, y'all think that I'm kidding? I'll come up in this b**h 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 a** 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 damn 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**er 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 co*krell] It's time for that hard sh**, those bars that are beyond lit Hit that ollie and say "Ah sh**!", 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**'s rough right now, and that's something they can't deny But people ain't talking 'bout it like they all f**ing shy What's that gonna fix, absolutely nothing Rappers have all this fuel, yet no conscious sh** be bumping 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 hell down That's that stupid sh** 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**ing blood hound I'm changing the rap industry, bar for bar Cause this modern slur sh** 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** 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** it man I am How are you selling all these records? Is it a god damn sham? Maybe America's just stupid Media brainwashing the youth, but b**hes 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**, I'm sorry if I offended, but mentally I'm just heated k**ing these rappers like I just caught them all cheating Like Azaelia Banks b**h, 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 hell'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 superstition 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** hits the fan I just want to be the man, and god damn 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 hell 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** 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, su*k A PENIS SLIM JESUS Ya big a** 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**ing 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**, on a silver plate Y'all are like a dickless 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 j**elry, 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** rappers are getting old So call it STOP like Morse Code My verse is over, you've been controlled Period. (Raw)