Lyrics Control - Big Narstie, Raleigh Ritchie

Control

Fall on my face, feel the pain
When my feet slow down
I can’t relate in the way
That I need to now
My motors are running, I lose all control
I feel it coming and exit my soul
I feel it coming, I feel it coming
I feel it coming, I lose all control
No millionaire, round here, man are slumdog
Tryna hit the belly with a one pop
Vampire life when the sun drops
I became an animal to not wear Dunlop
95.5FM
On your dial
Man better know, real shit, that it’s on top
Man up the levels on a one drop
Couple Zs at the back of Johnny One Stop
Going for the bread, cuz, nonstop
No time on my hands like a stop clock
Man walk the beat, man hopscotch
Trademark stamp, I be writing top notch
No hot chocolates, no Hobnobs
Road trip needs weed and condoms
Blonde hairs, brunettes, I get options
But you know say blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
Rémy, the Goose, snakeskin all in my shoes
I’ve come from shit, now I’ve got two in the blues
ALBD all in the jewels
Teach them, take these niggas to school
Fuck that, break these niggas in two
Badder than who?
Sick like man’s got the flu
You don’t get mad, atchoo
Aim the big ting, atchoo
Blow the big ting, atchoo
Blow that bogey nose with no hankie
I ain’t saving the peace, I ain’t Gandhi
Flow’s gone like liquid mandy
Large up Bill, large up Andy, gang
Fall on my face, feel the pain
When my feet slow down
I can’t relate in the way
That I need to now
My motors are running, I lose all control
I feel it coming and exit my soul
My motors are running, I lose all control
I feel it coming and exit my soul
I feel it coming, I feel it coming
I feel it coming and I feel it coming
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
I feel it coming and lose all control
Touch mic, make everybody mosh pit
Flow is sick and toxic
Make girl Hollywood leg drop
Send a pretty girl to the hospice
I skank out in the rave
Don’t wanna hear no talk 'bout «watch it»
This right here is the loud
Cheesier than Wotsits
Chocolate boy, I’m the topic
Uncle Pain is the gossip
MMA tape dial
Pop man’s arm out the fucking socket
NASA flow, you know
I am gone like a rocket
To infinity and beyond
I’ve got this
Fall on my face, feel the pain
When my feet slow down
I can’t relate in the way
That I need to now
My motors are running, I lose all control
I feel it coming and exit my soul
My motors are running, I lose all control
I feel it coming and exit my soul
I feel it coming, I feel it coming
I feel it coming and I feel it coming
I feel it, I feel it, I feel it, I feel it
I feel it coming and lose all control