Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Control, artist - Dälek. Album song Asphalt for Eden, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.04.2016
Record label: Profound Lore
Song language: English
Control |
| Forged, stainless thoughts from an iron will |
| Refuse to kneel |
| Shielded eyes missed core of truths revealed |
| Flesh won’t heal when attacks are medulla |
| Ten percent of currency is real |
| The rest only exists on computers |
| None truer than this kid of concrete |
| Reinterpretation of beats |
| Clapped hands and stomped feet |
| Need examples of what not to do? |
| Watch me! |
| Christians swear they love life |
| No comprehension of what Ankhs mean |
| Find basic tenants of breath shocking |
| Breathe deep, muhfucka |
| We just talking |
| Unsteady hands plot the course of existence |
| Recalibrate to face the path of most resistance |
| Don’t expect an ounce of forgiveness |
| The force this exerts is enough to move buildings |
| I’d say let’s be adults, but on the real, we all children |
| Hidden gems 'mongst words don’t make them shit’s wisdom Withstood attacks of an |
| uncivil system |
| Long enough to witness |
| Minute shiftings |
| Hard to describe this design as uplifting |
| But then again I’m hard to describe |
| A desolate existence I’m forced to survive |
| Mathematics dictate when these thoughts realign |
| The sublime beauty between the wretched is what I cherish |
| A fat muhfucka from a culture that’s malnourished |
| Could give a fuck what we’re told that the meek will inherit |
| I don’t want your crumbs. |
| Keep your scraps. |
| All that. |
| I don’t need none of that |
| What’s been said has misled masses |
| Huddled shoulder baring weight of an uprooted truth |
| Recouped on ever ounce of pain I ever dealt |
| Lack of wealth overcome with a knowledge of self |
| Wiser eyes devise a mirage of sorts |
| Take life’s punches in a barrage of course |
| Was born to a new era |
| Where goodfellas copped dollar Newports |
| Drown sorrows brown bottle brew quarts |
| Sight distorts yet aligns inner rhythm |
| Fought tooth and nail |
| Nothing’s ever given |
| Given more of self than there was self to give |
| Frequency for breath cause these sounds will outlive |
| 5'6″ Honduran, I’ve stated my stature |
| Scrolls in nap sacks but I ain’t no backpacker |
| Saturated market where we ain’t the main factor |
| I don’t spit verses, I ink chapters |
| Never one to claim to have answers |
| Societal constructs must shatter |
| They ain’t concerned with the now just the after |
| Got nerve to ask why we state it’s Black lives that matter |
| Controlled thought |
| Controlled breath |
| Controlled art |
| Controlled sex |
| Controlled mind |
| Produce less |
| Produce crime |
| We need strength |