Control

Lyrics

[Chorus: Raleigh Ritchie] 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 [Verse 1: Big Narstie] 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 [Chorus: Raleigh Ritchie] 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 [Post-Chorus: Raleigh Ritchie] 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 [Verse 2: Big Narstie] 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 [Chorus: Raleigh Ritchie] 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 [Post-Chorus: Raleigh Ritchie] 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