King Los

King Los - Control (Remix) lyrics

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[Intro:]

Uh,

King,

Zero!

I got it

You are now havin' your sandwich made

With extra mayonnaise, 808's, and a hand grenade

Cause any man could get played in my all in phase

I mean my flow passwords like the log in page, uh

See how my last words do?

I put my log in your girl, cause we’re passwords, too

Your BM just sent me a DM and you be chasing that hooker

You steady stalking her Twitter,

She gave me face when I booked her.

She treat me like the Facebook logo,

Now that's a true slut!

In other words, she … blew me cause I… blew up

Acknowledge my knowledge is polished

Cowards get power dropped.

Man, my flow could make a suicide pilot apologize.

I'm piling guys in a pile, a pile of guys on they pals

I silently swear I kill 'em, I'm finalizing my vows.

Uh, I'm shitting on them, I’m vitalizing my bowls

Like I took a vitamin, something vitalizing my bowls!

I’m the truth times two, I ain't inviting lies, you should bow!

(Pow, pow, pow) I'm taking shots in the dark

While taking shots of the dog I'm taking shots at your thoughts

You can take these shots from a vet

While I’m taking shots at your dogs

They gonna have to have me shackled and ….

While having my Adam apple detached in a Baptist chapel

While attacked by the fastest traveling javelin

While attached to a dragon dragging a cage?

These niggas go trap me

And while I'm laughing, while I'm lapping ‘em

They collapse as I'm passing ‘em!

Man, I'm coming with the K, like the lacking potassium.

Uh, I'm Jordan from the …

While every frame is in slow mode

And every fan in the stands got their head in they hands like "oh no"

Somebody get the promo, so somebody flick the photo,

And somebody stitch the logo,

I'm bodying this shit bro bro! Get it?

You don't get it, my nigga! You gotta get it!

I'm bodying this shit, his logo had his whole body in it.

Oh my ice tea, coco, ice cube, vanilla ice,

Tom Cruise and Vanilla Sky, tell these guys that I'm hella nice,

Right! When I spit it tear wind, the air bin

I'm wicked, son! These niggas buns like hair pins

Amateurs, I scientifically handle bars

And you just …, putting bikes together in your man's garage

Damn it dog, I … this guy!

I ain't talking 'bout no rapper, I said "fold the sky", nigga!

In half and disperse the worse grin

As I write a verse in reverse that reverses the Earth spin

You worse than a skid nigga who popped thing off then flee

I got a flow that can lock in and knock the wings off a flea!

Yeah, I'm a king, I'm elite I could never dream of defeat

I could Dr. King you with a speech while I Rodney King-ing your beat

You playing the victim nigga, I'm saying the vicious scriptures

You niggas in denial like you bathe in Egyptian rivers

I wrote this in hieroglyphics, I'm focused and I am gifted

I hope that I just provoked you to notice that I am different

I feel so blessed I should mention, I pushed the depths of extension

Much highe, my type of talent requires special attention.

Kendrick, I think you genius!

J. Cole got these niggas worried

Big KRIT is a southern killer, Wale is a visionary!

Pusha been pushing so long, he truly defines a hustler

Meek did his time like a G,

Came back home and shined on them suckers!

A$AP mastered the facets of fashion

Snatching the essence of branding his whole fam and a no man demanding a presence

This nigga Drake nice on the mic and act

So many hits he fucked around and brought light skin back

And Big Sean you did it! you really did it, no bullshi

You putting the D on, I could see the future, no…

Get it? …, I went to war with critics like Jay Eleca

Let him see my exhibit, get it? Exhibit C

I exquisitely make a segway to Tyler,

My future's odd, I salute you dog

Mac Miller, young white boy track

Killer, gotta feel that

I think real rap back, nigga

King!

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