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CONTROL: BIGGEST COLLAB (Lucifer feat. Abstrakt, Justin, and Vizion) w/Bonus Verse

  1. VERSE 1 (#Lucifer):
  2. Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, I writ it,
  3. it's fixed, shit if the rhythm was sick, I could be slick as the Rick,
  4. sickin' you strictly picky pricks, subliminal menace,
  5. I grimace a bit, it's like I'm serving criminal sentences,
  6. y'all split a spliff, lit it quick, hit it, quit it, and shit it,
  7. I've written this shit, flippin' the script but I'm such a menace,
  8. to these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,
  9. they're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,
  10. the system is fixed, prisons are prisms and so is spittin',
  11. hand up on my pistol grip, quickly sick 'em, it is,
  12. a shithole, but still I change the whole game in a sense,
  13. so I guess that in a way this don't prove my innocence,
  14. lightin' y'all like incense, it's my spectacular turn,
  15. burn like furnace urns, re furnish on the track as a fern,
  16. pass the shit, master KRIT got you grabbin' the glass and it's,
  17. makin' you stab and slash, assassin of assonance,
  18. a half assing activist who preaches, never practices,
  19. slept on me like you had tracks stashed in mattresses,
  20. gassing up this rap and it's funny, y'all spit it when,
  21. y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,
  22. for the emcees, I'm dissin' yo, but no hate is handy,
  23. and that goes for Don, 420, Justin, Carl, Great, and Randy,
  24. K.N.B., Abstrakt, and motherfuckers, kick rocks,
  25. who thinkin' they're big shots? Runnin' on the fast track,
  26. I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,
  27. shit flies by like kites, life bites you with its knife fights,
  28. but shit, y'all wouldn't know that, please, you ghetto?
  29. If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,
  30. fuck this shit, I'mma spray the truth, fuck the collabs,
  31. y'all rappers thirsty for props, pay your dues staying true,
  32. I'm just here to break the mold, but y'all would forsake a soul,
  33. for even tryin', man it's blatant cold, so lemme take control
  34.  
  35. VERSE 2 (#Abstrakt):
  36. These backpackers and whack rappers I'm sending to graves,
  37. devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,
  38. figures I'm the real figure, the god killer,
  39. so vigor you think i was Godzilla, gods illa I'm gods filler,
  40. the next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,
  41. filled up with so much material litter, they call me material spiller,
  42. distilling ether and delivering it to each of you quivering rappers,
  43. pressing teeth together shattering giving each of you seizures,
  44. Caesar couldn't even seize me without, bleeding and freezing me,
  45. believe me I'm legally classed as a narcotic, I'm psychotic,
  46. because when i ignite I'm damaging your nerve endings and optics
  47. made of rubber cement, so anything you present has no effect,
  48. just deflects, reflects back then smacks you in the chest,
  49. I'm screaming Abstrakt's the best, crucifying Lucifer,
  50. dropping a Honda four twenty on four twenty,
  51. leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,
  52. my control is steady and calm like floating confetti,
  53. so i hope your ready, Randy, Great the King, Justin, CarlCee and Zylo,
  54. watch as i transform, Jamie Lanister form and slay the king,
  55. I'm the next of kin, the sinner of sin,
  56. the combined twin of Hitler and Rakim,
  57. mentally losing control, taken the pole,
  58. raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,
  59. I've now, taken control, shifted the standard,
  60. shifted I'm standing, above all you rappers,
  61. demanding all you rappers, try to rap circles around me,
  62. while drowning you I'm crowned king,
  63. while outstanding, I'm astounding, and rising, from the ground,
  64. slaughtering all you clowns, I'm lyrically profound, a hound,
  65. I don't hate you, I'm just trying to bury you's in the ground,
  66. raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,
  67. six feet under you's won't be making a sound, now I've taken control
  68.  
  69. VERSE 3 (#Justin):
  70. Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds
  71. while re sealing your stitches
  72. murder all you mothafuckas especially when my pen itches
  73. just adjust to the flow when the shit from within switches
  74. Randy, 420 i stand over y'all like y'all are some punk twin midgets
  75. Most of y'all mothafuckas are all over Lexie's shit
  76. Hoping to get her ten digits!
  77. Lucifer, our beef is over but not forgotten
  78. I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!
  79. Enigma, KNB, Anonymoose, Vizion, FUCKERS
  80. I'll diss you all, make you delete your account,
  81. Make you hit the road for so long,
  82. That y'all can start a crew called the truckers!
  83. They wanted me to say they name so their name gets exposed
  84. Happy until their casket gets closed, I'mma go out guns blazing
  85. And put you on the sideline like that bitch D Rose!
  86. Randy, respect you but here to stomp you
  87. 420, respect you but here to stomp you
  88. Truckers, y'all can get stomped too
  89. Lucifer, you already got stomped dude!!
  90. I don't give a fuck what y'all have to say
  91. Lexie lookin at the blueprint like "yes!! Another A!"
  92. I'll murder all you mothafuckas any day!
  93. KNB can't use multis so fuck it, it don't matter anyways!
  94. Everybody look at Suddenly Dope!
  95. He's gonna blow up and be famous like suddenly!..... nope!
  96. Murder you notable, murder you glasses
  97. My raps will rape your raps in both of their asses!
  98. This is a message to all yall bitch emcees!
  99. Glasses, go back to stripping for guys with slim D's!
  100.  
  101. VERSE 5 (#Vizion)
  102. So how'd this nerved berserk murderer come into existence?
  103. With power puffed in his lyrics, never hurled to earn gimmicks?
  104. ChemiCALs were mixed 'n' formed bubbles in test tube,
  105. OutCOME of Chemical Y sperm from the testis
  106. Don't blossom your buttercups, 'cause uhh, I'm just kidding
  107. They proDUCT 420 by hundred, the resultant was ViZion
  108. Your punches to Satan are like loose fur that just tickles
  109. I'm Trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through Frieza's body
  110. Get poRUNga to give you bigger balls so you'd issue
  111. 'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, I'll kill y'all TILL noon
  112. CAN not SEE ..why y'all keep supplying the raps
  113. My TRY 'n' attACK versus your time and practice
  114. When you fight me, that's all crammed 'n' futile
  115. WHEther it's Deezy, rapKYLLE or Abstrakt
  116. Man it's easy, I'll just slice 'n' ram them
  117. Like I Ran my D /in their big Rhino asses
  118.  
  119. VERSE 4 (#KNB)
  120. Here we go, I'm in the show, haters can go and blow
  121. I'm no pro, I'll have you know, competition's been slow
  122. So move back, I react, faster than a truck to truck impact
  123. It's a fact, I'm advanced, leave you down and collapsed
  124. Randy, Great, Don, and 420, get ready for a new noob
  125. I've chewed, can shoot, and leave you in the fucking nude
  126. I respect you all, but I stand tall, and overall
  127. I spit raps hotter than a Dragon Ball Z fireball
  128. I bite harder than Tyson, fakes who suck more than Tyson
  129. I'll get through hater's burnt brain call me a hyphen
  130. Fuck a fake baller, I can clean them with holy water
  131. They hope I don't slaughter, or give them a granddaughter
  132. Beware of what I got, not a lot, but holds allot
  133. I shall rap nonstop, my goal's to make it to the top
  134. I will uppercut, any nigga's gut, if they had one
  135. And Lucifer, prepare to clutch, shit just begun
  136. So come Carl and Justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven
  137. Laylow and Zylo, when I'm done I'd be in the dungeon
  138. Randy and Don, I'll come all up in a sudden
  139. Great and 420, I spit bullets faster than an armed gunmen
  140. Crazier than the joker, maybe I'm a nonsmoker
  141. But I'm more shocking than the Koch brothers' exposure
  142. More shocking a taser, more alarming than a laser
  143. And all these rappers on RapPad, just doin' y'all a favor
  144. These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble
  145. Any fuckers who in my way better click on their buckle
  146. So Step off, better pause, that buckshot or there gonna be a loss
  147. If you to cross, I will set your ass on fire on Christ's cross
  148. I needed to release, a dope sickness that spreads like a disease
  149. Now I can barely breathe
  150. K and B is rarer than a piece of golden coal
  151. And every one of y'all should know I'm outta control

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