CONTROL: BIGGEST COLLAB (Lucifer...

VERSE 1 (#Lucifer):

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, I writ it,

it's fixed, shit if the rhythm was sick, I could be slick as the Rick,

sickin' you strictly picky pricks, subliminal menace,

I grimace a bit, it's like I'm serving criminal sentences,

y'all split a spliff, lit it quick, hit it, quit it, and shit it,

I've written this shit, flippin' the script but I'm such a menace,

to these cynical hypocritical critics, the fittest,

they're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

the system is fixed, prisons are prisms and so is spittin',

hand up on my pistol grip, quickly sick 'em, it is,

a shithole, but still I change the whole game in a sense,

so I guess that in a way this don't prove my innocence,

lightin' y'all like incense, it's my spectacular turn,

burn like furnace urns, re-furnish on the track as a fern,

pass the shit, master KRIT got you grabbin' the glass and it's,

makin' you stab and slash, assassin of assonance,

a half-assing activist who preaches, never practices,

slept on me like you had tracks stashed in mattresses,

gassing up this rap and it's funny, y'all spit it when,

y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

for the emcees, I'm dissin' yo, but no hate is handy,

and that goes for Don, 420, Justin, Carl, Great, and Randy,

K.N.B., Abstrakt, and motherfuckers, kick rocks,

who thinkin' they're big shots? Runnin' on the fast track,

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,

shit flies by like kites, life bites you with its knife fights,

but shit, y'all wouldn't know that, please, you ghetto?

If a fucker shot your family you wouldn't release the metal,

fuck this shit, I'mma spray the truth, fuck the collabs,

y'all rappers thirsty for props, pay your dues staying true,

I'm just here to break the mold, but y'all would forsake a soul,

for even tryin', man it's blatant cold, so lemme take control

 

VERSE 2 (#Abstrakt):

These backpackers and whack rappers I'm sending to graves,

devastating a grave digger your just a slave kicker a fake figure,

figures I'm the real figure, the god killer,

so vigor you think i was Godzilla, gods illa I'm gods filler,

the next god of thriller, a mother fucking serial killer,

filled up with so much material litter, they call me material spiller,

distilling ether and delivering it to each of you quivering rappers,

pressing teeth together shattering giving each of you seizures,

Caesar couldn't even seize me without, bleeding and freezing me,

believe me I'm legally classed as a narcotic, I'm psychotic,

because when i ignite I'm damaging your nerve endings and optics

made of rubber cement, so anything you present has no effect,

just deflects, reflects back then smacks you in the chest,

I'm screaming Abstrakt's the best, crucifying Lucifer,

dropping a Honda four twenty on four twenty,

leaving him eight hundred and forty pounds heavy,

my control is steady and calm like floating confetti,

so i hope your ready, Randy, Great the King, Justin, CarlCee and Zylo,

watch as i transform, Jamie Lanister form and slay the king,

I'm the next of kin, the sinner of sin,

the combined twin of Hitler and Rakim,

mentally losing control, taken the pole,

raising it up, levitating, lifting it up,

I've now, taken control, shifted the standard,

shifted I'm standing, above all you rappers,

demanding all you rappers, try to rap circles around me,

while drowning you I'm crowned king,

while outstanding, I'm astounding, and rising, from the ground,

slaughtering all you clowns, I'm lyrically profound, a hound,

I don't hate you, I'm just trying to bury you's in the ground,

raise a hill place my foot in the sand creating a mound,

six feet under you's won't be making a sound, now I've taken control

 

VERSE 3 (#Justin):

Killing you bitches, pouring salt in you wounds

while re-sealing your stitches

murder all you mothafuckas especially when my pen itches

just adjust to the flow when the shit from within switches

Randy, 420 i stand over y'all like y'all are some punk twin midgets

Most of y'all mothafuckas are all over Lexie's shit

Hoping to get her ten digits!

Lucifer, our beef is over but not forgotten

I made your rep shrink like it's made out of 100% cotton!

Enigma, KNB, Anonymoose, Vizion, FUCKERS

I'll diss you all, make you delete your account,

Make you hit the road for so long,

That y'all can start a crew called the truckers!

They wanted me to say they name so their name gets exposed

Happy until their casket gets closed, I'mma go out guns blazing

And put you on the sideline like that bitch D Rose!

Randy, respect you but here to stomp you

420, respect you but here to stomp you

Truckers, y'all can get stomped too

Lucifer, you already got stomped dude!!

I don't give a fuck what y'all have to say

Lexie lookin at the blueprint like "yes!! Another A!"

I'll murder all you mothafuckas any day!

KNB can't use multis so fuck it, it don't matter anyways!

Everybody look at Suddenly Dope!

He's gonna blow up and be famous like suddenly!..... nope!

Murder you notable, murder you glasses

My raps will rape your raps in both of their asses!

This is a message to all yall bitch emcees!

Glasses, go back to stripping for guys with slim D's!

 

VERSE 5 (#Vizion)

So how'd this nerved berserk murderer come into existence?

With power puffed in his lyrics, never hurled to earn gimmicks?

ChemiCALs were mixed 'n' formed bubbles in test tube,

OutCOME of Chemical Y sperm from the testis

Don't blossom your buttercups, 'cause uhh, I'm just kidding

They proDUCT 420 by hundred, the resultant was ViZion

Your punches to Satan are like loose fur that just tickles

I'm Trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through Frieza's body

Get poRUNga to give you bigger balls so you'd issue

'cause it's starting, the dawn of war, I'll kill y'all TILL noon

CAN not SEE .. why y'all keep supplying the raps

My TRY 'n' attACK versus your time and practice

When you fight me, that's all crammed 'n' futile

WHEther it's Deezy, rapKYLLE or Abstrakt

Man it's easy, I'll just slice 'n' ram them

Like I Ran my D / in their big Rhino asses

 

VERSE 4 (#KNB)

Here we go, I'm in the show, haters can go and blow

I'm no pro, I'll have you know, competition's been slow

So move back, I react, faster than a truck to truck impact

It's a fact, I'm advanced, leave you down and collapsed

Randy, Great, Don, and 420, get ready for a new noob

I've chewed, can shoot, and leave you in the fucking nude

I respect you all, but I stand tall, and overall

I spit raps hotter than a Dragon Ball Z fireball

I bite harder than Tyson, fakes who suck more than Tyson

I'll get through hater's burnt brain call me a hyphen

Fuck a fake baller, I can clean them with holy water

They hope I don't slaughter, or give them a granddaughter

Beware of what I got, not a lot, but holds allot

I shall rap nonstop, my goal's to make it to the top

I will uppercut, any nigga's gut, if they had one

And Lucifer, prepare to clutch, shit just begun

So come Carl and Justin, burn y'all like a fuckin' oven

Laylow and Zylo, when I'm done I'd be in the dungeon

Randy and Don, I'll come all up in a sudden

Great and 420, I spit bullets faster than an armed gunmen

Crazier than the joker, maybe I'm a nonsmoker

But I'm more shocking than the Koch brothers' exposure

More shocking a taser, more alarming than a laser

And all these rappers on RapPad, just doin' y'all a favor

These cookies can crumble, if they causing some trouble

Any fuckers who in my way better click on their buckle

So Step off, better pause, that buckshot or there gonna be a loss

If you to cross, I will set your ass on fire on Christ's cross

I needed to release, a dope sickness that spreads like a disease

Now I can barely breathe

K and B is rarer than a piece of golden coal

And every one of y'all should know I'm outta control