Control - Big Narstie, 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

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

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

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

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

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

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