Power Controls Lyrics

Why' ya know, every now and then

I think you might like to hear something from me

Raw and smooth

But there's just one thing

You see I never ever do nothing

Raw and smooth

I always do it Raw and rough

So I'm gonna take the first verse of this song

And do it Smooth

but then I'm gonna do the 2nd verse rough

This is the way I do "Power Controls"

War for the weak

Bed of rocks for the mediocre

The strong will thrive

The driven will drive

And

Power Controls

I know the Litany against fear

And when somebody asks you, "What the litany against fear is?"

You can say dzzz nutzzz.

Never take ya self to seriously

It don't take seriously for me to crush plush crews in to mush

Rush up they hush up, no need for scruff ups I'm talking lyrically

Too much good to lose to risk a touch up

Gifting luck up is tragic strategy

Jewels ta pigs, being struck up, by a down strike

Early outs for pride don't help the bruh bruhs

But wit dis mic power control you will discover.

Soul souring ruptures through the valley of the shadow of love

Hope came remembering flickering bic flames

While walking shorties home

From crack heads hittin' pipes in every other broken window pain

But it was jus like lovers lane to us

In every hood there was a clubber lane.

Whether he was for the hood or for the hoods

Was the difference between if he was

A look up to or out for mother fucker

Good was subjective so we hovered

Somewhere between the sky and the earth

But dirt is in the air, I smirk cause I still care

Search this soul so stare, emotional rollercoasta in my glare

Be aware, when they waivin' dopeman in the air

They under cova, black version culture vultures

Glossin ova the fact Dey just a copy cat of what's killing us

Old master's final soliders, Power controls ya

I see the strings all in they shoulders

Biggest difference is they don't have to know the suffer

I respect the really cause dey game is on the field

Dem rappers fans rockin a jersey thirsty season ticket holders

Part of an AI quota

Dem might have to wait a couple weeks

Before they realize that they twisted with a cobra.

Feel the cold buzz like late October

I got gospel and the word of truth deserves an honest holster

I know enough to know my enemy and its not ya

Its ya master that made the men that molded us

But I'm driven and dis my arena

So I'm a scold ya, twist ya, roll ya, mix tha motor

Enrolling ya in my Johhny Apple jewel droppin mind seedin

Perspectives treein that be weavin all in ya scenes

And offer veiws that can be seen in real and dreams calm ocean's Noah Double ya Order

My lines survive the nukes we cock-a-roach ya

Dis da kid dat get the coffee know your closas

If I'm old I'm Master Yoda

Light the saber, flip the script and flex the cane when its all over

Better to be a growa than a showa

War for the weak

Bed of rocks for the mediocre

The strong will thrive

The driven will drive

And

Power Controls

Let the melody sing

like the pendulum swing

Send a jolt of revolt

Every 3rd level quote

Pressure points are my thing

Every Man is a king

Whether wake or asleep

Lines put wind under wings

If ya listen-n-ing

Extra syllable sting

Every woman is a queen

Whether wake or alseep

Shouldn't have to shoot a shot

But I'll drop you a plot

Show the world what you got

No follow - o - ing

Extra syllable sting

Style 13

Battle Mixture Fissure

Untwistya Scene

Consuming Themes

Circled ya Infinity Ring

Shift from the style and clutch on the scene

My son AB put a tuner on the mover now I'm 350 Hp

On the twin turbo, lookin stock you'll never know O

Ninjah's don't run Postal

Marked

So when i get the wrap you'll only see her in the dark

Still waters reveal the sharks

Hark the heralds

I'm yelllin at the angels in nigga hearts

Message from the first spark

We await you

War for the weak...

...bed of rocks for the mediocre

The strong will thrive

The driven will drive

And

Power Controls