"get scared" way This is not a game, we are not players - we do not play Mic Control! Mic Control! Mic Control! [Verse 1: Blueprint] Yo... homeboy
smack dicks if they act slick And only jack whips if they model flag-shifts The type to flow and strike your soul Blindfolds and mind control kid its
love the blackness I Journey down deep into the heart of darkness Funny how it goes when it seems on tow There's a whole entire world on remote control soul
learn to discern between enemy and adversary I said to myself, "Germaine this is insane It's suicide its controlled flight into terrain" I fought to regain, control
Quik] It's all I fucking here "Stay positive, stay humble, stay the way you are" Tsh, bitch, positive shmositive aint no muthafuckin money in being positive
be smackin it But don't clap, cuz this style'll bust caps I'm jiggy and all that, black and get control back But fuck that, control over mind, body and soul
This rappin' dedicated to soul clappin' If you got soul, than The Infinite's in control Stop using mine, people to legitimize Youself cause you raped the Earth and tell lies My man positive
a lot of them When I meet a Legends fan it's just like another friend It's the feeling that we give The music that we live Negative positive, how you live how you live Positive
That I get on the mic and go toe to toe [Mos Def] Well cool young brother and just slow you role Cuz' your arm's to shook to have mic control See I get on the mic
from the burning words served up cold With an icepack eye patch, on the verge of losing control When my high-hat mind snaps, no purpose of abusing the soul
strikes this - your dead line my nest with your soul -- cleansed in bloodshed [chorus] BATTLE READY! poets gonna take control BATTLE READY souls violate
I'm a rap mentor, schoolin my proteges Control the stage, in the spotlight of solar rays Black hood fatigue, low top Puma's, polar beige Double barrel mic position
We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) [Mos Def] Say here's a little story that must be told About two young brothers who got so much soul They takin total control
the Soul But I'm trying to get this Roots shit in control So I hate when people say, "Umm - you remind me of De La Soul," cause I got a soul, of my own
y'all must have forget We double (trouble) bubble (bubble) bubble (bubblin hot) Say here's a little story that must be told About two young brothers who got so much soul They takin total control
know That I get on the mic and go toe to toe Well cool young brother and just slow you roll 'Cuz your arm's too shook to have mic control See I get on the mic
rappin' dedicated to soul clappin' If you got soul, than The Infinite's in control Stop using mine, people to legitimize Yourself 'cause you raped the earth and tell lies My man positive
this - your dead line my nest with your soul -- cleansed in bloodshed [chorus] BATTLE READY! poets gonna take control BATTLE READY souls