Control now so in the future see me callin the shots From larger plots to cash to mini-bikes and open mics
I'm blowin up spots for knots in the millenium years
And now I drop it on my peers, brings Tears and Fears
And now the question manifest in my only
My soldiers wear Versace or the army fatigue
That brings a world of intrigue and glamour to my arsenal
of Gods, pimps to players and layers of Decepticons
My whole mindstate gravitate to weapon
Makin people in the business get a misconception
It ain't hard to the core, it ain't *** on the Beach
It's just another plateau the brothers have to reach
Emphatic with non-cypher, then we were broke and misguided
Try to gas me like Hitler once we get divided
Set it so I can make em all respect my fame
When brothers try to count all my chips in the game
Now let me civilize your foolish acts of gunplay
The plan of a stick man, the price in how to get away
Chose for negroes, the most hypnotical flows
on the planet, another East coast track rose, God ****it
My theme, to mainstream's the knocker
Only time I get right as block is when my lucci's on lock
Pretty much I'm comin through in the clutch see
My thought is a bombshell, built to only propel
Or is it just my style of hustle makin a mark
To rumble the playgrounds with more danger than Jurassic Park
It was dark, when I brought it to the light, despite
my staff's got me takin nothin but champagne baths