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We Control This

Ghetts
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We, we control this We, we control this We, we control this We, we control this Blow the whole scene down With no motive When they see us, they better run for cover Now, yeah Now, yeah A man on the mic with a sinister motive Impulsive, acidic, corrosive lyrics Demonstrate all I need to control this Gotta keep a firm hand on the game You'll die the same way that Bambi was slain Face down, left in the rain Then I'll blow away the whole scene like ten hurricanes I'm seeded for sale in this deadliest strain You better know that it's Devlin again I got the game restrained in shackles and chains Mind control, I baffle your brain Make a madman think that he's actually sane I'm in the driver's seat because I'm a control freak So hard are my punchlines I consider them un-withstandable Mangle your mandible one time We, we control this We, we control this We, we control this We, we control this Blow the whole scene down With no motive When they see us, they better run for cover Now, yeah Now, yeah I control this See the scene like a console No joypad but I'll pro this Playstation on vacation I ain't giving the game a break, make way When I come through, move, I ain't patient And guess what? I'm an all-rounder 360, Xbox Kill an MC, see? Genocide, headtops Ahead of guys because I've got mega drive And I'm forever tight, dreadlocks Step aside, get lost This bit of the beat has got a man getting hyped, said that I hope you've got a few more set aside (The best of) We, we control this We, we control this We, we control this We, we control this Blow the whole scene down With no motive When they see us, they better run for cover Now, yeah Now, yeah Stop acting and clowning I'm about dough, stacking and counting Man wanna talk some shit about par But trust me, no, it's not that when I'm around him Send an MC back to the mountains Run up in the studio strapped with a fountain Guess what? Now I'm back from arousing Dun know that I'm on track and I'm routing See, them man are swagging, I'm lounging Strapped, back with my pack and I'm hounding It's all A's, we're all B's Hungry, hungry, I'm mad that I'm scrounging And I'm mad for the fact I was doubting But that's that, the dat's back I'm with Nas and that's Mac Rags I'll have a clash with a thousand We, we control this We, we control this We, we control this We, we control this Blow the whole scene down With no motive When they see us, they better run for cover Now, yeah Now, yeah Now