the mold And take a close look at the lies we're told Wipe away the facade, see we got to know See the plot to control and to rot the soul You can make
I said "never" You in tune to a Hard Truth soldier spittin' I stay committed gives a fuck to die or lose commission It's all a part of fightin' devil state mind control
don?t meddle my chest Die for my niggas nevertheless, can?t find a nigga better than this Kiss and the louch, every man ahead of the group, regretting
You can't control that goddamn boy? (What?) I just saw Ms. Jersey, he told me he caught the Motherfuckin' boy and chopped him (Get your black ass off!) You can't control
I said it's goin' down 2nite Yes, yes, it's goin' down 2nite Hey yo, shakin' that body like it's, Jell-o Shorty 'bout to make the Twelve lose control
communication Data here again Their leader is determined by the vote of many men Although he's only human and slightly over weight He controls and manipulates
down to the last stop See them on the corner, scheamin' a scam Makin' plans, beat the man that'll put him in [unverified] Cut for the loot to group,
Real cocky Real sloppy Drunk at the club and y'all can't stop me Super star style Whoop the are pounds Out the roof, scoop the group we be troopin' large
, You just a wannabe, So, back the fuck up offa me. [UnderRated] Who be the best? You gon' bet its me, With the sound underground, no MTV, 1 Ton, UnderRated, we the PLC, Best group
somebody got lost, here I am, whose the boss? Verbal floss (floss) if you know what's best for you When they rescue, BD Buck shot at the average group
, lets ride because New York is back [Fat Joe] Mutha Fucka i'm the heart and sole of this, You claim king, but we in control of this, Name another rapper
other fools but you can't see me, nigga Who am I? [It's Kurupt motherfucker] Do or die [We gives a fuck motherfucker] So slow your roll, I'm In Control
at me The universe is one and I can see what rap can be glorious Put in the Smithsonian, my podiums for holy hymns But you see who's controlling them
eh Enforcing all the laws [Nas - Verse 1] The Master of the Masses One has power The other one lacks it Guns are power Controlled by assets Owned
many doctors have you offed? How many kids will you adopt? How many more can this world hold? When you condemn birth control! You hide behind false propaganda Your group
One the morning of June 14, 1968 A group of hippies fled into the mountains of Colorado To wait for doomsday Four months and eight days Been waiting
embrace the past And the great Unknown Tomorrow They'll soon put down this rock That down the bog soon courses Daft Decadence and nazi groups Foul and