Diract Beats - Controller lyrics

[Hook: MC Enoch] x2 Rappers on the radio say they selling dope But they don't even sell the sh**, they only promote Got you brainwashed like you came with a remote Because you memorized every f**ing line that they wrote [Verse 1: MC Enoch] Like Hop said, they got you living for a wack cause Screaming for the dope going through some withdrawals You must have got the short straw when they took draws When I hear some trap rap I want to crack jaws And steady grip saws and start chopping sh** Radio rappers are unfit to spit They simply lack wit, It's hard to tolerate If you talking stacking cash I can not relate We need to formulate a way to stop this mess Hip-Hop seems to be in a state of distress But in the underground that sh**s alive and well And I'm so underground I'm coming straight from hell Yep that's where I dwell, so I'm always heated Especially when I start to feel I've been cheated Or even defeated, but that ain't going to happen Watch my goons line up when I get to snapping With one word every one of them will get to clapping And just start attacking, Yeah, we'll take it there Born in America we ain't playing fair And why the f** you selling crack? You a millionaire But you ain't though, You talking out your a** When your new sh** come out I'll have to pa** Because it lacks cla**, and you ain't bringing knowledge I swear all these dumb f**s took the game hostage It's got me astonished, like what the f** happened? All of this bullsh** is running me rampant Worse now than I ever could have imagined It's about time the game really gets examined It just seems entangled, starting to get mangled All you ever seem to get is bullsh** dangled Or some f**ing teen who*e sing the star spangled To be honest I would much rather be strangled [Hook: MC Enoch] x2 [Bridge] [Hook: MC Enoch] x2