Control

Spanish Town, GP, a rise in every killer
We got some loudmouths acting tough
No street cred and flexing like a murderer
Go learn some realness and go fuck your momma

You don’t run your turf, never run your block
No little kid can give Gaza talk
Be who you are, don’t be who you’re not
And don’t step to the boss, ayy
Fool, I see you don’t want your soul
Once you diss the Gaza boss, everything’s gonna blow
Anything you don’t wanna hear, anything you don’t wanna win
Things don’t wanna think, the breeze I walk with
I lost my mind, havoc in the Virgin Islands
I curse my bloodline, means I’m certain to kill
I’ll wipe out your bloodline, completely
Give them some news to read, let me sit back and watch it
Bare killers run out, a bomb rush
Run, you bastard, every bone and nail broke
Crumble down, rattle pieces in his gut
Tumble and roll till I’m smoking in the dirt
Murder rum, empty the clip and reload
Turbo down, put it in sport mode
I’ll wait you down on the wet line in the road
I’ll pound down, down in that nasty bitch’s throat
Craven their marrow flick out in the road
Bathe them in acid, and sink them in a hole
[?] rifle man roll
My friends are full of bomboclaat souls
Cologne by Tom Ford, kick off your bitch’s nose
She rides this hood, then I bust off in her throat
I turn her back and I claat it loud
Eh spit in her face, I say love me now (outta control)

It’s hard to control, it’s hard to control
Psycho man rolls, it’s hard to control (outta)
Hard to control, it’s hard to control
Psycho man rolls, it’s hard to control (outta control)
Hard to control, it’s hard to control
Hard to control, it’s hard to control
Psycho man rolls, it’s hard to control
It’s hard to control

Soul holds you when the goon shoots
Now go for Looney Tune, in my army suit
When my hammer moves, when the hammer moves
Cork up the bammah like in a Commando movie
I got a lot to say, I got a heart that’s ruthless
This man finds a yard [?] movie
Line up a target like in Call of Duty
For my kind of darkness, all the caves refuse it
Gotta tumble-rumble where we knock, you bastard
The tumble-rumble where we enter the rumble
You should’ve come for fun
Shots for clanky, yet you know where to run
The aroma’s strong, makes the cloud darken
Clungo-gongo when the conquer comes down
Don’t want no little kid to step to me, ayy
Anywhere the big gun busts, you can’t touch the bag
Eh make Masicka look like a mosquito
Some incendiary bullets we drop, lift up
You could smash the ground, eh make Nazi black
See when the blood temri, bust the sound rustica
Eh make cops shiver, I’m a black whipper
You know it’s rapid fire, chop off axy back
They say to go for my gun, I go for it and murder them

Hard to control, it’s hard to control
Psycho man rolls, it’s hard to control
Hard to control, it’s hard to control
Psycho man rolls, it’s hard to control (everybody)
Hard to control, it’s hard to control
Hard to control, it’s hard to control
Psycho man rolls, it’s hard to control
Hard to control, it’s hard to control (murder them)
Hard to control, it’s hard to control
Psycho man rolls, it’s hard to control
Hard to control, it’s hard to control
Psycho man rolls, it’s hard to control (everybody)
Hard to control, it’s hard to control

Scream down
Say I left it in the body money, to burn you down, [?]
La-la, it’s hard to control, it’s hard to control
Hard to control, it’s hard to control
Psycho man rolls, when it’s hard to control (bust my whole gun)
Control, na-na (they know [?])
Hard to control, it’s hard to control
Psycho man rolls (say I bust my whole gun)
Clue us down, flick it up
Tell 'em to start eh