Control The Mic (feat. The Truth Staten)

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illAbiliTi is a Nigerian hip-hop artist and producer known for his unique style and lyrical prowess. He has gained recognition for his thought-provoking and socially conscious music, addressing various societal issues in his songs. illAbiliTi often incorporates elements of traditional Nigerian music into his sound, blending it with modern hip-hop beats. He has released several albums and collaborated with other notable artists in the Nigerian music scene. more »

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See the sun, it's gonna rise up again
Until then, we still have a long way before the morning comes
Son
We know it's about time to go
But just give us a moment
Let me take control of the microphone
See the sun it's gonna rise up again
Til' then
We still have a long way
Before the morning comes, Son
We know it's about time to go
But just give us a moment
Lemme take control of the microphone

Been Pickin' up
Raw drums in the distance
Stoking Horsepower to pistons
Callin' on holy war machines
To Rise up
From their ancient resting places
Deep within the Trenches of lost souls
Bones, get buried in graves, deep beneath boulders
Handmade, to hide remains in
Pale white horses tail each other in formation of the snake
They walk across the lake of fire
Prey's whoever they can take
Blood
Brothers, Fathers, Sisters and Mothers
Stand shoulder to shoulder
With ill
Intention
Listen in close
Have my undivided attention
Blessings
It's good to see you
Now, let's get to business
What is this life
Either you witness, or you live it
Singin' The Sky's the Limit
Flyin' me out to the Moon, rock, lunar lyrics
Storm clouds
Swarm up above us
Turn running water to rivers
Flowing the path of least resistance
Still there's no peace to be found
Knowing the scripts still being written
New York
Same Underground
Navy Ships sail into port, with
Gatling cannons, strapped for battle, at the Verrazano Narrows Bridge
It doesn't matter how many weapons they bring to kill us, in truth
Who they think they're fuckin wit
We're Brooklyn-Staten island kids
The one true God created this
Like King Christ, with his crown
You can't win
If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine
I'm the Bad Fella you call for
At night
When darkness eclipses the light
Though, I walk through the valley of death
I shadow the nature of life
I'll with ability
Live and let live
I see enemies
Slowly approaching me
Hoping I fall to my death
Holdin' their breath
I sit back on my throne and wait patiently
Listen for snakes
For, they always give it away
And rattle their tail when afraid
Stayin' up late
Prayin' demons don't creep in my dream state where no one can hear me scream vocally
When you think there's no place left to go
The Stone turns  rolls over
A light grows at the end of the tunnel

See the Sun it's gonna rise up again
Til then, we still have a long way before the morning comes, Son
Yeah we know it's bout time to go
But just give us a
Let me

I'll throw your body off the Verrazano Bridge into the Hudson
They saying that i'm nasty like a hillbilly fucking his cousin
I'm like a fat bitches vibrator
Buzzing
Don't push me
Cuz i'll rock a fella like Beyoncé's husband
I never seen so many pussies in my life
It's like
Every artist that I used to f*ck with put the knife in my shoulder blade
When I die
Ride my body through Staten
You make it happen
Have the parade lookin' like a motorcade
Hoping that it's no time soon though
I don't like none of you motherfuckers you're all a bunch of putos
All bark
No bite
Bitch I'm Cujo
I'll take your bitch and suck the farts out of her Coolo
You ain't gotta like me but you better respect me
I write with my right hand but i'll slap the shit out you lefty
My wrist game is like Gretzky
Look
I'm just vibing and they trying to ride my way
Like a jet-ski
Like a Pepsi
I don't f*ck with the coke
It's only flower
And I been The Truth
Way before fifty created Power
I've been dreaming about this rap shit before the planes hit the towers
People lie when they afraid but I'm The Truth and you a coward
Alley-oop
I'm Dwight Howard
My fifteen turned to an hour
And your net-worth is less than 15 dollars an hour
And your girl opens up her mouth in the club for the champagne showers

See the sun, it's gonna rise up again
Until then
We still have, a long way, before the morning comes, Son
We know it's bout time to go
But just give us a moment
Let me take control of the microphone
See the sun it's gonna rise up again
Til' then
We still have a long way
Before the morning comes, Son
We know it's about time to go
But just give us a moment
Lemme take control of the microphone

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