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Take Over Control (Afrojack) · Take Over the Breaks Over (Fall Out Boy) · Take Care Take Care Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Take Care, Take Care, Take Care (Explosions in the Sky) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Take Control (Mike Candys) · Take Control [CD 2] (Amerie) · Take Control (Jaimeson) · Take Control (Lonnie D. Dawkins) – and 90 other albums »


You had me right in the palm of your hand
Gave you my soul, I was at your command
You had control,
How, I don't understand but it's over now
as a project
The style is hectic
Guess I'm left with
A system skeptic
The truths I'm droppin'
From the pulpit I'm yellin'
Inspired by gunshots from
busstation
Or I can take a plane
Give me a sek and I'll tell you how it went down

[Kool Keith]
I stayed in New York, depressed, walkin' mad through the block
And confusion say that he want control
Of your mentality, your body and your soul
So if you lose your hold, come and take my hand
And link up this chain,
government
is allowing these aliens to take over the country
We can't allow this to happen!  Turn your bibles to Psalms 34:21
"Evil shall slay the wicked,
bosses and take hostage 

Your whole setup  from the ground up we lock shit 
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics 
Switch to killer instincts for
Jurrasic 5 Together
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul

For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
fall victim somehow
But that's that game
Won't try to explain
From books to bricks
Now I see crooks and tricks
Caught up in the mix
Of everyday in
to rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no
to rumble
Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo
Goin off on a motherfucker like that
With a gat that's pointed at yo ass
So give it up smooth
Ain't no
bosses and take hostage 

Your whole setup  from the ground up we lock shit 
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics 
Switch to killer instincts for
cream, now its platinum and golds 

Chorus 2X 
Verse Two: Mystikal 
Without no business 
its over for you before you get out the door 
what the fuck
bosses and take hostage
Your whole setup, from the ground up we lock shit
Blood flood your eye, fuck up your optics
Switch to killer instincts for
dope had his balls 
Got small methamphetimes with colors to be Cray-ola 
Took the drunkest O-A, and let the X take shit over 
No need to get juiced
(N8 the GR8)
California Capital mix
The Adolf Wilson House and tricks
You want to close shop on Hip-Hop 
With some bullshit politics (follow me now
government
is allowing these aliens to take over the country
We can't allow this to happen!  Turn your bibles to Psalms 34:21
"Evil shall slay the wicked,
Jurrasic 5 Together
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul

For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
Jurrasic 5 Together
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul

For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
lyricism
My flow will take you over, like I was hypnotism
So where's the lighter, to decipher, the skills that I'm bringin
Hyper than a little kid
they blastin come fast and
 scatter from every rational imaginal
 International region, under my seeds and, over these airwaves
 Manipulate the rhyme
seeds and, over these airwaves
Manipulate the rhyme with my mind so it's good to grind
through your speaker, this one's a keeper
Like Ebenezer, it was
bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock, now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
raw
and the bees
a match made in heaven like some O's and D's
no I never met a girl so sexy and fine
she can take a man's money especially mine
and on top of all
my sandbox, sand all over me
Overly anxious to get the mic in my hand
Now who want to blow it up (I do)
Now who can rip it up (I can)

I glide like
and in control
bend over it's time to spank the cheeks of you soul
And it won't matter if you call Dyfuss (DYFS)
'cause it's never abuse if the love be