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to some fake bosses
All I see is house niggas in the same office
Universal mind control I filled my verse with facts and all fact-check through my Catalogue

themselves out of poverty
and scarcity without inheriting money
Safety and flexibility
Relax your body

Take control of your sexuality
Fill in your divinity

control of the scene
This cosmic joke we call life is really a lucid dream
(Dream on)

And I feel foreign
Alien in my skin, clouds keep pouring
Infinite, go

the thing cocked! Live from
Bangkok! It's the Bangkok Banger!

(Verse One)
I lay it
Straight from the top! You know the street don't eat slop! The
Asset come

Hmm, okay

Got everything ready, for a day's work
Virtual office, not playing dirt
Nobody knows I'm steady, stealth bombin' it
The faceless face

Closed eyes looking at the state of the union 

EMC
Here we are live.

Hermitofthewoods
It's getting out of control, fuck all of it
The God Complex

outside without the
Law if it ain’t martially
And trump laughing in office
He control it only partially
Resembles cheeto chips
Letting lies leak from his

promise real estate to keep you safe be honest when we conversate and put you in something push button rocking a foreign name

(HOOK)
Baby grind with me

Lit like a strobe yeah yeah
Grab the control
Grab the control

Think its a game
Then you push start to go
We on the road
Lit like a strobe
Settle

Momma said reach for the stars, I'm feeling limitless
Witnesses surrounding the corner
So we control the block
I'm pulling guards just to get seven
So

dress look how I talk
Drip been outta control they can't hang I'm swervin different lanes
Girl keep calling my phone I been busy tryna hide the pain
Heart

Foreign pulling up to the curb I casually slide into it
Easy as a thanos snap I disappear into it
Gone with the wind I go
y'all like to worship the flow

i throw it up 
This foreign exchange commision it got me goin up 
Still on the autobahn punching i ain’t slowing up 
She just wanna ride the stick

tones and bones made me Stone cold to hobos, so soho Control next
Hey Los santo's, I'm west coast accustomed
I exhibit the essence of Bill Russell I

all the clam chowder
Bitch I'm on a mission, time ain't wasting, fuck a doubter
Control Q the system had to reconnect the router
And Imma be on Mars

You love me because I look foreign
Busting in without warning
All of the pieces are falling
Fade away
Calling me out
I ain't phased though
By all

Stick around, stick around, stick around aye
If I hold you in the palm of my hands
What does the world mean
Travel to foreign lands
The dream girl's

of office, and my phone's on airplane mode
And now I'm on a journey touching down in a foreign land
With one spare ticket 'cause you said that you had other

'IT'S OK' 

 Telling lies through the centuries,all they want is to keep control
 Spreading pain through the war in the name of god
 And there's some

done
Big business and foreign money
The one percent
Can all get bent
Love getting rich off the backs of others

Control the wealth
A hoarders' cell

turn up in this place, get this party started
You got a problem then please get the fuck up out it
Uh, These foreign girls looking so exotic
But when

eat the rich
Sell their organs to foreigns
Rubys twirl around her wrists
While we shovelin
Diggin up graves of the richest of riches
Grave robbin them

My future unfolding
My money ain't folding
No one can control it
I'm living my moment
I want it I owns it
Me I Don't keep with the Joneses
Me I'm just