Breeze Brewin - In Control lyrics

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Breeze Brewin - In Control lyrics

[Intro] Breeze Brewin Juggaknots X, X, X, X Good looking out, B-Slim Yo, listen [Verse 1] I bet them funny ears is burning now I'm puttin' bunny ears, dude turn around I'ma keep the peace up, all that drama needs to cease My brothers, turn it down Reminding me of the Roxanne Saga, but on some burn it down Think back to the Pac planned drama that was peaking with 'Hit 'Em Up'; for sure had cats excited Only satisfied if a body's leaking, then it's enough? Nah, cats be insatiable, like damn be dumbing out hearing the cheering thumb is down after a Gladiator lose It's just verses but hey it'd be much worse than the craving of Blood thirst that goes spraying like puss burstin' So tone it down a little, it's only bragging and boasting sh** is only about a riddle, 'til k**ers go grab the toastin' See it's only hip-hop, say that only if you a**uming that everybody involved truly understanding the culture But otherwise just stop underestimating the movement When others go and get charged off the f**ed up plans of the vultures To Kendrick, this ain't all about emotion and hurt as we looking Splendid steady shaking our promotional skirts That brother set up a platform and suddenly lots of cats saw him Then overnight sh** done transformed steady going berserk Get mediation from media moist from the name dropping They fiending to take a piece of your voice to the vein poppin' But this brother been thunderous, sh** is a shame I'm watching as the other than the under the bus they ain't giving props to The negative get the focus, dude is better than that He forever with hella quotes, a future veteran champ But the disrespect to the meccas, come on fella relax sh** is simple, expected better, I'm just telling you flat See I ain't running up on you, I ain't trying to murder your vibe In Terminal 5, it was me my son and my daughter Was major when Section 80 was previous to the hoopla I'm saying wrecking it crazy, I'll give it up to this dude, bars Then I heard Control, what I'm thinking, he not pursuing me Then the word was hold up, just think of the opportunity Hey the beat's hard, say your piece God Part rally troops part alley-oop gots to boom it see "The Juggernauts all in your jugular" (Kendrick Lamar) He saying the name, sh** I would say it the same No doubt the brother can rhyme "The Juggernauts all in your jugular" (Kendrick Lamar) My brothers were type excited, like f** it I felt invited, plus my jugular's fine So that's the logic to my sh**, like f** it I'll spazz freely The Brewin', instead of some interviewin' on VladTV My brothers hey go get it but try to stay pro with it Even on some pro wrestling entertain 'em no question Then it's damn, hitting up youtube and reading the comments Damn, I'm thinking we truly doomed for the repeated nonsense sh** gets to me, all of what history should have taught us That the hard rocks would come hard with rigamortis