Kusha Tarantino - k**in Ish 3.0 (Control Response) lyrics

[Kusha Tarantino]Verse (I Am) Technically stressin' When I see my mother-bored(Board) My brother walked the stage Hoping that she'd love em more My dad left early;For surely It'd be a couple more Years before the tears Dried up off the f**ing floor So I would sitAnd write Until my thumb was sore Under dog for the cause And I'm ready for f**in war You f**in dwarf You let the radio f** us more All that cash money Pushed rap music Out the f**in door Fashion replaced struggle Working turned hustle Humble turned hatred And money replaced muscle Style went f*g Now your dad's mad Sister wears your jeans And your mom is just glad You never saw struggles Goals you never had Safe to say determination Has been erased by swag ( Oh no ) Slowly I'm diggin deep Master of ceremonies Literal figure of speech At ease Peace The Definition of "cease" Is stop And all you're missin is a "D.E"(Desert Eagle) And if you followed me Then you know you are "DE"ceased Weak? Me? b**h you must be Blind like ray Charlie with out the sheen I Don't move coke But I'm mean wit These Triple beams And Money ain't the motive I'm happy with little things And If you claim To Be great I can not believe The nerve of these guys Sayin I can not compete Lords of the grave Your head is at our feet And there's more to be said Than whats read off these sheets And I ain't workin in a mill And a mil is a lot to me Karma is MY b**h Theres no reala' philosophy All it took was this beat; My motive and lots of weed I'm what's in now- You sittin there obsolete No room for ya a** They given the spot to me King of my city ?(Nah homie) Homie you got to be Off ya f**in rocker And you have been asleep(Catchin Z's) Cause Me.. on beats? Homie that's recipe (I)Burned em in the fifth Ma'f** the third degree (Oh god) Did kush really go there? He went as far as they did Calculated to no where For their time (Yeah)That sound so rare But since Liveola was the dopiest I really don't care.. My city lacks substance Now Filled with jealous haters Put a fire under my a** You'd get high off vapor I elevated Waited Now it's belated Belittled my oppositions Opposite of elated f** These big name artists The ones who already made it Makin it harder for Starvin artists to Take this to the majors I got the flavor You must not get angered I'm Not jus sayin Not a pop club banger (Ahhh) Now in closing Imma have to say that If the shoe fit rock-it Can I get a playback?X2 I've made tracks And Made bank off dank sacks Im the king of this hill An I don't know where Hank at No love For cats thats sitting spittin lame rap Fashion and car models Oh wait where my chains at?? Talk sh**... Get waka flaka flame Jacked Sent back to the future I Lex Luther and Bane tracks Grab a syringe.. Now I'm hitting all ya veins next Uncontrollable substance My music is the main threat Walter white da beat I Package it and slang that Watch ya Tone in the tone My home, Homie I bang dat I'm the dopest dope That ever done spoke Don't provoke the beast inside It's time to bring this one home (I'm Goneeeeee)