Ricky Conaway - Box With God (Control) lyrics

(CM Punk) "You need to understand that your little jabs and your insults, it's all kiddie games You can't leave a mark on the champ's face Understand, when you step in the ring, your arms are just too short to box with God." If I may lemme throw in my two cents, b**h I'm known to be ruthless Rocky Balboa I'll show ya one blow and you're toothless My flow is a nuisance, lyrical miracles playin that im prone to producin See my home where the truth is Just a zone full of mutants, Imma nut in this head of mine Imma bolt to be loosened There is no resolution Witness the bomb that was planted, either blow or defuse it Grab hold to the truth or be prepared to go hit the controller's mute switch Always been told I was far from the norm, awkward decor and tomorrow I'll be startin' a war Ain't a justifiable reason you're pausin' me for Start to record and y'all be warned by the caution before That Imma put em in their coffin I swore I would never soften explore inside of the dark And I'm sure that it's pretty often it pours when they saw the arson Your sword'll need to be sharp to a**ure that you got the heart to endure What Imma hand to em, ambulances better sit on deck Always speak the truth and I ain't never been wrong yet Call it a bomb threat I'll sever an arm, leg, heart, neck, jaw, til they ain't got a body part left When I awakened in the mornin', this beat was still playin' in my headphones, with a paper and pencil Take a step to me then Imma lay you in the deadzone Touch down where you at but i ain't playin' in no endzone Freak of nature with a piece of paper, my team is major Either cease the hate or leave today I'll see ya later Forget a mediator, steppin' to me is like you're seekin' danger I put in work while you decrease your labor Tell em all at the top that I'm on the way Cherish your time because it might be gone today You ain't given sh** unless lie about it or steal it And I ain't talkin' my name but I might have to con a way And Imma rap until my mouth is off Every problem that's presented I'm about to solve Linin' em up and takin' shots and then I count em all Cause boy it ain't about potential it's about results Showin' y'all my success rate is over the top Continue doubtin', give a f** if you know it or not I know you hope and you wonder if my flow'll be stopped And here's the answer, quite frankly: no it will not But lemme prove it I don't blame you for the doubt I'm given See I ain't talkin' bout a pound to piff, or counterfeit, or showin' off a thousand women I ain't concerned wit all you b**hy muhf**as Hatin' Ricky isn't new, so s** a dick you muhf**as!! Some of you love it and I see that the rest in doubt Gimme a moment and I promise I'll impress the crowd They hear my sh** and immediately text it out They hear yo sh** and immediately exit out, haaaa Now ain't that sh** depression? wow I love every listen I get, every blessin' counts I am the best in town, there ain't a point in tryna question how.. "Do I have everybody's attention now?" b**h!!