Mystik - In Control freestyle lyrics

Verse1 (Control) You lames throwing shots but I ain't feeling these bars I see you shooting blanks but I'm outchea stealing these broads I been it k**ing sh** for too long I deserve an award But for now ya'll can holla me a round of applause Man I'm slicker than a hitman, snipers and 10 shooters You aiight my n***a get a couple of mind boosters What's beef? I bring it to your door like I'm a butcher You ain't running streets you just standing there like a hooker Bulawayo is my turf get that clear I'm ahead of you a**holes and ya'll can't come near k**switch, k** what? Where your clique at son Oh I get it they behind you no excuse for the pun Gotta give you props for thinking you the best one time The only thing worse than your sk** is your nerve mafana What you smoking on? Kush makes n***as get high hopes You the king of which city? n***a you got jokes I swear angila ngqondo to Christ I put it on Ubude bakho abungethusi we can get it on V1 ngiyakutrabha ngikupende on and on Ngivaye ngini ngibhoshe on top of the stove and switch it on KLAP on the radio we got more hits than one Your whole clique been at it, rolling indawe one Quit claiming to be king lil n***a you ain't one Roc rizzle got your back in more ways than one So I'm hearing n***as talking bout the realest in Skies Who's the dopest n***a rapping and the illest in town Its only a few k**ing it homie but some of ya'll Wack n***as and lame n***as don't get involved You make a diss song tryna accumulate hype You love attention like a b**h n***a we hate your type Man I'm usually homeboys with the same n***as I rap with But this is my lane so err'body can get it So that goes for Pmdee, P2daoh, Rizzle, POY, Badkid, VIC, Digits, Thorne, Bizzle, 2dope, Spinx, Cal_Vin, Psyko and K Brizzy I got love for you all but I'm tryna murder you n***as No sugar coating I'm really finna bury you n***as Some of ya'll ain't real and I call ya'll feminine n***as What is competition, oh I get it, its my reflection When I'm looking in mirror, the game is my playstation (Freestyle Part2) I'm done with beef lemme get to the rapping I'm a lyrical beast all you muh'f**ers be lacking Don't try and figure me out dawg I'm not a Rubik's I'm k**ing the game softly so I'm sum like The Fugees I sound better after ever track, l excel You need a confirmation better check my clientele The flow's parallel to rivers in the amazon Married to the game and the mic is like a battle zone The grind is steady I pray to God for my sins When I'm on the stage I move people like the magazines No bu*tabing, but I'm slicker on the realer I'm a king and I'm rolling with the better team I been away from the city that I hail from Lames claim to be running the fortress that I own You decline huh, oh really though? I don't give a f** like a woman in her period The flow is k**ing the rhyme is undoubtable I grab the mic and make you rappers uncomfortable I'm the nightmare you always see yourself in Finna make it hard for you to breathe in your inception Dangerous bars man I'm a venomous spitter Rebelious flow my n***a ask Blaqhitler Yeah I'm that n***a with one shirt Let the whole city know how I k**ed ya'll with one verse!