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CONTROL

8

Hip-Hop/Rap

CONTROL was released on 12 March 2021 by Colossal Dream Entertainment as a part of the album PRIDE AND WRATH

Song Details

AlbumPRIDE AND WRATH

Release Date12 March 2021

LabelColossal Dream Entertainment

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM96

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

LANDMARQUE

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Thabang Byl

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Ivox ZA

Producer

Lyrics

Sleuth on a warpath/

Booth in a bloodbath/

Hacker Massacre rappers/

The Jacker is a psychopath/

Got you in a Cul De Sac, like a road closure /

Trained soldier discipline,

And You lack composure/

You gonna Step up to the plate, you better the posture/

You get flattened if you cocky /

The attitude will cost ya/

Especially with no stripes to show it/

I got roadburn, go and see a prophet for an omen.

Point of no return /

From Bear to the beast /

Tore it up/ ask about it if you travel to the east/

Supreme rattle, barrel with a scope like a machine gun,

Surgical seams runs,

Toledo carrying, careening tons/

Demolition mission ,

Nitroglycerin packs/

On a balance of facts/

You aint carrying nothing but paper weight/

Golden age, Automate checkmates/

Limpopo to Cape Town. Jozi, Nelpruit, Durban to Freestate/

Get me a cat who knows what it is to earn/

Beasts of burden, sunburn, make the feet return/

To the path, that we ought to be following/

Now we just borrowing/

No Schools,Banks, hospitals or food/

Or mineral control/

How we entertaining fools/

When we know we should be training the minds and hands for tools/

back yards many a jewels/

Had it for many centuries/

Can't be impressed like it's something new/

Nothing new/

Nothing but the exception the rule/

A Setback should be nothing fuel/

Ayo The knight is black.

Payback like a wolf pack on mule/

The soundtrack, stacked Ivory black/

Bleaching a cesspool/

Mopping the dirt with a rhyme/

Inside the birth of a crime/

It's caustic soda to grime.

Playing a chime for your mind/

I need a moment in time/

Align with a star like an ocean line/

Token Drawn, a Broken mirror shines/

Half my reflection so it's pieces of a man/

If I've spoken, then my words is like the sketches on a pictogram/

Just incomplete until I finish, so it's half a story /

Path for glory? and i can tell you it's a long road/

Tell a Shogun put the staff before me/

i got the call its just wrong code/

and that's a testimony/

Im writing Tommy Gagliano's acrimony/

A work of fiction that is half true, Broadway Fat Tony/

rock a Fedora, chomping on a cigar/

Balar bronze star, lead character inside the memoir /

given to Port Elizabeth's old lady of the city,

Gran Athenæum/

Got some wanderlust, so carpe-diem,/

Joburg city got the cursed gold/

Hurts more, No folklore/

how yo think a cop end up with a bankroll?/

with a ghost on a payroll/

Shoes dusty walked a dirt road/

country boy’s Morse code/

looking for a signal by burning a bush with charcoal/

and herbs, worn soul with war scroll/

Gets cold on the concrete streets/

Speak, negativity affect your brain chemistry/

Heavily/ known enemy, skewed offer /

The deviltry,

To prosper, let me jog your memory/

On horror/

The furnace of affliction,

Is to build a farm upon a graveyard/

The bones of the dead nourish everything you eat/

Stock a lumber yard/

You off guard like you woke at midnight/

Im vanguard/

Get a bodyguard/

write a postcard/

Tell the people to prepared for a feud/

Enthused by the Propaganda/

Flip the channel to the news/

Vicious cycle and a circle platitudes/

The record says we done paid dues with a lifetime of Servitude/

I'm on my Hemming way to Pamplona,

in the arena with the bull in the corner/

Gold plated diploma/

And it's official like a torch holder/

For my Persona/

Never losing shine like a Swedish Krona/

The world breaks everyone and afterwards some are strong at the broken places/

Seen forgotten faces/

Who left for a lifetime and came back to basics/

From the rat race to their birth place/

Politicians telling people occupy the spaces/

First find a me landmarque to script it on the pages/

Stash in a briefcase, erase database, hard copy, i ain't friends with the cyberspace/

Every single soul Red dotted no siding place

A sunset clause on a Latter day/

How’d you negotiate, something that's taken by the barrel of a gun?

Where are they from/

I'm in the spirit Traveller's drum

What ever may come/

Have you Ever heard Senzeni na, in syllable hums/..

Written by: Thabang Byl

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