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Lethal Control
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lethal Control was released on 23 January 2026 by NIN213JA RECORDS as a part of the album Lethal Control - Single
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Release Date23 January 2026
LabelNIN213JA RECORDS
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
213NINJA
213NINJA
Performer
Triple Threat
Triple Threat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wayne Chong
Wayne Chong
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wayne Chong
Wayne Chong
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro – moody synths, bells, rolling hats]
Yeah… they think they got me figured…
(Still countin’…)
But I’m still movin’ pieces…
Plug called last night, said the pack touchin’ down…
I ain’t pick up… too busy… still countin’…
[Verse 1]
I never lost a battle I wasn’t built to win
Eyes locked on the throne, crown heavy like sin
I never touched a brick in my life, swear to God that's facts
Whip it foreign, no VIN, ghost ride the pack, get the racks intact
Demons slide in my mentions, tryna hand me the pen
Mind racin’ circles, heart steady, no bend
Plug overseas, ship sink or swim, but the work never cap
Perky pop, vision blur, double cup lean like it's habitat
One foot in the streets, one foot dodgin’ the system
Two lives collidin’, no tellin’ which one I’m livin’
Opp slide through the bando, red dot dance, turn his fitted to a snapback
Trap phone blow, reload clips, turn a drought to a comeback
[Pre-Chorus – rising]
Breathin’ steady… bass hittin’ deep
They watchin' how I move, but they don't know the play
Countin' bands in the dark, let the shadows pay
Still countin'... still countin'...
[Hook – Control x Countin’]
I need control
Grip locked on the wheel, won’t fold
I built this from the mud, now the flowers bloom lethal
Pollen in the air, got opps sneezin', allergic to my people
Power pumpin’ through my veins, stone cold
Roots run deep, pull the trig, that's a funeral for the feeble
But why it still feel like it’s slippin’ from my soul?
I’m still countin'... bands on bands, but am I even legal?
[Verse 2]
Control ain’t handed out, it’s taken in the quiet
Countin’ wins at 3 AM while the block stay riot
Fake love vanish quick when the bag get vibrant
Loyalty flip like the switch on the siren
Mirror show a king, but the reflection got a different chain
Crack the glass seven years, bad luck my middle name
Snake eyes in the grass, cut ’em down to size
Then the real: I just chase the rise
Scale tip heavy, flip a nine to fourteen, need four more
Trap jump like Jordan, opps jump, get scored on the board
[Pre-Chorus – tighter mix]
Breathin’ steady… pressure build below
They watchin' how I move, but they don't know the play
’Bout to tip over, let it show
Still countin’… still countin’…
[Hook – stacked]
I need control
Grip locked on the wheel, won’t fold
I built this from the mud, now the flowers bloom lethal
Pollen in the air, got opps sneezin', allergic to my people
Power pumpin’ through my veins, stone cold
Roots run deep, pull the trig, that's a funeral for the feeble
But why it still feel like it’s slippin’ from my soul?
I’m still countin'... bands on bands, but am I even legal?
[Bridge – half-time drop]
They swore I’d crack… I rewrote the code instead
Echoes in my head from the things I said
One bar stretch long, push it till it spread:
I’m unbreakable, untouchable, forever ahead
They said I'd never make it out the trenches, look at me now…
Crown got spikes, sit down king shit or get crowned in the night
Blood on the chain, what a sight, still countin' under streetlight
Lie to the mirror one more time… “you good”… yeah right…
[Final Hook – line-by-line blend]
I need control…
I built this from the mud, now the flowers bloom lethal
Grip locked on the wheel, won’t fold
Pollen in the air, got opps sneezin’, allergic to my people
Power pumpin’ through my veins, stone cold
Roots run deep, pull the trig, that’s a funeral for the feeble
But why it still feel like it’s slippin’ from my soul?
I’m still countin’… bands on bands, but am I even legal?
[Outro – echoes / fade]
I need control… still countin’…
Locked in, no fold, stone cold… still countin’…
But why… why it still slippin’?
Bands on bands… am I even legal?…
Control… I need control…
Written by: Wayne Chong
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