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letra de mind ctrl - yellow steve

[intro]
uh oh! sounds like someone’s got a case from the-mind control
ay, yo, yo, yo, steve returned from the hole! (what?)

[verse 1]
pressure made him head-strong
diamonds out the rough draft
intentions clear cut
magneto with the mind control
helmet made of brimstone and fire
watch the heads roll, i stroll past ’em in street clothes
freeze, murdered two birds with the stone that the builder refused
they wigs split like cigarillos
i k!lled bill then hit the heel-toe shift
a bit too much dip on the chip on my shoulder
cold shoulder, no poker face, salute ya fallen soldier
he spit the seed that sprout flowers on ya grave
how are y’all the cowards, yet i’m the one that’s yellow?
quit rapping n-gg-, stick to ya velcro

[chorus 1]
your mind is mine for the taking! ha, ha, ha!

i control ya mind, ya mind mine to control
i control the world, the world mine to control

it’s a, a bird? or a plane?
nah i’m just lookin’ fly, n-gg-, i don’t i don’t know, bruh

i control ya mind, ya mind mine to control
i control the world, the world mine to control

(we’re seeing reports appear to be witnessing some sort of-superhuman, jim, we’ve never seen anything like this before. he appears to be wearing some sort of, mind control goggles, or something? but his fit is insane)

[verse 2]
pardon my french, but mordre la poussière dude
brace for toothache soon, i’m the soothsayer
doom a pending transaction, i just made a withdrawal
napalm struck nerves, the unmitigated gall
all rappers’ most wanted, the devil with the gauntlet
gl-ss house haunted by the ghost of who i was
i kick rocks off the conscience
martyr-turned-monster, real problem from the darkness
don’t bat an eye, the black knight incite menticide
i’m harden en garde at the garden
ménage à trois, me, myself, and moi
y’all defenses soft as charmin
tall, old, blind freddy could’ve seen the star coming
third iris shut, closed blinds, tears running
mean mug joggeth over, cupholder now flooded
cheers for the coaster, now prepared for leftovers but
hopefully the hoe can cook some grilled soul food ills (yikes)
i kid, i kid, don’t get off on cheap thrills
your heat seeking missiles mean nothing to steve’s shield
clean ricochet, right back at ya with the boomerang
barman, the gl-ss half empty, need a refill
3 meals a day and almost all of ’em mcs
mind controlled, ya wits in my palms
fist balled, thoughts provoked in my songs
ya clique fall has been harder than the ottoman walls

[chorus 2]
after him, he’s getting away! get him! go! go! go!

wait a minute. what’s going on?

(look, i don’t know what you’re talking about. i don’t know who…yellow steve is, or what he has to do with me, but…i just want to go home okay!)

i control ya mind, ya mind mine to control
i control the world, the world mine to control

what the h-ll happened? how’d you let him get away? d-mn it. i’ll get you next time you son of a gun!

- yellow steve

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