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guy - total control lyrics

[intro: aqil davidson]
oh yea, i’m about to get busy
posse deep style
better yet, you know what
i’m just rap ya something like this
check it out

[verse 1: aqil davidson]
total control
at first it’s just a dream
’cause mr. manager’s makin’ you seem sort of inferior
like you ain’t jack without him
young and dumb equals your pockets gettin’ trim
livin’ in poverty so you never had a dime
a dollar is a fortune, and fifty cents is even big time
’cause yo, you don’t know what you’re getting paid
your pay is coming through the manager that you’re afraid
to ask a question
you take what he gives
satisfied with it ’cause remember you’re just kids
my father wants a copy of the contract
why? don’t you trust me?
and if you don’t then “bye!”
so nothing is said through the whole d+mn ride
time after time telling your dad a bunch of lies
he forgot the contract again
pop’s p+ssed ’cause meanwhile it was like a fifty page breach+list
it only takes ten to set it straight
the other forty is there to throw you off
because he knows you can’t wait to sign
he’s juicn’ and you suck it
skip the forty paces here’s my signature don’t smudge it!
life in the spotlight, quite hot, got tight
get a funny feeling mr. manager ain’t right
yet to realize you’re being taken for a stroll
and you ride the oil far from total control
breakin’ your back performin’ and recording hits
credit is due, instead he’s getting what you’re supposed to get
and you let it slip ’cause you’re getting paid long dough
so call it, but it was wrong dough
to keep you satisfied is his aim
happy with a picture
but you were due the picture and the frame
you don’t sweat, ’cause you’re thinking it’s his cut
his and what he put off of yours now that’s what
but time goes, oh
you learn while the clock turns
here’s what i want give me the dough that i earn
now it’s time to step up and press him about the money
a smirk and a grin funny
oh what, you find something s been goin’ on for a year before
ha ha ha, yeah it’s been goin’ on for a year
before i shed a tear
i’ll make you bleed while i cheer hip hip hooray
shoot at his feet and make him dance
one thing you don’t do is play with a harlem boy’s chance
total control
(yeah, you won’t play with harlem boy’s chance?)
(you won’t play with the harlem boy’s chance?)
(harlem boy’s chance is like his last chance getting outta the ghetto, kick it for it little brother)
first impulse
get the tech 9 and iight ’em up like a christmas tree
but then you’ll be in a teeny tight cell you see
so you play it calm and cool
every dog has his day
what goes around moves
since it’s motivated, that means it’s coming back around
then it’s your turn to toss the duck in the dog pound

let him have it, rip him to shreds
groups are gone, shiny bald head turned red
example: “remember the machine that could sample?”
you said you would get for but you never had a chance to
or was it because i wasn’t makin’ enough money
oh it can pass, it can pass like a dummy
i know i was workin’ so somebody’s getting the ends
they ain’t in my pocket, so they gotta be in his
get the machete and cut it out like kids
leave him with ripped jeans and six less friends
total control

[outro: teddy riley]
yeah, yeah, yeah
tell about it, little brother
this goes out for the brothers and sisters out there
those tryna’ get somewhere
but you have no control
you gotta have total control, brothers and sisters
total control
drop it

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