In control (ft. whisper)

They talk about us, young men with hats and a hoodie
Coz we rapping and we got a little passion for music
And we lacking education and could never take the movement forward
It's too late muhfuckers, we the future of it
We the y-gen, no more silence
Political mindstate on wide lens

No we ain't tryina stay broke like hymens
So we finna stay up on the grind until the lies end
Getting knowledge where my time spent
And I ain't even speakin' 'bout head brother, or none of that other shit
Dog, in the lab is where you'll find them
Coz we kick the facts when most are only acting from what they comin' with
Uh, this is more than similes or a metaphor
This the real truth that all the people depending on
What, be careful when you spread it on
So you gotta whisper like my man until the masses is ready for it, what

You're the only one in control
So if you got something to say then just let go, whoa-oh
You gotta raise your voice, raise your hands
Make all the noise that you can, oh-oh

You're the only one in control
So if you got something to say then just let go, whoa-oh
You gotta raise your voice, raise your hands
Make all the noise that you can, oh-oh

Yo, uh, yeah I came back from ny with a passion for life
An attraction to rhyme and up the track at bed-stuy
But I still get peeps try attacking my pride
Coz they ain't understand me or the raps that I write
These days I ain't having to fight much

I'm done past going to school with kids packing a knife
And see I grew up living on the frickin' poverty line
So now I'm saving for the day I make some property mine
And mate I properly grind, sonically I'm horribly nice
If you don't see it, then you gotta be blind
My body refine the muscle tone, speak to metronomes
A potty mouth with a prodigy mind

And now I'm bouncing at the monarchy grime
I got tracks bangin' out of my house and it's about time
Cee & bekah bounce by, we can get the crowd hype
And kids'll doubt, clear 'em out, hear the loud sirens, what

You're the only one in control
So if you got something to say then just let go, whoa-oh
You gotta raise your voice, raise your hands
Make all the noise that you can, oh-oh

You're the only one in control
So if you got something to say then just let go, whoa-oh
You gotta raise your voice, raise your hands
Make all the noise that you can, oh-oh

Yeah, notion, yeah, all my peoples, tommy gunnz. Oz hip hop baby
The realness. It's too real