
Take Control Nine Leaves
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[Intro: Isaac Pineda]
There comes a time in a man’s life
Where he must look in to the eyes of death and say
Nah chill
Hold that
I will decide the true time of my demise
And you will not
I repeat you will not take me when you see fit
There is no other choice in my fucking life
But to live in freedom
Or follow the death into the night
It is time my people
It is time we take action
Let’s take control (yeah, yеah, yeah...YEAH)
[Verse 1: Isaac Pineda]
I lost control
Now I’m taking it back (I'm not giving it back)
I’m like fifty five rocks against tanks in Iraq (uh-huh)
With thе small chance I got Jesus watching my back (that's right!)
With hidden gats
I’m fire
You just met your match
Don’t even try to strike me (nah)
Not even lightly (not even)
Do the right thing nigga
This ain’t Spike Lee
These burners is smoking
Erasers is leaving you open
You’re choking on shells
The barrel left in your throat and (yeah)
That’s controlling (yeah)
There comes a time in a man’s life
Where he must look in to the eyes of death and say
Nah chill
Hold that
I will decide the true time of my demise
And you will not
I repeat you will not take me when you see fit
There is no other choice in my fucking life
But to live in freedom
Or follow the death into the night
It is time my people
It is time we take action
Let’s take control (yeah, yеah, yeah...YEAH)
[Verse 1: Isaac Pineda]
I lost control
Now I’m taking it back (I'm not giving it back)
I’m like fifty five rocks against tanks in Iraq (uh-huh)
With thе small chance I got Jesus watching my back (that's right!)
With hidden gats
I’m fire
You just met your match
Don’t even try to strike me (nah)
Not even lightly (not even)
Do the right thing nigga
This ain’t Spike Lee
These burners is smoking
Erasers is leaving you open
You’re choking on shells
The barrel left in your throat and (yeah)
That’s controlling (yeah)
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