Total Control - Guy

Aw, yeah, I’m 'bout to get busy possé deep style

No, better yet, you know what

I’ma just rap y’all somethin' like this

Check it out

Total control, at first, it’s just a dream

'Cause Mr. Manager’s makin' you seem sort of inferior

Like you’re a flop without him

Young plus 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 gettin' paid

Your pay is comin' 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 nothin' is said through the whole damn ride

Time after time, tellin' your dad a bunch of lies

He forgot the contract again

Pop’s pissed '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 juicin' and you suck it

Skip the forty pages, here’s my signature, don’t smudge it

Life in the spotlight, quite hot, got tight

Get a funny feelin' Mr. Manager ain’t right

Yet to realize you’re bein' taken for a stroll

And you ride the road, far from total control

Breakin' your back performin' and recordin' hits

Credit is due, instead he’s gettin' what you’re supposed to get

And you let it slip 'cause you’re gettin' paid long dough

So you call it, but it was wrong though

To keep you satisfied is his aim

Happy with a picture, but you were due the picture and the frame

You don’t sweat it, 'cause you’re thinkin' it’s his cut

His and what he cut off of yours, now that’s what

But time goes on, you learn while the clock turns

Here’s what I want, give me the dough that I earned

Now it’s time to step up and press him about the money

A smirk and a grin, oh, what, you find somethin' funny?

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 ya feet and make ya dance

One thing you don’t do is play with a Harlem boy’s chance

Total control

Yeah, you want play with Harlem boy’s chance?

You want play with Harlem boy’s chance?

(Total control)

Harlem boy’s chance is like his last chance gettin' outta the ghetto

Kick it for him, little brother

First impulse

Get the TEC-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 comin' back around

Then it’s your turn to throw the duck in a 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 me, 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 gettin' the ends

They ain’t in my pocket, so yo, they gotta be in his

Get the machete and cut it out like kids

Leave him with ripped jeans and six less friends

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell about it, little brother (Total control)

This goes out to the brothers and sisters out there

Who’s tryna get somewhere, but you have no control (Total control)

You gotta have total control, brothers and sisters

Total control (Total control)

Total control

Told y’all

Yeah, total control

Funky, drop it