Cyborg Control - Man or Astro-Man?

I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that

I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that

I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that

I’mma do it like this, I’mma do it like that

9th Wonder on the track, fact

Chilling up in the house on my Cordoroy Couch

Mama, papa went out, free crib, what it’s about

In the heart of Bedstuy, just imagine the feeling

Art all over my wall, keep hearing closer to the ceiling

TV stuff on the TV, The Wayans Brothers on repeat

Or Jamie Foxx on Centric, always catch my attention

Stepping outside of my room, on my way to the kitchen

Ain’t eat nothing since morning, now my stomach is twitching

Ate it back in my room, finding something to rock

Sneaking out to the hangout, mom don’t condone the block

Stepping outside the door, gotta stop by the store

The Koreans is mad, African buyers galore

Hold up, there go the bus, can’t wait another second

It’s too hot to be patient, pay for my snack and I’m jetting

On my way to the bush bumping my music loud

A dude interrupts my jam, tells me about his style

Then he hands me a card, I’m mean mugging him hard

He made me stop my song right on my favorite part

Finally off the bus, walking slow up the ave

Delli’s and golden crust, Jamaicans dollar (?)

Stop and get me some peaches, then I head to LeBron’s

Homie open the door, say what’s up to his moms

Put my bag on the floor, then we compose a beat

After like 30 minutes go see what’s up in the street

There go (?) started up a game of tabs

T-A-P to my zip, y’all know that ranger wack

Like an hour get passed, then we starting to get hungry

Back in LeBron crib, he usually got the munchies

Everything going good until my mama call

Say she on the way home and ask what I want from the store

I say nothing, she hang up, then I’m grabbing my stuff

Ain’t even said goodbye, heading straight for the bus

I snuck up outta the house, and my mama Jamaican

The bus still ain’t arrived, ain’t no time to be waiting

So I run to the crib, put my key in the door

Then I look to the sky and pray she ain’t get here before

Started turning the knob, seems like the coast was clear

Looking in the living room, there was nobody there

Then I go to my room and now I’m tripping out

My mama sitting with a belt on my cordoroy couch