Lose Control - Vin Jay, CHVSE

Either the thing is not motivating enough

Or you don’t feel comfortable that you can engage

Successfully right at the beginning

Fear of losing control is the greatest human fear

Yeah, been a long time but

I got the torch and now I’m running with it

'Bout to hit 'em all again, with something different

Another day and it’s another critic

Can’t nobody ever mind their fucking business

Light in your face, you get thunder-stricken

Vin’s Mike Tyson with a drug addiction

Wrote so much rhymes got carpal tunnel

But that carpal tunnel became tunnel vision

Like, been killing with the mics I rip

Flow tight, man I got a python grip

Hold on man, I know why y’all pissed

Ain’t nobody ever gonna buy your shit

I’m a rap addict with a bad habit

I’m a young prophet with his pants sagging

Gon' pound on 'em, no hash-tagging

Gone stick 'em all but no black magic

Like, came back in a force to grind

No touchdown when I cross the line

Now they bitter when they find a white boy that rhymes

Of course I’ll find a way to get 'em mortified

Y’all coming in the game with two left feet

Get 'em in a battle, man you dead meat

Spit that dope and abuse that beat

Y’all bit my shit, get a new technique

I’m best of the best, that’s definite — bet

Y’all try to get there with a desperate attempt

I rage all day, y’all laugh with the mess

Don’t take no breaks, no second to rest

Everybody give me dumb advice

Ain’t no question I’ve done it right

I’m 23 and just left the last 9−5 I’ll work in my fucking life

So let’s go

Time to let it go, fucking lose control

Y’all gon' get exposed, fucking with these hoes

Speakers 'bout to blow, fucking up a show

Bust it then we go, puffin' on the 'dro

Time to let it go, fucking lose control

Y’all gon' get exposed, fucking with these hoes

Speakers 'bout to blow, fucking up a show

Bust it then we go, puffin' on the 'dro

Look, got a talent now and it’s documented

I’m a psychopath that had a godly vision

Made a name without a pot to piss in

Had to shit on records, only option given

Pacifist, I go to optimism

I’ll turn a godly rapper to a modest victim

The grass is thick, the bite bonds to hit 'em

But try to bite the style and I’ll block the venom

Like, strike and I’ll bite back

Train wrong but I know I’m on the right track

Everybody try to be the same when they spitting

Ain’t nobody put they life on the line when they write raps

Huh, you gotta practice it

'Cause I can tell you don’t know what the passion is

When I pass away they’ll probably pass the hit

And when you pass away they’ll put a pass on it

Aw, look

That’s why I keep working until I’ma die (yuh)

The fans and the fit, the candle is lit and the smoke in the sky

The money gets cool

The women are thick and the payments alright

But when I do die

You 'bout to remember me based off every lyric I write

This the passion, the evil, attacking the people

They’ll body any rapper to an act of a fiend

Got the fowl like a free bird, they back for the sequel

They feed for the track like an addict on me

Oh woah

Look, sick of all the mumble motherfuckers in the game

Can we let them go?

Just know that it’s Chvse and Jay

We comin' back one time, 'til they lose control

Let’s go

Time to let it go, fucking lose control

Y’all gon' get exposed, fucking with these hoes

Speakers 'bout to blow, fucking up a show

Bust it then we go, puffin' on the 'dro

Time to let it go, fucking lose control

Y’all gon' get exposed, fucking with these hoes

Speakers 'bout to blow, fucking up a show

Bust it then we go, puffin' on the 'dro