This is a song about "No control"

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

When im dont gettin brains then i honor roll

It's a sad life, that the others control,

Not electronic but control it

You gone make me flip then split your shit

De la soul is from the soul

Brought the sword as a mind control

Where i could be in control,

This shit has got my soul

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

You know theres no control, but if my eyelids are open

But five years from now i bet she see

Almost lose control, lost sanity

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

I ain't superstitious i make all these broads split my pole