This is a song about "Nucleus is control room of cells"

Cuz if i get high of that trash im blastin brain cells and this ass is grass!!!

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Were we can grasp control of you all

Yeah, i'mma let the chips fall

I'm not moving like a cartoon

I first saw you from the back of the room

De la soul is from the soul

Just another system of control

This is a warning, like when i did "control"

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

And every one of y'all should know i'm outta control

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Control the mind of yo master

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Sea's dredging fire, sea is takin control of me as a nurse,