Lose Control (feat. Liz)

Can't touch me (nah), can't hold me (never)
No one's gonna stop me, so (you can try)
I might try to (give 'em lucky), you know you want to
But the beat's so sick and low
Pay attention, I'm better than y'all (ladies, fellas)
Our everything they're mimickin' (like whoa)
I'm just beginnin' over again (don't bust it, don't shake it)
And so when I'm finished (everybody lose control)

All you haters better scope out my vocals
And those who don't, I hope you know that you're just helpin' my focus
I got a passion most would label on the verge of psychosis
But notice just how close my music is to shatterin' locals

That's me approachin' openin' levels most would never obtain
Maximizin' all my talents, heavy up in the game
I make gargantuan impressions off a minimal glimpse
I feel like Sasquatch watchin' all you miniature chimps

And when you come around here, battlefields are galactic
Like guitar, we plug and play, and reinventin' the classic
More efficient, you're still blowin' on your cartridge of plastic
You can't bust me like I'm a prophylactic

What this means? Someone try to convince me
If there's somebody better, get 'em, put 'em against me
I'm gonna challenge any hater plottin' tryin' to diss me
When it's done and over, yeah, I bet they gon' miss me

Can't touch me (can't touch me, baby), can't hold me (right, hold me nothin')
No one's gonna stop me, so come on, try me (come on, try now)
You know you want to, but the beat's so sick and low (yes, it is)
(Oh my) ladies, fellas (we better than you)
Watch me rock this mic like whoa
Gon' bust it (gon' bust it, baby), gon' shake it (gon' shake it, lady)
Everybody lose control (lose control)

I know I can touch it if I get to rippin' raw, man
I laid it down, I'm Mr. Golden Goose to crack the hatchlin'
Lyrical mind frame, sick from all the gang bang
What happened to the creativity up in your style, man?

It's a shame and I don't want no part
Like a kid that's sick, my music crack them shots
Give them up, T, hold 'em up, brodie
Let me let it get a little bit of your scotty

First time spittin', I had to hit it out the park
Second time, it's out the universe, I think I hit a star
And it's gettin' dark now with me takin' so many hot damn stars out
Never would I take a break, I gotta keep on spittin'
'Til I rip a verse up to the point where I just think I'm rippin'
Skippin' up through the track
I'm like, skipped to my little T like (yo, Scotty, what it is?)

Can't touch me, can't hold me
No one's gonna stop me, so come on, try to (come on, try)
You know you want to, but the beat's so sick and low
Ladies, fellas, watch me rock this mic like whoa
Gon' bust it (bust it), gon' shake it (shake it)
Everybody lose control (lose control), oh, oh, ooh
Lose control (lose control), TP & Esco

Oh, yeah, ha-ha-ha, Picky Car Productions
TP & Esco reconnected
Goin' down, man, and you like that
And you like that