Off The Deep End
Controlled Chaos
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(Hey, Ruda, tell these motherfuckers who we are Controlled Chaos Ha ha, that's right Yo, Ambrxse What's good, bro Man, I got a question) Yo So do you crave control or are you just here for the chaos These mysteries unfold when I show up to the séance Give me liberty, then give me death as a trade-off This is from my soul, don't waste a breath unless it pays off Scriptures from the scroll become pictures when they're told My triggers get left exposed like I'm riddled with bullet holes Winners bring home the gold Sinners can break the mold Your future can be foretold, but tomorrow you never know Never hitting the brakes till I'm frozen like Eskimos Diamonds all on my neck and designer on all my clothes Recliners for all the fam, sniper fire for all my foes I acquire all I desire by chasing goals Took some acid with Alice and chased her down a rabbit hole Then picked a fight with a queen over the color of a rose Smoked with a caterpillar who wouldn't say which way to go But Ruda's a mad hatter born to spit insane flows There's troubling speeches going on between my inner demons I'm juggling reasons whether or not to leave your body breathing I'm in my box like sharp tools and missing puzzle pieces Burying all these rappers deeper than my fucking shovel reaches I got an unlucky baker's dozen of bullets that I could tease with The gun is muzzled, but my dogs are off their fucking leashes I got an unlucky baker's dozen of bullets that I could tease with The gun is muzzled, but my dogs are off their fucking leashes I don't even know where to start, and this ain't for the faint of heart But I had this crazy thought that one day I'd be a fucking god Overcame all the demons' fought, I was smart and played the part Don't try to do what I do, bitch, some lessons can't be taught F*ck school, cause they can't teach this, no church, cause they can't preach this Ambrxse is on the highest level, no point in trying to reach it I'm going off the deep end, run up on you for no reason Watch your back, it's killing season, and I'm out for blood like leeches This is what the chaos teaches, don't underestimate my demons My mama raised a fucking heathen, so you better run when you see him Seal your fate by the end of the fucking day, full of hate like there ain't no other way Smoke a J, take it straight to the fucking face Can't be late, because it comes with a price to pay I'm kinda deranged, and Rudas the same We claiming Thin On The Ground, till we dead in the grave This beat was, dead on arrival, I tell Ceo the same We switch the cartridge and reloaded, bitch, we changing the game There's troubling speeches going on between my inner demons I'm juggling reasons, whether or not to leave your body breathing I'm in my box like sharp tools and missing puzzle pieces Burying all these rappers deeper than my fucking shovel reaches I got an unlucky baker's dozen of bullets that I can tease with The gun is muzzled, but my dogs are off their fucking leashes I got an unlucky baker's dozen of bullets that I can tease with The gun is muzzled, but my dogs are off their fucking leashes
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Written by: Dylan Ambrose, Scott Rudacille
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