Mind Control

By Lateral (PRI)

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[Chorus]

This is how you to control minds

It's easy

I can teach you how to control minds

Believe me

I control minds

I already deceived ye

With nothing

You already believe me

Keep the sweet side slow release

Like pills of molasses

Pass this

And slip sassafras in the glasses

Whoa

Anecdotes keep

Leaving em speechless

Dip quills in tear drops

Writing your thesis

Go


[Verse 1]

Head chef

Breaking naked noggins

Making omelets

Tasty phonics

Til I flip the table on it

Now it make ya nauseous

Someone get the waiter on it

It's getting hard to make a profit

By erasing nonsense/non cents

These forsaken doctrines

They don't make em honest

That fickle non-fic

Looking like a fable on it

Rip the the staple off the paper

Rearrange the topics

On the same page

Til I stuck a label on it

Especially when you've been trained

To hate the watermarking

We plan economies of thought

Like an oligarchy

To use ya

Them biases like Medusa

But look away they still shit on ya

Like a swarm of harpies

And I don't like the taste

Of fecal matter

Swallow a lot

Depending on whom

You're speaking after

I don't risk it

So id rather not eat the platter

And I'm sick of food service

I'll just be a rapper


[Chorus]

This is how you to control minds

It's easy

I can teach you how to control minds

Believe me

I control minds

I already deceived ye

With nothing

You already believe me

Keep the sweet side slow release

Like pills of molasses

Pass this

And slip sassafras in the glasses

Whoa

Anecdotes keep

Leaving em speechless

Dip quills in tear drops

Writing your thesis

Go


[Verse 2]

Sex sells

Be careful if you're a text author

Polarize em and you could end up

The next martyr

We pick our speakers the way

That we pick our sex partners

So if it doesn't work out

I just gotta flex harder

I'm hoping the message

You add compounds

Cuz they go'n notice when them abs

& that ass pronounced/pronounced

They say you're gonna be a star

Homie ask around

They'll tell you that you got everything

But the acting down

Can change minds in silence

Like telepathy usage

These world views get molded

Dripping sexual fluids

These straight brains are cognitively

Sexually fluid

Even straight males mind fucked

Whenever he do a flow fo' em

Inflict focus within a moment

No hip hop

He hit notes that's hypnosis

He get hip quick wit hymns

Get him noticed

Then blow domes

Those explode through this opus

He and the world

Often keep an empty bed

He still miss the orgasm

From the mental head

You gon' claim that he's blowin/blown

Get the tense correct

He nut minds numb

From lines of the pencil lead

Wait why did the beat froze

Asked you d'ya catch two

Out of the three blows

He exclude

What's that about a pause

Pause the beat clap

What's that about applause

(Clap clap)

On the stage

He hold the mic like Manson

While his fans hide knifes

In the night life dancing

Rap re-wrap synapses

To fight or flight action

They say he handsome

On any beat we hands him

Never

Re-lieve trance

Though he keep snapping

He's the rap magician

Where voluntary is mandatory

The puppeteer

For ya'll to bury the planet for me

If I could imagine a image

To image-a-nation/imagination for me

Fuck it