[Intro]

Uh oh! Sounds like someone's got a case of the--mind control

Ay, yo, yo, yo, Steve returned from the hole! (what?)

[Verse 1]

Pressure made him head-strong

Diamonds out the rough draft

Intentions clear cut

Magneto with the mind control

Helmet made of brimstone and fire

Watch the heads roll, I stroll past 'em in street clothes

Freeze, murdered two birds with the stone that the builder refused

They wigs split like cigarillos

I killed Bill then hit the heel-toe shift

A bit too much dip on the chip on my shoulder

Cold shoulder, no poker face, salute ya fallen soldier

He spit the seed that sprout flowers on ya grave

How are y'all the cowards, yet I'm the one that's yellow?

Quit rapping nigga, stick to ya Velcro

[Chorus 1]

Your mind is mine for the taking! Ha, ha, ha!

I control ya mind, ya mind mine to control

I control the world, the world mine to control

It's a, a bird? Or a plane?

Nah I'm just lookin' fly, nigga, I don't I don't know, bruh

I control ya mind, ya mind mine to control

I control the world, the world mine to control

(We're seeing reports appear to be witnessing some sort of-superhuman, Jim, we've never seen anything like this before. He appears to be wearing some sort of, mind control goggles, or something? But his fit is insane)

[Verse 2]

Pardon my French, but mordre la poussière dude

Brace for toothache soon, I'm the soothsayer

Doom a pending transaction, I just made a withdrawal

Napalm struck nerves, the unmitigated gall

All rappers' most wanted, the devil with the gauntlet

Glass house haunted by the ghost of who I was

I kick rocks off the conscience

Martyr-turned-monster, real problem from the darkness

Don't bat an eye, the black knight incite menticide

I'm Harden en garde at the garden

Ménage à trois, me, myself, and moi

Y'all defenses soft as Charmin

Tall, old, blind Freddy could've seen the star coming

Third iris shut, closed blinds, tears running

Mean mug joggeth over, cupholder now flooded

Cheers for the coaster, now prepared for leftovers but

Hopefully the hoe can cook some grilled soul food ills (yikes)

I kid, I kid, don't get off on cheap thrills

Your heat seeking missiles mean nothing to Steve's shield

Clean ricochet, right back at ya with the boomerang

Barman, the glass half empty, need a refill

3 meals a day and almost all of 'em MCs

Mind controlled, ya wits in my palms

Fist balled, thoughts provoked in my songs

Ya clique fall has been harder than the Ottoman walls

[Chorus 2]

After him, he's getting away! Get him! Go! Go! Go!

Wait a minute. What's going on?

(Look, I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know who...YELLOW STEVE is, or what he has to do with me, but...I just want to go home okay!)

I control ya mind, ya mind mine to control

I control the world, the world mine to control

What the hell happened? How'd you let him get away? Damn it. I'll get you next time you son of a gun!