Control, everybody gon' lose control
with the hand skills that'll leave none secondary
Who's cutter, with the ill flutter,
moves so fast that'll leave you in the gutter
Asking for your mother, does it like no other,
puts the needle to the record when it gets hectic
the cuts are disguised for a secret weapon
Behind the decks, he's an evil genius,
with more enhanced goals than girl stroking a penis
His decision meets the target
Precise when he drops, it's the man,
the myth, the legendary, the prophet
how you damn hands move so fast?
Control, everybody gon' lose control
So pre cise, he slice to the groove,
he cut so deep, profound and smooth
Make you move, go wild, flip out
Always new skills, it sticks, no doubt
To elevate this joint to a higher state
Styx comes with the incision
Hit it with the beat, tell him how it goes
After the show, he's in his red
Slow and low, yo, that's his tempo
Everybody gon' lose control
Everybody gonna lose control
Cruise control, everybody on cruise control