Take Control - EP

by Smokey Joe & The Kid

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released March 10, 2017

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Track Name: Mister Nice Guy (Feat. MysDiggi)
Intro

Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls
bitches and bitchettes from around the world
We are Smokey Joe and The Kid...
and we want to introduce you to the most angriest man in the world...
and his name is MysDi....

Wait, wait, wait, wait, what the hell's going on with this "angry man" shit man?
you lot know I'm not an angry man
my teeth are always shining just like my forehead man,
how could you say that to me...

Nah, It's just I don't know, sometimes when I get the right beat, you know, I might react like, ummm, I don't know...


Verse 1

savage on attack,
travel ground like a camel with a saddle on his back
and he sounds like some rabid type of animal on tracks,
camera's wanna flash to capture when he channel's what you lack
... mid-demolition is a comfort-zone
in Dubai turning the worlds tallest buildings into bungalows
candy-arse-suckers know who's had the bars under-toe
attacking mutha luvaz like an angry Mark Ruffalo,
walking atom-blast, avalanch-ing on the ones below
you and your army have to march or you're cover's blown
your team freeze like they struck a pose
while I generate the type of heat to make it seem as if summer's cold
they all wonder though, how this guy be tamed?
quite insane with a menacing type of frame
if fire blazed he ignited the flame,
that's why his brain might be blamed for climate change

Chorus

But I'm a nice guy really
and even if you don't wanna believe that shit,
it's still a pleasure to meet you... yeah

You can see that I'm a nice guy clearly
that might be quick to hit that switch
but, only if I need to

See, I'm a nice guy really
and even if you don't wanna believe that shit,
it's still a pleasure to meet you... yeah

You can see that I'm a nice guy clearly
that might be a little quick to hit that switch
but, only if I need to... yeah

Verse 2

So let me know it you're ready for the madness
was given the prescription but never got the tablets
meant to take the medication, couldn't get it from the cabinet
now I'm like grizzly bear with a message for you campers,
snatch that plate and that cake but wait...
what's in that bag mate? I'll grab that in-case and aye,
don't bother rile up like an honest liar
I'll leave u stranded, pop your tyres then start a damn forest-fire
...hot wiring to get in a lane
never again to be got in so remember the name
medics are saying that I'm bonkers, to hell with their claims
severe these chains that I'm locked in for mental escape
walk the thin line between pleasure and pain
leaving cracks in concrete every step of the way
anywhere there's silence getting buried in sirens
en route from the mental asylum

Chorus
Track Name: Take Control (Feat. MysDiggi)
Yeah, Yeah

Verse 1
All you want is a piece of mind
In that happy place that we all need to find
because you work all day and sleep all night
No time for yourself to feel alright
Counting the days like 1,2,3,4,5
Tryina part from darkness to see more light
Got your manager harassing you to been on time
While looking in the mirror like this can't be your life (aaarghh)
On repeat like a really bad tv show we know they should do away with
But in reach is your destiny like a remote control so you can change it
Never feel that your future's wasted when you deal with pursuing greatness
If your soul is a damsel in distress don't stress cos you can save it.

Chorus
To ease the pain
For piece` of mind
To Reach that place
You seek to find
Read the signs
And redefine
On your way
Don't let them take from your soul
x8
That means you're taking control

Verse 2
Don't let anybody take it from you, stay strong even when they wrong you
when you work to a goal, know the worth of your soul, if you don't then mate it's on you
Know your value and never forget
Stay sharp on your path to whatever is next
Get their respect when they measure you depth
from every breath in your chest, never settling for anything less
(Yesss)
Let the negative get in line so your precious time is never wasted
If it's meant to be destiny, fine then enter your prime and just embrace it
Never feel that your future's wasted when you deal with pursuing greatness
If your soul is a damsel in distress don't stress cos you can save it.

Soul clap/Bridge
Ah yeah, soul clap for me, everybody where you at? from the front to the back
don't slack let me see you soul clap for me, ah yeah, soul clap for me
x4


Pastor Offering's sermon
"Ladies & gentlemen we are gathered here this evening
on this fine evening
to pay homage to you know what
the soul mutha luvaz that's right
ya'll better understand
and recognize and realize
that anywhere you go around this world
if you ain't got no soul in you
then you ain't no gold in you
that's right mutha luvaz
when you wake up in the morning, you better understand
the only thing you have is your soul
when you brush your teeth in the morning, that's right
who does it for you?
your soul that's right
I go by the name of Pastor Offerings
and I'd lie to tell ya'll mutha luvaz that umm
you need to find...redefine that ....to ease the pain that's right
you better say it loud... say it loud and proud"


Bridge/Outro
Don't let them take from your soul
you need to take control
x4
Track Name: Fumando Jose Y El Nino (Feat. MysDiggi)
Verse 1

Outlaws out to win after wrangling,
saddling up their stallions to start galloping,
dare another challenge 'em they'll swear to come & handle 'em,
round 'em all up as if their bringing all the cattle in
the winds brought a band of them who came to tell people
the legend of Fumando José and El Níno,
tell 'em everywhere, better get prepared 'cause when they hear the...

Chorus

That means they want your hands in the air now
"click, click" everywhere keep 'em there now
swear down, want to see them all air bound
"click, click" stick your hands in the air
You don't have to be scared, of what's happening in here
just aware what you're carrying has to be shared now
"click, click" stick your hands in the air now
"click, click" stick your hands in the air now

Verse 2

Bandoleros out for more than just to stack dinero
a pack of weirdo's, disguised as a gang of hero's
racketeering yet attracting ear-holes
when ever static's been pushed up to ten, they'll pull it back to zero
from sun-up, a bunch of friendly musicians
but moonshine's the light on the truth when all the loot's missing
tamed bronco's, pulled dames from their honchos
and made a lot go sing out in the rain in their ponchos,
that's why your so called town sheriff will frown, jealous
of these loud fellas in your town who sound hellish,
they'll raid out your cellars without a premise,
in and out your premises but still leave the crowd a message
to never trust a man if a wheel on his wagon's loose
and always chase rattlesnake venom down with cactus juice
...keep 'em mesmerized till it's time to bounce
all singing to the rhythms known to hypnotize the crowd
who've been misguided in direction
but now they're taught about the truth which lies in their possessions
the narrow minds soon open to the tiniest suggestions
all because of these guys smiling in their stetsons who seem wilder than a western
... others try it but there's none that seem to know why
the only thing they're moving is the tumbleweed that rolls by
everywhere, better get prepared 'cause when you hear the...


Chorus

"Hands in the air now"


Verse 3

And you better keep 'em there or else bro,
word to the spurs and the leather boot shell-toes,
putting in the work to make you learn though
it's gonna be a showdown till it's a ghost town
so let the world know
about the legend that'll live forever,
gang of bandits that had the masses clambering together
through every place that they went, never paying the rent
but always paid some attention by every lady and gent
at major events, they'd hear the news of wise goons
mainly known for taking over your saloon at high-noon
who were sticking up the towns, hit 'em with a couple rounds
always aiming for the sole to have 'em kicking up the ground
till the dust is settled, some will never touch the levels,
quite clear they'll have you scrapping ideas, quick as rusty metal
tell your trusty steed, better up it's speed, giddy up indeed
plus you'll need to take a bunch of heed

"Click, click" stick your hands in the air now

"Click, click" stick your hands in the air now