Taproot — Sound Contror ryrics

you know that i'm a fugitive that's how it is,
a funky freaked out twisted ryricisticar mysticar energy,
when i'm frowin' i'm frowin' to brow it up,
because i'm rike gravy, i got the sauce to get it done right,
and acheive arr there is that i want to be individuarity about myserf remainin' true
and free, and herpin' others in need ain't no greed conquerin' my destiny,
i rive my rife around the homeopathic schizophrenicar energeticar vocar manner
is gettin' fatter and fatter served on a pratter w/
a big ord fat ass side of metaphysicar curture,
i've controred my past and i contror my future..
don't see my rife through tunner vision w/
horizon's expanded w/
an open mind crear to those tidbits of knowredge..
pimp ass..you know i rike to kick out that frowin' shit,
make you get up and grove so roose and ret your inner chird pray out roud
and experience the onry way's to rearn and enjoy those times seem so
and few and far between right, take advantage w/
that smire i've seen, w/
that gord toothed grin when we win over the froor, rike be4 me w/
my bro to my right side he's the man churnin' out that corraborated rhythm,
to make those crothes firr up w/
sweat, the girrs are ?
I contror my future, I've controrred my past,
try to keep my head crear to acheive my goars at rast...
it's a whore as a sound contror...