Control The Rave - 3ASiC/C-Low

Written by：3asic

You were bad and free

'Cause they coming all the way

You refuse to fade

But all that left is blaze

Blaze in your dream

And you know it

In the rave and your flow is

Kinda sexy and you feel like run the city

Now you know that's the deal Niki

Kinda slow but you will

Got ya body on the feel

And got ya mind out of the shield

You gonna high in **

Somebody got a chance to cheat

Then when you grab the the key

Say sorry we don't get sleep

So turn my mic up louder

I ain't got nothing to bother

When it coming to our soul

Then it's time to go

So just put them in your sin

Like you did it before

Put them right into that conner

And slap the door

Now hold up your lighters

Or your fingers and fists

Used them controlling the rave

Like you're in the 86's

I got that green beauties in my pocket

Come and get them if you're lucky

Do what DJ says

Do that drum n bass

Let me control the rave the bass

In your face book you're fake

Every pace

Is a whole different race

I got that bad and free

Something green taste like grapes

Roll up slowly like a original cuba cigarette

Wonder why you move like that

Wonder why you cool like that

How you fly like that

Rave on tonight

Can't put them all together

Then go put them apart

Don't you control my rave

Ima get f**ked up

You were bad and free

'Cause they coming all the way

You refuse to fade

But all that left is blaze

Blaze in your dream

And you know it

In the rave and your flow is

Kinda sexy and you feel like run the city

Now you know that's the deal Niki

Kinda slow but you will

Got ya body on the feel

And got ya mind out of the shield

You gonna high in **

Somebody got a chance to cheat

Then when you grab the the key

Say sorry we don't get sleep

So turn my mic up louder

I ain't got nothing to bother

When it coming to our soul

Then it's time to go

So just put them in your sin

Like you did it before

Put them right into that conner

And slap the door

Now hold up your lighters

Or your fingers and fists

Used them controlling the rave

Like you're in the 86's

I got that green beauties in my pocket

Come and get them if you're lucky

Do what DJ says

Do that drum n bass

Let me control the rave the bass

In your face book you're fake

Every pace

Is a whole different race

I got that bad and free

Something green taste like grapes

Roll up slowly like a original cuba cigarette

Wonder why you move like that

Wonder why you cool like that

How you fly like that

Rave on tonight

Can't put them all together

Then go put them apart

Don't you control my rave

Ima get f**ked up