The purpose of Operation Mind Kontrol is to sorta satirize hip hop, the world, and myself.

I was on a hiatus because I was going thru some pivotal stuff in my life but it dont matter now. We otw up. More tapes coming after this, im boutta be dropping like rapid fire. Also, Internet Religion was kinda ass. So it's time to make up for it. Might even do a remaster of that project after this one, if I feel like it. Wtv, enjoy this one, or don't, you decide.

Operation Mind Kontrol

Hunter

Missing Calls (feat. Nimba Kounte)

I Hate Daws

mrc shit /// i'm like kodak black i'm on that z shit /// my teacher said i'mma never ever be shit /// but my future bright, i'm like stevie i can't see shit but i still play keys, and they just outta key /// i got these cracker teachers shakin me they tryna get the fuckin demons outta me /// ever since i tried to fix my brain like a lobodomy these white kids treat me like i won the fukn lottery /// hot potato guns when the priest walk in /// they like please shut up nigga the thief talkin /// i take the words out ya mouth tie ya tongue to the trigga /// he got all them bands, no funds, yeah i figured /// no chance you niggas ever get paid
yeah i'm stickin to the script /// i'm just turnin the page /// my mama locked me in the cellar i get better wit age /// these niggas think i'm helen keller i can't hear what you say /// i can feel it in my ears on my og shit /// screamin fuck m6 on some old beef shit /// you niggas cant rap, so you need them old beat hits /// so i'm dunkin on you niggas just like Kobe did

generic left right shit

how im feelin like a nigga from the matrix /// how i show up wit the blick its amazin /// yardie gyal but she cook like she haitian /// fuck around get put in the basement /// young nigga from the AB, even tho them niggas hate me /// why yall niggas tryn play me /// all these bitches so faithfully

they tryn line me /// but you cant set me up bitch im grimy /// you cant get the lo you cant find me

Produced & Arranged by Cyta Zoan

Find Me

you got all that money in a false factor /// take me as a joke you gon die of laughter /// start a story imma end it in the same chapter /// end ya life you can tell me what it’s like after /// right price thats enough for a nice puff /// bitch i’m ratchet, ion like nice stuff /// cold case cyta, niggas know the deal /// i don’t like how that nigga walk give em wheels /// i dont like how that nigga talk, make him robot /// why you still stash grass in the old spot /// bad move niggas been got caught /// boy you workin for the media you been got bought /// i used to like weed till i start trippin /// i used to like hoes but im not pimpin /// i only want beef if you’re not chicken /// you wanna kill niggas you are not Christian /// this a real nigga life we are not switchin /// i used to like music but i’m not gifted /// and they like cyta why are you so pessimistic /// bro i dont like shit i must be autistic /// now i like my gravy with dry biscuit /// point blank shoot a nigga make him die different /// if a nigga hit a lick he gon lickin /// you cant play me like a bitch i aint paul higgins /// call me melly leave a nigga in the front seat /// i’d rather die a slow death like buzzfeed /// you ain’t a1, i’m a2, bitch you a3 /// i dont got a ugly ass wife, i aint h3 /// i aint got my reparations cracker you gon pay me /// new blick, new apartment, i aint got no ac /// carribbean legs, so why these bitches try to chase me ///medusa vibes, these niggas cold when they face me

Produced & Arranged by Cyta Zoan

False Factor

L.I.D.

(yapping for 2:55)

break a joint of moonrock before the moonfall / i used to split it wit z, before the roll call / legalist intuition, movin like no law / i got my eyes on the green like olaf / i catch flights, and i never send a postcard / these niggas sweet, in / they music niggas go hard / i put the math on the sheet like mozart / shit aint addin up these niggas lyin in they shit, i ain't / buyin a product that's unaccounted for / see i was sellin the product right by the outer stores / i'm just dividin my victories, got a lotta scores / these niggas take hits and get burnt up, like the dinosaurs / takin off my hoodie tryna look right / i'm in the
midst of the ally this off the books right / if it's a problem my acquaintance keep a good light / my niggas walkin em down, them niggas took hikes / got off the celly wit my mom and she been stressed out / asked me how i
been i told her slizz took our old couch / a young cat helped me break in when i had no key / remember i was high and i had to keep it lowkey / now i head home no smoke in my lungs / snakes in the grass, holes poked in the tongues / breakin my fast wit a fat sack of tums / but i never needed pills just to go numb / i got a late night feelin and i'm so done / to get right niggas'll go and kill they own sons / they say it's better to be hated than unknown huh / just like home / not wit ya parents, you rather be on ya own huh / just like home / see it's a lotta pictures in my phone that i'm quick to delete / i wonder if you'll get to see that shit when i'm deceased / contacts contract, what a fatal contrast / knock on wood, you lose luck, mortal kombat / fuckin wit us, loose screws up for the climax / close ya eyes, and you can hear what the blind has / a lot of sympathy / but it's a lot of dead 
niggas in the industry / and i'm the dead man walkin all finicky / gonna take a lot more than ai just to finish me / i can pop some agua out the sink and it's just like home / make ya man press links, now we at his home / bro
came to break bread but it's just like bones / but you
still in the dark, cut the lights on / aint pay yo bills but you still livin right / don't know how to drive so you came for the hike / just like home, shit it's all i ever known


Produced by Sebby Beats
Arranged by Cyta Zoan

Enter

Produced & Arranged by Cyta Zoan

To everyone who even bothered to listen to this shit. Ily.

Burying Myself

MK ULTRA CLUB

dropping scraps rn but project otw
profile art by ryan
@playhvse

Operation Mind Kontrol

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