My Daily 16 Bars: Day 59

I'm the shit, no diaper//
I spit fire, no lighter//
You get high, I'm higher//
You get fly, I'm flyer//
Nuff of that simple shit, I ain't Rocko//
I had a sick flow since a snot nose//
Every songs killer, no filler, get familiar//
Fuck rick ross, I'm Trill meets Thriller//
Cap peeler, gorilla verse//
Lyrically I'll body you, put your songs in a hearse//
The dirt I be doing is the worst//
I do my research and hit em where it hurts//
You'll never meet a better emcee//
Yo, you reaching for my mic? Don't tempt me//
I see the glass but hustle like its half empty//
I'm the ghost in the machine, haunting your SMPTE//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 58

Pull the hammer back and let that big thang clap at cha//
Pop at cha feet, you'll be looking like a tap dancer//
C "dot", the big booty romancer//
I got pipe game that could cure cancer//
Ladies, I'm a nice guy but I'll put it on ya ass//
And make your pussy do the Jadakiss laugh//
Don't get it twisted, I move stone cold on niggas//
Don't give them a chance to pull no triggers//
Might as well give cops a reason to pat me down//
They do it anyway whenever they riding around//
I was trained well, all I know is head shots//
Blame it on the army, its over when that things cocked//
Your jaw will drop, you'll grab your heart//
Before your soul and your physical split apart//
Im a mad man, who gone stop me//
Nobody, I'm papi, C to the V//

My Daiy 16 Bars: Day 57

I follow Islam but nowhere near spiritual//
Never dreamed I'd be this hood individual//
I'm just a product of my environment//
Gang life, crack pipes, big guns firing//
Cops swooping on us way too often//
Lil ray ray, the cops just offed him//
STD's and mass abortions//
Cuz nobody loved or taught them//
Trynna be better than what I've seen//
But from time to time I still have them thug tendencies//
Trynna outgrow my ghetto mindstate//
I let bleed through a pen, lyrically menstruate//
There's never a reason to not see yo seed//
There's never a reason to not get money//
There's way to much of it out there//
There's nothing wrong with being square//
Not everybody's an OG//
This has been a life lesson from CV//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 56

I'm cool forever like a coogi sweater//
Your dumbass trynna act like you ain't know no better//
You won't find a bunch of rhymes about my gat//
But got beef, meet me in the back, clap clap//
Listen up boy boy, when I squeeze the thing//
It'll sound like The Heatmakerz on the drum machine//
Its gonna sound like the last battle in drum line//
Its gonna sound like the army lost its damn mind//
I tried to be like MLK and non violent//
Til I saw what happens when you rapping and stylin//
So I'm back to my malcolm little stance//
Peaking out the window with something that won't jam//
I'm on a level you just can't reach//
No matter if you got a ladder and you leaped//
I'mma rapping til I can't speak//
But even then I'll sign language battle emcees//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 55

No I ain't diddy but I run my city//
You can call me C Vizzy//
First name Contro, last name Versy//
I pimp the pen with no mercy//
I've yet to meet a rapper than can serve me//
I play the game hard with no jersey//
Jeans sagging, tatts out, im so Plies wit it//
Don't watch what I do to rappers if you squimish//
Its a must I throw rappers under the bus when I bust rhymes//
Flip the mode on em and strangle em with a punchline//
Im too aggressive to be in a group with these rappers//
Can't smother the beast, can't tame the rapture//
Its blunt force trauma to your dome//
Whenever my songs bumping in your head phones//
Drown you in the snare, bury in bass//
Ditch you in a verse before I make my escape//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 54

Listen, I'm back on my fucking griz//
Best Coast CEO, you know what it is//
I write rhymes and I write checks//
My son's name's tatted on it, must protect my neck//
Rose gold and diamonds, I'm lowkey stunting//
You got glass in your pendant, you high key fronting//
I got porn star swipe, your balls smaller than bunions//
I'm the shit, you just smell like onions//
I'm behind the wheel, riding with warrants//
09 Paul Revere, I ride with a warning//
Them black and gold coats is coming, pillage and plunder//
If you got cover, suggest that you hide under//
My wrath rips skin and meat from bone//
There's not a dam man made that can stop my flow//
Ruthess music mercenary, lyrically I'll merk you//
My swag goes forever like the circumference of a circle//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 53

You can't stop me//
I'm out of this world cocky//
I beat up a beat like rocky//
I ride the clap like a jockey//
No b2k, but u just got served//
On a platter with nouns, adjatives and verbs//
I'mma jerk, like that new west coast dance//
You the one hit wonder flash in the pan man//
Which would you rather be//
The jerk please//
Cuz at the end of the day, I'm stil me, CV//
Contro boy//
Hold the pen like Troy//
Aikman that is//
Best Coast is what I live//
I got it tatted on my ribs//
Money on my mind, you should mind ur fucking biz//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 52

I wrote this because the Pasadena Black History Parade was today and I went. I love my city and I saw all the reasons why

Dammit, I love my city//
The skyline at night time's so pretty//
Don't act like old town aint cracking//
So many heads, like sardines in a can, we packed in//
I wouldn't have it no other way//
Brought here after I was born in the bay//
The city where I wrote my first rap//
Fell in love with my first hood rat//
The city where I busted my 1st nut//
Found out later she was a slut//
City where a fight broke up the Source Awards//
Me and Tony stole everyday when Rite Aid was the Thrifty store//
The city where I met the homebody named Mister//
Where I met my best friends slash brother and sister//
Rose bowl, rose parade, UCLA games//
Blood chicks who body too thick for a picture frame//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 51

Back up, bag back//
C to the d o t, king of the new jacks//
Fuck a sidewalk, I march down the middle of the street//
One man parade, all eyes on me//
I'm leading the pack, hip hop's drum major//
West Coast resurrector, G funk savior//
I spit fire hot enough to fry my competition//
Boy listen, this isn't no amateur pimping//
Its running through my bloodstream//
Snatch you out the bay from the OC, I got reach//
Naw mista, I'm no average nigga//
Got juice like Jamba, got pull like triggers//
Even when I was the uncool kid//
Still had a way with words to get them panties to slid//
My buzz up, I got the block clicking and jumping//
I'm a statue in a league with niggas softer than a muffin//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 50

My flows sick, spit fever, mics taking my temperature//
Straight a college grad, even my swags scholared up//
I'm needed like that outbreak monkey//
Caught nuemonia cuz the diamonds in my watch so chunky//
West coast niggas got the tenatious amitigated gal//
To be on the south's dick and licking they balls//
We rock slanga's, we ain't trapping//
We be jerking, not rock leaning and snapping//
I don't do this to get hoes on my bozack//
Spitting just settles my thoughts, my raps like prozack//
I do it so you don't have to be crazy like I is//
Went from being bummy, no money, skin sticking to my ribs//
To the epitome of happiness, walking in some fresh dunks//
I make happen everything that I thunk//
Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth//
Mags, cds, dvds, you see what my grinds bout//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 49

I'm in her heart now, she got the "open letter" ringtone//
I know cuz you was calling while she was giving me good dome//
Usually cheating I don't condone//
But I make special exceptions for girls getting done wrong//
She give you head and you don't return the favor//
Constantly hit her with the "see ya when I see ya, see ya later//
You played out like a one way pager//
We started from scratch, I took the time to date her//
Now I'm all she thinks about when she with you//
All cuz you ain't do what you suppose to do//
I'm the reason she bought new panties for the cat//
And I can tell you where all her tattoos at//
And I be all in her ribs//
Did it in every spot in your crib//
Had her ass on the counter, her hands on the shelf//
Before you get mad about it, you brought it on yourself//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 48

I spit crazy like a stuttering retard//
Raps tallest, strongest man. See how far I raise the bar//
I'm rolling, no thizz, no car//
My buzz gets bigger with time, a downhill snowball//
I know the difference between stupid and brave//
I'm still bold enough to go head to head wit a train//
But that doesn't mean that I will//
I live in a world where girls swallow my kids like pills//
I try to not let em OD on it//
Its C "dot" Versy on the track gosh darnit!//
Is what them white boys say//
Whenever my tracks play//
This is backpack gangsta rap//
The dots on point like the end of a thumb tack//
Oh and before I go, fuck your skinny jeans//
And I mean that with every fiber of my being//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 47

She says you can't stay pretty forever//
So she wants to use what god gave her, so I let her//
She grown, she gonna do what she wants to//
She wants to dance, what am I suppose to//
If I say no, she leaves me and still stripping//
So I say yes and keep a eye on her while dudes tipping//
She seems happy with all the admiration//
She's the center of a sleazy niggas imagination//
She gets lost in the rain//
The pouring of $1 bills drowns her pain//
Her stage name is Remy//
Because it only takes 2 glasses of it before she forgets me//
She starts bringing her work home with her//
Smelling like other niggas//
Used to see the glass half full, now its half empty//
From other niggas taking sips of my Remy//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 46

I'm walking inspiration//
Even tho I'm congested, I can smell you hating//
Your feet tired from dream chasing//
I learned how to make shit happen cuz I have no patience//
You holla back, I whisper, real G's move in silence//
The ground shakes when I walk, my swag is vibrant//
I've been ill with the flow since a fetus//
C "dot", Precy$e, F.S., you gonna need us//
These rappers out of season like shorts in the winter//
They all flopping, albums going wood...timber//
I'm hungry and I don't mean for food//
Craving for cash, I see dough and drool//
I'm thirsty but I don't want a soda//
Only thing that can quinch my thirst is that new rova(rover)//
Life's a game, I'm holding the controlla//
Play to win, no more room for 0's, checks say game over//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 45

Its been awhile, you've been patiently waiting//
Close your eyes, use your imagination//
Picture me right in front of you//
Your heart beating fast from what I'm bout to do//
My lips touch yours, soft and deeply//
Your body language is saying you need me//
You let out a moan of pleasure//
Sparks fly whenever we're together//
Lay you down, part your limbs//
I put in work, no hard and timbs//
You say it hurts, but the pain feels good//
As I hit spots that your ex never could//
You tell me keep going, deeper and harder//
You arch your back so I can go farther//
And normally I'm not into that incest shit//
But you call me daddy when you cumming and I like it//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 44

I spit that ingorant shit you like//
Money cash hoes and ice//
Scratch that, that's the old me//
I'm thee only 23 year old OG//
Spent manisy y moons on this rap scene//
And ya'll just starting to get what the dot means//
On top of my soap box, spitting that black lightning//
I'm what these other rappers should be//
But they won't be cuz they afraid to speak out//
I play hard, catch my own rebounds//
I'm a leader, I'm on my grind//
You too busy being a pimp in your own mind//
Just to reinterate, I'm an OG who ain't hit his prime//
I get better with time, iller with every line//
I'm hungry, raps an all you can eat buffet//
I'm a mastermind to the end like Keyer Sosai*spell check*//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 43

I wrote this rhyme on my death bed//
Getting mad head//
From Astrid//
I make it rain with mad ends//
Excuse me ya'll, I'm gone off the medication//
Mentally, I'm on a vacation//
Gone off the lean, no soda//
Got a fever hot enough to roast ya//
I'll toast ya for the bread//
Die young and leave a fly corps is what some1 said//
Not sure if I agree with that//
But I'm fly, need room for my wings flap//
Even in sickness, still about my qwap//
Opps, I mean my qwop//
Still letting the lo lo's drop//
Born at the bottom, only place to go is the top//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 42

Oh I like the way you receive me//
Please don't deceive me//
Don't make it easy//
For me to next ya//
Shorty tried to play me like a game testa//
What...ever, I'm way to clever//
I got somebody watching you//
And I got somebody watching the person watching you//
You will get away with nada//
If she walk in the house in some brand new prada//
And she ain't got no j-o-b//
She's probably sucking a balling niggas d-i-c//
Nice guys finish guys finish last, this I know//
So I pimp harder than any man walking on 10 toes//
Well, not really but its fun to pretend//
I been the man before boyz II men//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 41

Don't front, C "dot" is back//
Precy$e got my front, F.S. Got my back//
Shout out Yung City for laying the foundation//
And DJ Cue for scratching and beat breaking//
Best Coast, the ones too look out for//
Your time in the spot light is looking doubtful//
We the hottest thing moving, raps locomotive//
You's a loser, no friends, just right hand and lotion//
You got your dick in ya palm, the worlds in mine//
Magazines, radio, dvd, mixtapes, we on our grind//
We taking over and going hard without Khaled//
C "dot" for president, who needs a ballot?//
The people's champ from the projects to the palace//
I can make haters disappear, no magic//
Just click clack, blast it//
Put em in a casket//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 40

Mouth full of AIDS, everything I spit sick//
Smell something stinking, that's me cuz I'm the shit//
I'm something you just not used ta//
I step in a room, the swag sonic boom will move ya//
No cuz, no blood//
How he so hood//
Get beat with louieville wood//
I'm just no good//
Matter of fact, I'm the complete opposite//
Being a goody 2 shoes is played out like moccasins//
Where the hoses who'll let me fuck em in they noses//
I'm wild, I'm living my life likes its golden//
Wrist frost bite, 2 degrees from frozen//
I'm the one and the oracle, I was chosen//
To breath life in this dead ass game//
Contro Versy, better respect my name//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 39

If I invite you to my room you better be uninhibited//
No clothes under the trench coat, ready to get it in//
Murderer, armed for pun pun killing//
I'm ready and willing to point your heels to the ceiling//
Sex pistol, pull on my trigger//
I just figured you wanted something bigger than your last nigga//
5 feet and 9 inches of karma sutra//
You ever had a CEO seduce ya//
Its a mind trip, he'd spinning when we get it in//
Having you feeling like you over dosed on vicadin//
Hope you ready to get dicked down and licked up//
I can get you wet enough to fill up a pimp cup//
Im gonna fuck you stupid//
You gonna have trouble thinking and start drooling//
Get ready for a ride, hold on, don't let go//
Get there early, limited seating in my freak show//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 38 (pt 3)

I started getting greedy, hitting lick after lick//
Recruited some partners who wanted to get rich quick//
We four fly ass guys//
Got the thang on our sides//
We in the spot, about to run out with the cash//
Make it to the car and see the cops hot on our ass//
Driver smashed off, its a high speed chase//
Feeling like nascar, sweat pouring down my face//
We running red lights, side swiped a benz//
I'm starting to feel like this is the end//
I really mean it, I feel it in my soul//
Hit the curb and ran into a light pole//
I emerged from the wreckage, gun in hand//
The hammer goes slam, bullets go blam//
I was outnumbered, cops caught me in the head//
I died trynna chase that bread//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 37 (pt 2)

Listen up, this is a stick up, nobody move//
It will be over quick if everybody is cool//
Security, don't be a hero, toss me your tool//
People I'm here to rob the bank, not rob you//
The bank is insure so you'll get all that back//
I caught a bad break and I need scratch//
Anyway, enough about me. Bank teller, fill my bag//
None of that paintball shit, just fill it fast//
I made my way out the door like nothing happened//
All I see is dollar signs flashing//
Then I disappeared in the crowd//
Quickly put the burners back on my waist//
With a devilish grin on my face//
Went home, paid utilities and back rent//
Then I hit the club and got bent//
The next day I hit Macy's and Niketown//
I'm fresh, lets see baby momma laugh at me now//

My Daily 16 Bars: Day 36 (pt 1)

I was at a dead end job, making no cash//
Baby momma stay woofing, saying I'm ass//
She only hits me up for bread//
Likes dangling my baby over my head//
Said she got a new man that's gonna take my place//
When she said that, I almost put my fist in her face//
But I held back, kept my restraint//
Got other issues at hand, gotta make bank//
Wait, I got it. Who makes more money than a bank//
They got everybody money, acting like they shit don't stank//
Hmm, this gone take some serious thought//
So all day sitting I plot//
Ok, I've been watching for 2 days and this is what I got//
2 exits, alot of cams, one security cop//
I got a vest, got a mask, a big bag, 2 guns, I'm ready to blow//
Ok, 2 deep breaths and here I go//

My Daiy 16 Bars: Day 35

I don't rap about money and fast cars//
I went to schoo with molesters and porn stars//
Hardy har naw, I'm dead serious//
Im one more problem away from being delirious//
Stress got the kid looking old//
Stand up boy, I don't bend nor fold//
Momma, look at your young man now//
CEO, only 23, I'm holding it down//
Not only that, I'm a top notch rapper//
I ain't got time to scuffle, I'll clap ya//
He died cuz he ain't pull his faster//
I refuse to leave my son a bastard//
And naw, I ain't trynna be on no tough shit//
But for that guns and butter, I'll get to dumping//
Listen, all this hard work ain't for nothing//
Who stunting? Who fronting? *Big Boi voice*(boy stop) move something//

My Daily 16 bars: Day 34

Listen, they done fucked up now and let me loose//
Fucking with a skinny goon//
Who first to get to get a chipped tooth//
Got you ADDICTED, it HURTS to know that I'm the TRUTH//
TRUTH HURTS...ADDICTED//
You probably missed it//
Rewind and listen//
ControVersy's the business//
I ain't no college dropout, I graduated//
Haters is mad I made it//
He sad cuz I had his girl spreading like mayonaises//
Such disgraces//
I'm bout it, bout it, you should call me Master C//
Prince of Rose City, you should call me your majesty//
C "dot" V, this is how a murder sound//
Punks jump up to get beat down//

My Daily 16 bars: Day 33

Its time to dust myself off and start over//
That ain't a gangsta lean, its the world on my shouders//
Its a good thing that they broad//
But I'm smart too, equally brains and brawn//
I owe aot of people an apologies//
Its not easy being the CV//
Wanna make a omelette, gotta break some eggs//
I break ur heart after I get you to open your legs//
And I'm just wrong for that//
Know somewhere down the line karma will pay me back//
But until then I gotta watch my back//
Friend or foe, nobody gets slack//
I've painted myself in a corner//
I'm boxing the world with only my shadow in my corner//
Bet I win by a knock out in the last round//
Always bet on myself cuz I never let myself down//

My Daily 16 bars Day 32

Feburary 1st, everybody watching the Super Bowl//
Not me tho, I'm looking for a Super Hoe//
She can give superhead like Superhead//
Make me nut then fall asleep, looks like I'm super dead//
It sounds like thunder when her ass claps//
And she smart too, be studying the NASDAQ//
Her ass phat and her waist small//
Titties like 2 volleyball's//
My bust it baby, I'll take her down anywhere//
Oh, no, you gots to get your own. I never share//
And I still don't beat it bare//
And I won't eat it if its a lot of hair//
I'm sorry but I like to eat on a clean field//
Im no magician, but stay copping a feel//
And I don't stop for red lights//
Especially if your flows light//