1. Tuesday, August 13, 2013

    something big happened in hip hop last night starring Kendrick Lamar 

    big sean

    the latest great rapper from compton, kendrick lamar had a long verse in a new track “Control”
    that was dropped last night to an audience that responded immediately.


    on the 7 minute tune that seems like a left over Lamar calls out his short list of rivals

    crowns himself King of New York

    and even tells Big Sean and Jay Electronica, the other guys on the track

    that he wishes them all well, “but I’m tryna murder you [ninjas]”.

    all while sounding like Lil Wayne, whom he never mentions.

    while some people are calling KDot’s disses “rap’s Pearl Harbor” and “rap’s Hiroshima”,

    thats a tad overboard. in fact it’s nice that there’s already a healthy hashtag for people he didn’t diss

    #KendrickDidntCallOut is mighty funny

    meanwhile, the 3 minute Kendrick Lamar verse and lyrics of “Control” awaits you after the jump

    Miscellaneous minds are never explainin’ their minds
    Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond
    Peddlin’ sin, thinkin’ maybe when you get old you realize
    I’m not gonna fold or demise
    I don’t smoke crack, motherfucka I sell it!
    Everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon
    So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc
    Don’t pop me no fucking pill, I’mma a pop you and give you this

    Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit
    So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this shit
    So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this bitch
    One at a time, I line ‘em up and bomb on they mom while she watchin’ the kids
    I’m in a destruction mode if the gold exists
    I’m important like the pope, I’m a muslim on pork
    I’m Machiavelli’s offspring, I’m the king of New York
    King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both
    The juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
    Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces
    Cartier bracelets for my women free as I’m in Vegas
    Who the fuck y’all thought it’s supposed to be?
    If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin’ me
    I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable
    Fuck y’all clubs, fuck y’all pictures
    Your Instagram can gobble these nuts
    Gobble dick up ’til you hiccup
    My big homie Kurupt
    This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch
    I’ve seen niggas Transform like villain Decepticons
    Mollies’ll prolly turn these niggas to fuckin’ Lindsey Lohans
    A bunch of rich ass white girls lookin’ for parties
    Playin with Barbies wreck the Porsche before you give ‘em the car key
    Judge me ’til the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney
    You called me a black Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley
    I don’t smoke crack motherfucker I sell it
    I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
    I’m aimin’ straight for your pelvis, you can’t stomach me
    You plan on stumpin’ me? I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
    I put one on yours I’m Sean Connery
    James Bond, wasn’t none of you niggas climbing 100 mil in front of me
    And I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the way
    And if you’re in it, better run for pete’s sake
    I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
    Who’s the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
    Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of yall
    New niggas just new niggas, don’t get involved
    And i ain’t rockin no more designer shit
    White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red corvettes annonymous
    Im usually homeboys with the same niggas im rhymin wit
    But this is hip hop and them niggas should know what time it is
    And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale
    Pusha T, Meek Mill, A$AP Rocky, Drake
    Big Sean, Jay electron’, Tyler, Mac Miller
    I got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you niggas
    Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas
    They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from u niggas
    What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar high
    Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive
    Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grams
    With your grandad as the pilot he drunk as fuck tryna land
    With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
    Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head
    Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said
    That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread