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dj critical hype - control lyrics

[intro: kendrick lamar]
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, motherf-cker, i sell it!
b-tch, 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 you pop me no f-ckin’ pill
i’ma pop you, then give you this

[verse 1: kendrick lamar]
tell flex to drop a bomb on this sh-t
so many bombs, ring the alarm, like vietnam on this sh-t
so many bombs, make farrakhan think that saddam in this b-tch
one at a time, i line them 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 makaveli’s offspring, i’m the king of new york
king of the coast; one hand, i juggle ’em both
the juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokes
live in the bas-m-nt, church pews, and funeral faces
cartier bracelets for my women friends, i’m in vegas
who the f-ck y’all thought it’s supposed to be?
if phil jackson came back, still no coachin’ me
i’m uncoachable, i’m unsociable, f-ck y’all clubs!
f-ck y’all pictures! your instagram can gobble these nuts!
gobble d-ck up ’til you hiccup, my big homie kurupt
this the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch
(west, west, west, west, west, west)
i’ve seen n-ggas transform like villain decepticons
mollies probably turn these n-ggas to f-ckin’ lindsay lohan
a bunch of rich–ss white girls lookin’ for parties
playin’ with barbies
wreck the porsche before you give them the car key
judgement to the monarchy, blessings to paul mccartney
you called me a black beatle, i’m either that or a marley
i don’t smoke crack, motherf-cker, 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?
b-tch, i’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
b-tch, i put one on yours, i’m sean connery
james bonding with none of you n-ggas
climbin’ 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
’bout who’s the best mc: kendrick, jigga, and nas
eminem, andré 3000; the rest of y’all
new n-ggas just new n-ggas, don’t get involved
and i ain’t rockin’ no more designer sh-t
white t’s and nike cortez, this red corvette’s anonymous
i’m usually homeboys with the same n-ggas i’m rhymin’ with
but this is hip-hop, and them n-ggas should know what time it is
and that goes for jermaine cole, big k.r.i.t., wale
pusha t, meek millz, a$ap rocky, drake
big sean, jay electron’, tyler, mac miller
i got love for you all, but i’m tryna murder you n-ggas

[bridge]
(murda) i’m tryna murder you n-ggas
(murda) i’m tryna murder you n-ggas
(murda) i’m tryna murder you n-ggas

[outro: kurupt]
i’m important like the pope, i’m a muslim on pork
live from south central, i’m the king of new york

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