13 August 2013

Review: Big Sean ft. Kendrick Lamar, “Control"

In case you’ve been under a rock in the last 24 hours, you haven’t heard the latest fire to come from Big Sean, “Control.” The track, featuring Kendrick Lamar and Jay Electronica, is blowing up the net as the newest heat to come from the young emcee. The irony exists, however, in that the heat isn’t coming from Big Sean. Instead, it is young K. Dot that is demolishing the track. Kendrick steps up on his soap box and shows you exactly why he is amassing so many accolades.

Personally, I am looking forward to Hall of Fame because Big Sean has been giving me some glimmering hope with his last few releases, this one included. Although sample clearance issues may prevent this track from being on the official album, it is still a testament to his ability to build a fiery track. Twon Jonson feels that the track is bomb simply because of Kendrick Lamar’s verse and it’s understandable. Mr. Lamar calls out damn near every. single. rapper. alive and puts them on front street, letting all who may hear know that he is coming for you, your fans, your core, your very souls. “I’ve got love for you all, but I’m tryna murder you n*ggas!” That’s the boast, and there’s no doubt that he means to deliver.

Although Big Sean’s verse is less than impressive, many times not even correctly riding the beat, Jay Electronica rounds up the song with a signature style that is missing from the forefront of the song. He quickly lets you know why he’s considered a premier emcee, even though he hasn’t released much work in recent memory.

Bottom line? Sean got beat up and murdered on his own track…TWICE. Peep the scenario.

The Niftian, out...

Oh, and if you want the lyrics? Here you go…

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, motherfucker 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 Makaveli'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 friends 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' Lindsay Lohan
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? Bitch I've been jumped before you put a gun on me
Bitch I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery
James Bonding with 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
Bout 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 anonymous
I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm 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 Millz, 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 you 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 grand
With your granddad 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

1 comment:

  1. Seriously.. I'm listening to this song by myself a randomly shouting "OOOOOWH" throughout Kendrick's verse. He murdered it#period