Kendrick Lamar wants to cement his position as the top rapper in hip-hop. Months after his much talked about “Control” verse, Lamar took things to another level during the BET Hip Hop Awards cypher.
Rapping like a man possessed, Lamar first took aim at Drake by rapping, “And nothing’s been the same since they dropped ‘Control’ And tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothes, Ha, ha, joke’s on you, High five (high fives Schoolboy Q) I’m bulletproof, your shots’ll never penetrate, Pin the tail on the donkey boy you’ve been a fake, I got my thumb on hip-hop and my foot in the back of your a–.”
Lamar also went after other rappers who responded to his “Control” verse. “I’m the master that masturbated on your favorite MC
And to the industry that wanted me assassinated, You either corny or an opportunist, I let you eat now go back to church and steal crackers at communion.”
Read the lyrics below:
“I hate y’all, I’ll do anything to replace y’all, Shout-out to Face Mob
A ghetto boy ’til I’m unemployed with a day job
And kicking boxes, I kick a– and then kick knowledge, I’m way more polished than 99 percent of the scholars
You thought had graduated, I’m the master that masturbated on your favorite MC
And to the industry that wanted me assassinated, You either corny or an opportunist
I let you eat now go back to church and steal crackers at communion, What I’m doing
I’m about to crack the Da Vinci code, yeah And nothing’s been the same since they dropped ‘Control’
And tucked a sensitive rapper back in his pajama clothes, Ha, ha, joke’s on you
High five (high fives Schoolboy Q), I’m bulletproof, your shots’ll never penetrate
Pin the tail on the donkey boy you’ve been a fake, I got my thumb on hip-hop and my foot in the back of your a–
Aftermath get the last laugh, I serve [n—s] like Master Geoffrey, Jump on this curb
Turn a shottie to a verb if you let me, You know I’m a killer, I’m on your head, You know I’m a killer
The West Coast Cosa Nostra, Under oath ‘til it’s over, Ya over owe us, So what the [f—]?
I [f—] you [n—-s] up, I [f—] you [n—-s] up
She suck and [f—]. I [f—n’ duck you [f—n]’ [n–s] like when I want, You going dutch
You going [f—n’] nuts, Acting irrational, Pop you then pop an Adderrall
Know the drill like a lateral, [n—-a], I’m more Pappy Mason than Pastor Mason
Pacing back and forth, Racing my thoughts on embracing data
I spilled blood on my apron cooking this [s—] up, I feel like some of y’all is hating
Quite frankly ya [b—-] booty should thank me for grabbing it, Turn these hoodrats to actresses
What a [f—n’] magic trick, Accidents never happen when murder’s involved
Immaculate tactics so follow me, If you need me just call on me, I say “Hold up wait a minute”
Your career ain’t [s—] unless you got some Kendrick in it, Your [p—-] ain’t [s—]
Ain’t no rumors left on my [d—] unless you look like Jordin Sparks, Make my mark on the [c—]
Muah, Hollywood’s been good to me, Little hood [n—-a] used to pawn mom’s jewelry
Family jewels big as [f—] and I got the balls to say it, balls deep, balling out ’til Spalding need a replacement
I’m outchea, the rest of your mouth chea, Invest in a vest, A Vietnam vet when you out near
The white court building spilling its Merlot, Fillin’ a woman, Pimp the industry, Remember these Stacy Adams and fur coats
Shook, you’re scared to death, You’re scared to look, In the mirror when Kendrick is near ya
King Kendrick.”
