Control (freestyle) Lyrics - Joe Budden

Sure as the 70's number man, I can throw a curve underhand 

But for the streets, not Summer Jam 

This ain't for the fans that wanna hear pop and snap 

Drunk' off Ciroc and the Yak, all y'all can watch from the back 

Safe from self proclaimed legends that nobody wanna hear from 

Scared? get a gun, come to peers? I got none 

Safe from bandwagon fans sit y'all asses in the same spot 

Y'all the same niggas made Trinidad Jame$ hot 

This ain't to Kendrick Lamar, the nigga Kendrick got bars 

I heard his shit and wasn't offended at all 

And as it played I heard him say I wasn't mentioned with y'all 

Joell started it, only right I finish the job 

So all that shit is revocable, from an overview 

Only thing noticeable is how you barely give me any quotables 

I state facts, not to say it's wack but check the playback 

Outrhymin' A$AP ain't showin' me where ya' weight at 

I'm on my shit today, you the king of New York 

You might as well had spit on Biggie's grave, couldn't let that slip away 

I'm in the ?......ready to click and spray 

Light Jay Elec ass up, that's my exhibit A 

Bitch kill my vibe is what you wanna get into 

Drown him all in a swimmin' pool, full of phlem and drool 

You rentin' jewels what's with all the fascination? 

But when I ask you bout' it that's my cross examination 

This is slimmin's to me, all these blemished mc's 

Infamously it's 'bout who's image I see 

But if it's bars, not about bread, the hell with the wealth 

Put you inside of the bullet, just to see a shell of yourself 

I mean uh, six rappers been a testable 

They action been incredible, this is what the net'll do 

Chick sendin' message to tricks ain't get the sell 

They ain't even artists and they get paid per diem 

You talkin' bars, then this whole conversation changed 

Fuck all the subliminals now nigga say a name 

Some of these OG's I laugh at, y'all don't know me to half ass 

To me it's just one Joey that's bad ass 

King of New York, my nigga stop it 5 

Keep it funky Drake washed you twice 

Tell me ?....lie around 

Run up on Meek with the silencer, nigga quiet down 

Then ride off with his intro playin' 

Cause I get hype to that shit dog I ride to the shit 

With nightmares, I wanna be in the room with him, lettin' the mag off 

Know he love Philly so I'm leavin' him with black thoughts 

You talkin' bars nigga better get help 

They put they guts all on the track, still they never get felt 

Lot of lower tier rappers tryna rep for they belt 

Nigga it's levels to this, dog you said it yourself 

But check it, when it comes to control, I might of lost a bit 

Law abiding citizen style I'm comin' for all of it 

Runnin' in your studio...engineer that recorded it 

Yes men that supported it, any blog that reported it 

Any artist he tour with, snuff whoever bought the shit 

Whoever thought of it, his mentor whoever taught him it 

Interrupt with a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even cough or lick 

If I got it twisted you dumb enough to talk the shit 

But the irony?, y'all all inspire me 

Y'all in a spot a lot of us aspire to be, 

You just strivin' my G, tip my hat so y'all know it's real 

Fuck whoever mad, you just said how we all suppose to feel 

I know the game, some'll try and get amped 

Push the envelope, some of us provided the stamp, 

Great accessors wrote the letter, others sealed it shut, 

Some was nice before the percs, before a mill got tucked 

It's Hip Hop, should blame on the mic these niggas hands on 

Shades that they wear, the club couches they stand on 

Which makes the credibility with dead ability 

Raise the bar like you on par with this level of agility 

...? runnin' rebel artillery, with augment at the 2 

What sparrin' y'all wanna do? 

Get to argue with a spartan, play it cool 

I heard them alien voices, i'll knock the martian up outta dude 

Seperate the beast from the timid, it's hip hop 

Fuck if your car is lease or rented, at least you in it 

Foamin' at the lip, lookin' like the yeast in women 

Don't be fictitious most of y'all been a feast from the beginning 

This is for B.I.G., suicidal thoughts, Coogi printed 

This for Nas, army jacket with the uzi in it 

Not no shiny suit shit, this that 92 [?] 

This for Hov's missin' 92 bricks 

For State Prop and Beans, to when the Lox first burst on the scene 

For Queens, Pac, even Edi Amean 

This for the Mobb and the purple tape, word to Inspecta Deck 

This ain't for the labels nah, Wu said protect ya' neck 

This ain't a diss, I don't wanna think it's fun y'all 

And this for Big L, the block that Joe found Pun on 

This shit is for Stack, I ain't talkin' a G 

Nigga I'm talkin' a G!!...my nigga talkin' on me 

This is for every livin' rapper ever walked in these streets 

And any outsider that happen to think that a portion is sweet 

Niggas been killed for less and got a coffin' for free 

If you ever been in the hood, then we all should agree 

This for every nigga that took what you said in stride, 

I couldn't abide, some of us still take pride, check it 

Limbs'll get crushed, hip hop's adrenaline rush 

Men'll get touched, so if you feminine hush 

Project benches I trust, came from syringes and dust 

So who you named shouldn't be mentioned with us 

But wait, at least half of em', other half rapped around 

Doin' things to? Gather every rapper 'round 

See what happen when niggas try to go toe to toe 

This what happen when you let a blood bath overflow 

Used to do lines, half em' didn't wanna go blow for blow 

I could overdose and still drag you niggas comatose 

This is lightweight, put the bucks up 

If we talkin' bars half of y'all should shut the fuck up 

This is lightweight, put the bucks up 

If we talkin' bars half of y'all should shut the fuck up