Control (remix) Lyrics - Joell Ortiz

[Verse 1] 

I ain't even gotta give this too much thought 

Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought 

This ain't no different, I'm listening, you the king of New York? 

Lil homie you ain't the king of New York, you the next thing on my fork 

The messenger with all them rings on that horse 

Carrying king's heads 'til I kick you in the chest 

And you cough and fall into a bottomless pit 

Homie, you know how many bodies that fit? 

When we met you said ''it's an honor, man, the YAOWA man can spit'' 

Maybe that's why you left me out of that shit 

Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed 

Or maybe I'm not on your radar 

You feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique 

Either way, I personal train this beat, it gotta get ripped 

You rich rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get 

Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips 

And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped 

So zip it, I got this shit, real hip hop in this bitch 

The apocalypse has fell upon us, watch the zombies I split 

The walking dead, I've been a monster, shorty, I can get bit 

And never turn, I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick 

I stomped the red carpet holding my dick 

And throw tomatoes at the podium for whack awards that y'all niggas get 

Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip 

And smack a legend on the way out of that bitch 

Cause I don't big up the elite 

The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet 

You all victims, all chitlins when a nigga trying to eat 

I'll see to it, y'all missing like a whino nigga teeth 

Anybody can get it 

Old nigga, new nigga, him nigga, you nigga 

One nigga, two nigga, a few niggas 

I do niggas harm with these bars 

It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly card 

Put that telly you trying to check in, that property is ours 

Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day 

Yeah, that's where the boss stay 

You no hear that oye? 

A hundred Ricans running at you chief like Okoye 

Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge 

I rocked with some cons out west like the boy Ye 

But I don't claim king even though my name ring 

And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing 

Rodeo to Daygo they telling you the same thing 

Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king 

But that's the west coast, I'm from this coast 

I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close 

To stay at Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie 

But Dre you such a gangster and [?] you're such a sweetie 

And guess what, I'm a free agent again if y'all never need me 

But back to these bars, I'm hungry, this beat is gon' feed the needy 

Y'all looking like grannys ziti, zucchini out in Tahiti 

On Fiji with Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini (haaaa!) 

Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi 

I fuck her and take her out for fries in the panini 

I ain't a rap nigga, I'm a nigga that rap 

Before this -- y'all saw the cypher, I ain't bringing that back 

Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars? 

And any force I came across was like rhyming inside a star 

With the Universe on my back, your human version is wack 

I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap 

And tell Earth suck it, tell the planet try it 

I turn this bitch into the Independence Day without the lucky drunk pilot 

I love competition, constructing a composition 

Of destruction, putting Destructicons in the composition 

I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin' 

That a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission 

You raise the bar high, I set the bar higher 

You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire 

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