Big Sean & Kendrick Lamar (feat.) & Jay Electronica (feat.): Control (HOF) | Song-Factsheet


Song «Control (HOF)» von Big Sean & Kendrick Lamar (feat.) & Jay Electronica (feat.).


Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2013 08 12 (Single)
Label: G.O.O.D. Music
Songwriter Sean Anderson & Kendrick Duckworth & Timothy Thedford & Ernest Wilson
Produktion: No I.D.
Genre: Post-Millennial-Music - Hip-Hop - Traprap


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Personen und Querverweise

Big Sean & Kendrick Lamar (feat.)
Jay Electronica (feat.)
Sean Anderson
Kendrick Duckworth
Timothy Thedford
Ernest Wilson
No I.D.


[Intro: Big Sean] I look up Yeah, and I take my time, nigga I'ma take my time, woah Power moves only, nigga [Verse 1: Big Sean] Boy, I'm 'bout my business on business I drink liquor on liquor I had women on women, yeah; that's bunk-bed bitches I've done lived more than an 80-year-old man still kickin' ‘Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin' But this for the girls who barely let me get to first base On some ground ball shit ‘Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit They praying on my motherfucking downfall, bitch Like a drought, but You gon' get this rain, like it's May weather G.O.O.D. Music, 'Ye weather Champagne just tastes better They told me I never, boy, never say never Swear flow special like an infant's first steps I got paid, then reversed debts Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress So now I'm talking to the reaper to reverse death Yep, so I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride Show him I made somethin' out myself and not just tried Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind In my mind, but fuck tryin' and not doin' ‘Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin' I said fuck tryin' and not doin' ‘Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin' I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac, bitch, and got ruined So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid Bitch, I can't mothafuckin' stop movin' Go against me, you won't stop losin' From the city where every month is May-Day at home, spray your dome Niggas get sprayed up like A.K. was cologne for a paycheck or loan Yeah, I know that shit ain't fair They say Detroit ain't got a chance, we ain't even got a mayor You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone I knew the world was for the taking and wouldn't take long We on, tryna be better than everybody that's better than everybody Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit versus everybody I'm so fucking first class, I could spit up on every pilot The city's my Metropolis, feel it, it's metabolic And I'm over niggas saying they're the hottest niggas Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot I'm one of the hottest, because I flame drop; drop fire And not because I'm namedroppin', Hall of Fame droppin' And I ain't takin' shit from nobody unless they're OGs ‘Cause that ain't the way of a OG So I G-O collect mo' Gs, every dollar Never changed though, I'm just the new version of old me Forever hot-headed but never got cold feet Got up in the game, won't look back at my old seats Clique so deep we take up the whole street I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week Sean Don [Bridge: Kendrick Lamar] Miscellaneous minds are never explaining their minds Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond Peddling sin, thinking maybe when you get old you realize I'm not gonna fold or demise I don't smoke crack, mothafucka, I sell it! Bitch, 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 fucking pill I'ma pop you and give you this [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit So many bombs, ring the alarm, like Vietnam on this shit So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch One at a time, I line them up And bomb on they mom while she watching 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 coaching 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 (West, West, West, West, West, West) I've seen niggas transform, like villain Decepticons Mollies'll probably turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan A bunch of rich ass white girls looking for parties Playing 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; motherfucker, I sell it!) I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis I'm aiming straight for your pelvis, you can't stomach me You plan on stumping 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, André 3000; the rest of y'all New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved And I ain't rocking no more designer shit White T’s and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette's anonymous I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhyming with But this is hip-hop And them niggas 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 niggas Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas They don't 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're better off tryna skydive Out the exit window of five G5's with five 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 West Coast [Verse 3: Jay Electronica] You could check my name on the books I Earth Wind & Fire’d the verse, then reigned on the hook The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof The tale of a magnificent king who came from the nooks Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers We live by every single word she ever told us Watch over your shoulders, and keep a tin of beans for when the weather turns the coldest The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over Put your trust in the Lord, but tether your Chevy Nova I’m spittin' this shit for closure And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova To all you magicians that’s fidgeting with the cobra I’m solid as a rock, ‘cause I came from a rock That’s why I came with the rock Then signed my name on the Roc Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot ‘Cause I endured a lot of pain for everythang that I got The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rain from the heart And the tissue is like an angel kissing you in the dark You go from blind sight to hindsight Passion of the Christ, right, to basking in the limelight It take time to get your mind right Jay Electricity, PBS Mysteries In a lofty place, tangling with Satan over history You can’t say shit to me, الحمد لله‎ It’s strictly by faith that we made it this far