RapPad Control

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EternalBoyYeezy's Notes

Inspired by Kendrick's Control.

TO EVERYONE I NAMED: don't take this as a diss. Like Kendrick, I just want to raise completion and inspire everyone to continue to get better.

This was a lot of fun to write, I hope you all enjoy it.

Miscellaneous rhymes filled with syllables that blow your minds
Devilish grin, my alias was created to win, rap pad niggas won't respond
The worlds brimming with sin, I am you demise
Y'all getting, old quit with the disguise
 
I don't smoke crack, motherfucka, I sell it!
Every beat I touch, every word I write, these rhymes are my weapon
Every dime I fuck, every slut with big butt, nigga you jealous
I won't pop any fuckin pills, pop shots and spit this
 
Uh Ye bout to drop a bomb on this shit
Control the rap pad, Imma about to be rich
Control the wealth, think illuminati, like Jay Electron' in that bitch
Rothschild, Rockerfeller, rocking blood diamonds
I'm finna be Jay Rock, K. Dot, Schoolboy, a new rap titan
Taking over rap pad, I see it on the horizon
I'm important like Barack, I'm a muslim on pork
I'm HOVA's offspring, reppin B-LO New York
I'm finna be street prophet and king, I juggle them both
This juggernaut's going for the jugular, yall take me for jokes?
Live from the gutta, big butt sluts and ya mother
No woman friends, I only will fuck her
Who the fuck yall thought it supposed to be?
If Marv Levy came back theres no coaching me
I'm uncoachable, I'm unsociable, no Jim Kelly, fuck yall clubs
Come back to myspace so I can twitter all over your facebook, just lick the nuts
Suck the dick up or shut up, shout to K. Dot
This the same flow that put the rap game on the crutch (east x6)
Think you a big chiefer, but you'll never be Cypress
Poppin mollys will turn them dumb niggas straight to Miley Cyrus
Yall a bunch of suburb ass white boys lookin for pussy
Get turned down, still yall act immaturely
I get turned up like the heyday of Paul McCartney
Call Ye a black Beatle, either that or a Marley
 
I don't smoke crack, motherfucka I sell it!
I'm dressed in all black, this ain't for the fan of Elvis
I'm aiming straight for your pelvis, you don't have a leg up on me
Bitch I'm the best, I'm less Dan Craig, more Connery
James bonding with none of you niggas, I make 100 g's a week
this ain't for the weak, yall better run for pete's sake
I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time
Bout who's the best MC, Yeezy, Jigga and Nas
Kendrick, Andre 3000, the rest of yall
new niggas just new niggas, don't get involved
And I ain't rockin no more designer shit
Black tees, Melo 9s, Ford Taurus anonymous
I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhyming with
Bout to raise competition, tell em what time it is
And that goes for Rhino, Greatdakingslayer, Carlcee
theDonofwar, Notable and 420
Mothafucka jones or is it Jungle Wizard
I've got love for you all, but I'm tryna murder you niggas
Trying to make sure Amir ain't never heard of you niggas
So that he don't wanna hear not one noun or verb from you niggas
What is competition? i'm tryna raise the bar higher
I've got control of rap pad, already got the crown yall better call me sire
EAST COAST

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