(I Got This Under) Control (Freestyle)

[Verse: David Stones] You might be dope but you ain't no fucking king of New York You bout to learn it's certain lines you don't cross Don't think we soft cause Rocky ain't say shit Although he got his name spit I guess it take some BK niggas to come and slay shit They tried to box me out of the game to keep it basic Cause they know ST ain't nothing to play with I spit like a fuckin A-R This a lead shower His own fans like damn that's some high power (hiiipower) They say Stones you don't want it with Black Hippy Them boys got bars That's a buck-fifty But I don't give a fuck All them dudes could team up and come get me I'm still rep for my city Cause look I ain't playing fair I ain't never scared When I spit it's like a fifth with 16 in there I ain't playing fair I ain't never scared When I spit it's like a fifth with 16 in there And I bet I got some shit to knock Kenny out of his skippies Jay Rock'll have to go get a new pair of Dickies Schoolboy Q'll fall back without his bucket hat Ab-Soul'll take off his black shades like what was that Who the first to step up to get played and be a footnote on my Wikipedia page I'll set the whole record label ablaze and put your Keebler elf in the face looking ass back in the cage You ain't on top dowg just cause you on Top Dawg So stop dog Running 'round talking bout crowns that's not yours You the hottest in the game by default They need to let some more superstars play on that court That nigga A$AP got bars too but it's a pity that he too bizzy tryna to be more pretty than Nicki I'm the new Prince of New Yitty That king shit that's between Jay, Nas, and Fifty, and Diddy It's DOHH squad niggas best get with me Or feel pain when I rain and that's word to Biggie I was taught this a competitive sport and you could never let nobody feel at home on your court I hope you don't think I'm mi-dad That rhyme you spit it made me li-daff But say that shit again and that's your id-ass Don't feel the wri-dath You other niggas better step your bars up and stop hiding behind your ci-dash Don't get confronted (Uh) This my Jay Z flow tell me who want it (Uh) Niggas don't want it I got 'em sick to they stomach (Uh) Cause this the hardest shit you heard thus far Keep it a-hunned