Debo Control

[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar] Miscellaneous minds are never explainin' their minds Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond Peddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realize I'm not gonna fold or demise (I don't smoke crack, motherfucker, 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'mma a 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 coachin' 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 x6) I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons Mollies'll prolly turn these niggas to fucking 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 Judgment 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 stumpin' 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, Andre 3000, the rest of y'all New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved And I ain't rockin' 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 rhymin' with But this is hip-hop and them niggas should know what time it is And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, 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 Trying to 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 trying to raise the bar high Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off trying to skydive Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grand With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as fuck trying 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 [Demetrius] I tell my older bro Crook, look what I said "Thanks for givin' the West Coast this style cause look what it bred" I got my style from Crooked just like Kendrick did Remember this chemist is mixin' limitless hallucinogenics to send you menacin' images And then you finished the minute you finish your sentences I told you, this explicit shit is sinkin' the censor-ship Y'all don't know about the Crooked flow, these rappers took it though And ran with it but couldn't handle it so they bookin' slow Too heavy for them to run with These rookies pussyfoot the Crooked flow But I'll show you how it should go and how it shook the coast Cuz I'm the closest to Crook like I opened his book and took his notes This is out of y'alls control now, the SSUTT took control Even Suge know, he wanted Crook to cook the whole Dogg Pound and Snoop before he shook The Row But no, but I'm glad Snoop got over his jealousy So him and Crook can bring the game back to the L-B-C I wish Cube would end his feud with the new west It's fucked up when your favorite rapper view you as a new threat But I'm Debo and Debo never been scared of Craig Beast mode, leavin' these legends dead And the D-O-double-G can try to blackball all he want but we don't care C.O. to the fuckin' B, oh yeah I'm in East Long Beach, with a chrome piece, where the police creep lowkey, please go ahead And beef with a nigga like me cause I don't eat And I got no reason to keep on breathin' I'm eager to beat your head for free, Debo, he's on edge This nigga is sicker than Sickle-cell Sellin' my sickness, my Sickle sale I'm livin' behind these ice cold bars, I live in a 'cicle cell Never gon' stop til I'm better than Pac and I'm better than veterans dead or alive Nailin' your broad, she's yellin' and hollerin' So I be callin' that heffer Mariah Cuz she carry higher notes, their letters to God I drove over every competitor, call that shit competitive drive This an assembly line of the dopest similes [?] through multiplicity, formin' and holdin' trinity No forgivin' me, I'm my own trilogy This psycho just might go on a simul-taneous tri-coastal killin' spree Thrice [?] my enemies And then a niggas in a different time zone, literally When I'm sendin' me, myself and I on a history killin' spree We finna be sharin' memories to mirror the villainy Killin' enemies eerily similar through each era and century I'm not tryin' to be better than Big Sean was on this song I'm tryin' to be better than Big Poppa Then after I'm better than Big, I'm tryin' to be better than my nigga Pac was Then after I'm better than Pac, call me Little Crooked I cuzz