Under Control ("Control" Response)

[Verse - Zin-Zeta] First off, shout out to Kendrick Lamar I swear, that nigga there must have the largest set of two balls Cause everyone and their mother from all over the U.S Are hanging on to them pubescent balls like it's the law or something And shouts to Joell for trying to rip him The sh*t was going somewhere 'til his ADHD kicked in But, listen cause Zin is about to spit some sh*t in a minute And instantly end debates on which lyricist is the illest Just sit back and witness this rap-religious cat diminish This man who dead-ass attempted to get at me and my family's business F*ck Flex dropping a bomb once I get on Cause he be hopping on any popular artist's song Even if there's garbage or nonsensical content on it Meanwhile, Electronica's bars be flying beyond their targets But, let's be honest - honesty's not what they want They just want a syllabus filled with syllables full of puns at the end of the sentence Little criminals with some guns licking off at the entrance Aiming at the innocent sons who've yet to learn the difference Between an expert, a sharpshooter and a marksman All niggas see is that large Ruger rifle They catch an eyeful of that delightful Equipment and order their own shipment of Type-2s Still no bombs, huh? I can only assume I'm either whack or rapping in a room full of blondes Dumber than a door knob, but whores slob when you switch it up Call the Type-2 "The Ratchet" and watch them pick it up But, f*ck the calm sh*t, niggas want me to bring him up ... So, I'mma bring him up Now, I respect you K-Dot, but you did some sucka sh*t You mentioned mad bum-ass rappers you know you f*cking with A handful of average rappers known for sayin' nothing Right after gaggin' the sacks of your masters You know they're lovin' it But... There're a few names I ain't hear you say You ain't seem too eager to mention Kanye or Lupe Quick to mention Tyler, but you couldn't mention Earl or Hopsin? Isn't this something you'd want Tech N9ne involved in? You strategically chose to go up the mainstream road And swerve past the landmines in manholes who would explode At the chance to respond, so I'mma answer you, don I've never ran from the comp' and I don't be plan to be startin' now Wow... Look at how proud this watered-down Andre Three Thousand has gotten from poppin' off at the mouth Don't get ahead of yourself, nigga. That'd be your mistake And keep all them verses subliminal like Hov' and Drake Don't be saying you're the best, cause if that's what you claim I'll remind you that Wayne said that same crap back in the day And JAY? . . . well, Jay got flamed . . two . times . . Burned . by Em' and scorched by that dude . Nas But hold up. You also roasted that boy, Kendrick So, why on Earth would that be somethin' you'd neglect to mention? Don't go on a rant just to go halfway If you're the king of New York, nigga, then blast Jay If you're the king of anything your head should be bumping T.I.'s - A general's. But, you're a plain Jane - a f*ckin' G.I Stepping out of place Coming our your face Everybody catches hommies and everybody's been bodied Relax Everybody's gassed off of that track While I'm listening like, "this is just another ''Til I Collapse' Relax