outta control (kendrick lamar response)

one two one two!

y'all knew i wasn't gonna stay quiet! yaowa!

i ain't even gotta give this too much thought

joell ortiz won every war that he ever fought

this ain't no different i'm listenin you the king of new york?

lil' homie you ain't the king of new york

you the next thing on my fork

the messenger with all them rings on that horse

carrying kings heads 'til i kick you in your chest

and you cough and fall into a bottomless pit homie you know how many bodies that fit?

when we met you said it's an honor man the yaowa can spit

maybe that's why you left me out of that shit

maybe that's why the slaughterhouse ain't get dissed

or maybe i'm not on your radar

you feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique

either way i personal train this beat it gotta get ripped

you rich rappers can't respond with all the dollars you get

gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips

and you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly get zipped

so zip it i got this shit

real hip hop in this bitch!

the apocalypse has fell upon us watch the zombies i spit

the walking dead i've been a monster shorty y'all can get bit

and never turn i'm immune to these rappers y'all callin sick

i stomped the red carpet holdin my dick

and throw tomatoes at the podium for wack awards that y'all niggas get

then stand up and scream yaowa then dip

and smack a legend on the way out of that bitch

'cause i don't big up the elite

the elite can get it too you all fit under my feet

you all victims all chitlins when a nigga tryin to eat

i'll see it to it y'all missin like a wino nigga teeth

anybody can get it - old nigga

new nigga

him nigga

you nigga

one nigga

two niggas!

a few niggas

i do niggas harm with these bars

it was brave

you took a chance like monopoly cards

put that telly you trying to check in

boy

that property's ours

can't get a w on broadway

i'm new york all day!

yeah

that's where the boss stay

you no hear that oye?

a hundred ricans runnin at you like okoye

last time in compton i was kickin it with jorge

i rocked with some cons/kan's out like the boy 'ye

but i don't claim king even though my name ring

and i had china in the bay

we call beijing

rodeo to diego they telling you the same thing

chico be in sacramento so much he can claim +king+

but that's the west coast

i'm from this coast

i'll leave the king of la to dre

i was this close

to stayin aftermath

but lamped out like a genie

but dre you a fuckin gangster and kirdis you're such a sweetie

and guess what

i'm a again if y'all ever need me

but back to these bars

i'm hungry

this beat is gon' feed the needy

y'all lookin like granny's ziti

zucchini out in tahiti

on fiji with erykah badu's booty in a bikini

your main chick is a precious

my side chick is a riri

i fuck her then take her out for fries and a panini

i ain't a rap nigga

i'm a nigga that rap

before this

y'all saw the cypher

i ain't bringing that back

why should i recycle bars when my mind is a flight to mars?

and the force that i come across was like rhyming inside a star

with the universe on my back

your human verses is wack

i grab my extraterrestrial testicles when i rap

and tell earth suck it

tell the planet try it

i turn this bitch into independence day without the lucky drunk pilot

i love competition

constructing a composition

of destruction

putting destructicons in the calm position

i'm optimus prime trucking your boulevard

just wishin'

that a star screams so i can go on a bombing mission

you raised the bar high

i set the bar higher

you gon' learn though

inferno scorch a bonfire