O rapper Kendrick Lamar está na linha de fogo de seus colegas. Após o cantor de Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe ter soltado a letra de Control, de Big Sean, em que Lamar provoca vários rappers e se autoproclama “rei de New York”, ele atraiu a ira de Diddy, um peso pesado do hip hop.
Veja Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe, de Kendrick Lamar
Nesta quarta-feira (14), Diddy soltou uma provocação no Instagram, uma montagem em que ele e Jay-Z ironizam o novo nome do rap por sua pretensão. “Então, Kendrick disse, eu sou o rei de Nova York”, diz o cartaz sobre uma foto em que Diddy e Jay-Z estão gargalhando.
Não é só o mundo do rap que está na bronca com Lamar. O ex-técnico de basquete Phil Jackson, uma lenda da NBA, também foi provocado na mesma música e respondeu pelo Twitter, também nesta quarta. Kendrick Lamar, não há problema em ser arrogante e seguro, mas todos nós precisamos de alguém para se apoiar. Vamos chamar alguém para orientá-lo.”
Veja a letra da discórdia feita para Big Sean, Control
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, motherf–ker I sell it!)
B—h, 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 pop me no f–king pill, I’mma a pop you and give you this
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this s–t
So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this s–t
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this b—h
One at a time, I line ‘em up and bomb on they mom while she watchin’ 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 f–k y’all thought it’s supposed to be?
If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin’ me
I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable
F–k y’all clubs, f–k y’all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these n–s
Gobble d–k up ’til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch
I’ve seen n—-s transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies’ll prolly turn these n—-s to f–kin’ Lindsay Lohan
A bunch of rich a– white girls lookin’ for parties
Playin with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give ‘em the car key
Judgement 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 motherf–ker I sell it)
I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis
I’m aimin’ straight for your pelvis, you can’t stomach me
You plan on stumpin’ me? B—h I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
B—h I put one on yours, I’m Sean Connery
James Bonding with none of you n—-s, 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 spittin’ great debates all the time Bout who’s the best MC?
Kendrick, Jigga and Nas, Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y’all
New n—-s just new n—-s, don’t get involved
And I ain’t rockin no more designer s–t
White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes anonymous
I’m usually homeboys with the same n—-s I’m rhymin’ wit
But this is hip hop and them n—-s 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 n—-s
Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you n—-s
They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you n—-s
What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar high Who tryna jump and get it?
You better off tryna skydive Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grand
With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as f–k tryna land
With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg
Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the s–t 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 thread
