Lost Control (Freestyle)

[Intro]

Some of y'all already know what time it is, though

What up?

What up? It's for hip-hop

House Gang, what up?

I love this shit, man

Black Hippy, what up? (Joey)

It go

[Verse]

Soul of a '70s number man, I can throw a curve underhand

This for the streets, not Summer Jam

This ain't for the fans that wanna hear pop and snap

Drunk off Ciroc and the Yak, all y'all can watch from the back

This ain't for self proclaimed legends that nobody wanna hear from

Scared? Get a gun; come to peers, I got none

This ain't for bandwagon fans sit y'all asses in the same spot

Y'all the same niggas made Trinidad Jame$ hot

This ain't to Kendrick Lamar, the nigga Kendrick got bars

I heard his shit and wasn't offended at all

And as it played I heard him say I wasn't mentioned with y'all

Joell started it, only right I finish the job

So all that shit is revocable, from an overview

Only thing noticeable is how he barely gave me any quotables

I state facts, not to say it's wack but check the playback

Outrhyming A$AP ain't showing me where your weight at

I'm on my shit today, you the king of New York

You might as well had spit on Biggie's grave, couldn't let that slip away

I'm in the court of public opinion, ready to click and spray

Light Jay Elec ass up, that's my Exhibit A

Bitch kill my vibe is what you wanna get into

Drown em all in a swimming pool, full of phlegm and drool

You renting jewels what's with all the fascination?

So when I ask you 'bout it that's my cross examination

This a scrimmage to me, all these blemished MC's

Infamously it's about image I see

But if it's bars, not about bread, to hell with the wealth

Put you inside of the bullet just to see a shell of yourself

I mean, uh, since rap has been accessible

They actions been regrettable, this is what the net'll do (Uh)

Chick sending message to tricks ain't get to see 'em

They ain't even artists and they get paid per diem

We talking bars, then this whole conversation changed

Fuck all the subliminals, now nigga saying names

Some of these OG's I laugh at, y'all don't know me to half ass

To me it's just one Joey that's bad ass

King of New York, my nigga stop it 5

Keep it funky, Drake washed you twice

Tell me Tyler that fire with saliva? I reply don't bring a lie around

Run up on Meek with the silencer, nigga, quiet down

Then ride off with his intro playin'

'Cause I get hype to that shit, dog, I ride to that shit

With nightmares, I wanna be at the root of 'em with the mag off

Know he love Philly so I'm leavin' him with Black Thoughts

We talkin' bars? Niggas better get help

They put they guts all on the track, still they never get felt

Lot of lower tier rappers tryna rep for they belt

Nigga there's levels to this shit, dog, you said it yourself

But check it, when it comes to control, I might have lost a bit

Law abiding citizen style, I'm coming for all of it

Running in your studio, engineer that recorded it

Yes men that supported it, any blog that reported it

Any artist he tourin' wit', snuff whoever bought the shit

Whoever thought of it, his mentor, whoever taught him it

Interrupt with a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even cough or lick

If I got it twisted you coming to contort the shit

But the irony, y'all all inspire me

Y'all in a spot a lot of us aspire to be

We just striving, my G, tip my hat so y'all know it's real

Fuck whoever mad, you said how we all suppose to feel

I know the game, some'll try to get amped

You push the envelope, some of us provided the stamp

The predecessors wrote the letter, others sealed it shut

Some was nice without the percs, before Amil got touched

It's hip-hop, should blame on the mic these niggas hands on

Shades that they wear in the club, couches they stand on

You mixed credibility with dead ability

Raise the bar like you on par with this level of agility

Old UNLV Runnin' Rebel artillery, with Augmon at the 2

What sparring y'all wanna do?

Get to arguing with a Spartan, play it cool

I heard them alien voices, I'll knock the martian up outta dude

Separate the beast from the timid, it's hip hop

Fuck if your car is lease or rented, at least you in it

Foaming at the lips, looking like the yeast in women

Don't be facetious most of y'all been a feast from the beginning

This is for B.I.G., Suicidal Thoughts, Coogi printed

This for Nas, army jacket with the uzi in it

Not no Shiny Suit shit, this that 92 Knicks

This for Hov's missing 92 bricks

For State Prop and Beans, to when the L.O.X. first burst on the scene

For Queens, Pac and even E.D.I. Mean

This for the Mobb and the purple tape, word to Inspectah Deck

This ain't for the labels nah, Wu said protect ya' neck

This ain't a diss, I don't want it to get spun wrong

And this for Big L, the block that Joe found Pun on

This shit is for Stack, I ain't talking a G

Nigga I'm talking a G!! My nigga talking on me

This is for every living rapper ever walked in these streets

And any outsider that happen to think that a portion is sweet

Niggas been killed for less and got a coffin for free

If you ever been in the hood, I think we all should agree

This for every nigga that took what you said in stride

I couldn't abide, some of us we still take pride, check it

Limbs'll get crushed, hip hop's adrenaline rush

Men'll get touched, so if you feminine hush

Project benches I trust, came from syringes and dust

So who you named shouldn't be mentioned with us

But wait, at least half of em', other half rapped around

Dual clips that wrap around, gather every rapper 'round

See what happen when niggas try to go toe to toe

This what happen when you let a blood bath overflow

Used to do lines, how could they wanna go blow for blow

I could overdose and still drag you niggas comatose

This is lightweight, put the bucks up

Cause if we talking bars lot of y'all should shut the fuck up

This is lightweight, put the bucks up

If we talking bars lot of y'all should shut the fuck up