NEW MUSIC: #GIDIBase : Big Sean Feat. Kendrick Lamar & Jay Electronica “Control (HOF)” + Lyrics
Big Sean celebrates by releasing a bonus song that won’t make Hall of Fame. After another standout verse on “All Me” with Drake and 2 Chainz, Sean Don returns with two more of rap’s lyrical titans on “Control (HOF).”
The Detorit player, TDE’s Kendrick Lamar, and Roc Nation’s Jay Electronica rap for seven minutes over the gritty production of No I.D. Due to sample clearances, the G.O.O.D. Music MC decided to give Hot 97′s own Funkmaster Flex the premiere.
Along with the record, Big Sean continues his unique campaign for Hall of Fame with a new viral. As visual images of mass destruction play in the background, the rapper gives fans a track-by-track breakdown of his sophomore album. From “Fire,” to “First Chain,” “Mona Lisa,” and “Ashley,” you get words from the man himself as to what inspired each song.
Listen and download “Control,” and watch Big Sean break down his new album below….
LYRICS
{Intro: Big Sean]
I look up
Yeah and I take my time
I’mma take my time, woah
Power moves only
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Boy I’m ’bout my business on business
I drink liquor on liquor
I had women on women
Yeah that’s [?]
I’ve done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin’
Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin’
But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base
On some ground ball shit
Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit
They prayin’ on my motherfuckin’ downfall bitch
Like a drought, but
You gon’ get this rain like it’s May weather
G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather
Champagne just tastes better
They told me I never boy, never say never
Swear my flow special like an infant’s first steps
I got paid to reverse debts
Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress
So now I’m talkin’ to the reaper to reverse death
So I can kick it with my grandad, take him for a ride
Show him I made somethin’ out myself and not just tried
Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside
Don’t matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind
In my mind, but fuck tryin’ and not doin’
Cause not doin’ is somethin’ a nigga’s not doin’
I said fuck tryin’ and not doin’
Cause not doin’ is somethin’ a nigga’s not doin’
I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac [?] ruined
So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid
I can’t motherfuckin’ stop movin’
Go against me, you won’t stop losin’
From the city where every month is May
[?] your home, spray your dome
Get sprayed up like [?] cologne
For a paycheck or loan
Yeah I know that shit ain’t fair
They say that Detroit ain’t got a chance, we ain’t even got a mirror
You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
I knew that the world was for the taking and it wouldn’t take long
We on, tryna be better than everybody that’s better than everybody
Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit wrecks everybody
I’m so first class I could spit up on every pilot
The city’s my Metropolis, [?] metabolic
And I’m over niggas sayin’ they’re the hottest
[?] hottest niggas just to stay hot
I’m one of the hottest because I flame drop
Drop fire, and not because I’m name droppin’
Hall of Fame droppin’
And I ain’t takin’ shit from nobody unless they’re OG’s
Cause that ain’t the way of an OG
So my GO collect more G’s, every dollar
I ain’t changed though, I’m just the new version of old me
Forever hot headed but never got cold feet
Got up in the game won’t look back at my old seats
Clique so deep we take up the whole street
I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don
[Bridge: Kendrick Lamar]
Miscellanious minds are never explainin’ the minds
[?] aliens to respond
Peddlin’ sin, baby when you get old you realize
I’m not gonna fold [?] demise
[?] a quarter piece to your melon
So if you have a relapse, just relax
[?]
[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit
So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this shit
So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this bitch
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 in [?] like the pope, I’m a muslim on pork
I’m Machiavelli’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
Cardio bracelets for my women free as 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 [?]
Show Instagram [?] gobble [?]
Gobble up ’til you hiccup
My big homie Kurupt
This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch
Transform like villain Decepticons
Mollies’ll prolly turn these [?] to fuckin’ Lindsey Lohans
A bunch of rich [?] white girls lookin’ for parties
[?] wreck the Porsche before you give ‘em the car key
Judge me ’til the [?], blessin’s to Paul McCartney
You called me a black Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley
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? Choppers jumpin’ ‘fore you put a gun on me
[?] I’m Sean Connery
[Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
You could check my name on the books
I Earth, Wind, and Fire’d the verse, then rained the hook
The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof
The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks
Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers
We live by every single word she ever told us
Watch over your shoulders,
And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turns the coldest
The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over
Put your trust in the Lord, pretend (?) that your Chevy Nova
I’m spittin this shit closure
And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova
For all you magicians that’s fidgeting with the cobra
I’m silent as a rock, ‘cause I came from a rock
That’s why I came with a rock, then signed my name on the Roc
Draw a line around some earth, then put my name on the [?]
Cause I endured a lot of pain for everything that I got
The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rains from the heart
And the tissue is like an angel kissin you in the dark
You go from blind sight to hindsight,
Passion of the Christ, right, to baskin in the limelight
It takes time to get your mind right
Jay Electricity, PBS mysteries
In a lofty place, tangling with Satan over history
You can’t say shit to me,
[?]
It’s strictly by faith that we made it this far
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