He probably wasn't the first guy expected to respond to Kendrick Lamar's "Control" verse, but Slaughterhouse's Joell Ortiz has just offered a vicious rebuttal.
As we previously reported, due to an uncleared sample, Big Sean's “Control (HOF)”, featuring Jay Electronica and Kendrick Lamar, will not appear on his forthcoming album, Hall of Fame. But that didn't stop Sean from premiering the No ID-produced track Monday night on Hot 97's Funkmaster Flex.
Following Sean and Lamar and debuting his response on Funkmaster Flex, Ortiz's appropriately titled "Outta Control" takes Lamar to task over his claims of being the "King of New York" while claiming California as home. He even calls him out for his "jeans that hardly can zip."
The entire thing is just straight fire. And it's unlikely this is the last of the "rebuttals" from Lamar's peers (or hopefully even some "higher-ups"). JAY Z? Eminem?
Listen below, followed by part of the lyrics:
"I ain't even got to give this too much thought
Joell Ortiz one of the won any war that he ever fought
This ain't no different, I'm listening, you the King of New York?
Little 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 king's heads 'til I kick you in the 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 Slaugtherhouse ain't get dissed
Or maybe I'm not on your radar, you feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique.
Either way I person train this beat, it got to get ripped
You rich rappers can’t respond with all the dollars you get
Gangster rappers can’t retaliate with hollows and clips
And you fashion rappers wear the kind of jeans that hardly can zip
So zip it, I got this shit real hip-hop in this bitch.
The apocalypse has fell upon us, watch the zombies I split
The walking dead, I’ve been a monster shorty, I can get bit
And then return, I’m immune to these rappers ya’ll calling sick
I stomp the red carpet holding my dick
And throw tomatoes at the podium for wack awards that ya’ll 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, ya’ll all fit under my feet
Ya’ll all victims, all chitlins when a nigga trying to eat
I see to it ya’ll all missing like a wino nigga’s 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 cars
But that telly you trying to to check in, boy that property’s ours
Can’t get a W on Broadway, I’m New York all day"