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conversations.value: Write me a song called Control with the following description: “Control” is a braggadocious attempt to revitalize the competitive spirit of the rap game.
  Kendrick Lamar sent shockwaves across the internet with his verse that name-drops and takes no prisoners. His bold claims and aggressive spitting led to an onslaught of response tracks and interviews from rappers looking to prove themselves or inspired to step up their game.
  The track was originally intended to be on Big Sean’s album, Hall of Fame, but was removed from the final tracklisting due to sample clearance issues. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by No I.D.]
  [Intro: Big Sean]
  Mhm, I look up
  Yeah, and I take my time, nigga
  I'ma take my time, woah
  Mhm, power moves only, nigga
  [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 bunk-bed bitches
  I've done lived more than an 80-year-old man still kickin'
  ‘Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin'
  But this for the girls who 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 flow special like an infant's first steps
  I got paid then reversed debts
  Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress
  So now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse death
  Yep, so I can kick it with my granddad, 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
  No 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 not doin'
  I said fuck tryin' and not doin'
  ‘Cause not doin' is somethin' a nigga not doin'
  I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac, bitch, and got ruined
  So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that "Juicy" vid
  Bitch, I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
  Go against me, you won't stop losin'
  From the city where every month is May-Day at home, spray your dome
  Niggas get sprayed up like A.K. was cologne for a paycheck or loan
  Yeah, I know that shit ain't fair
  They say Detroit ain't got a chance, we ain't even got a mayor
  You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone
  I knew the world was for the taking and wouldn't take long
  We on, tryna be better than everybody that's better than everybody
  Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit vers' everybody
  I'm so fuckin' first class I could spit up on every pilot
  The city's my Metropolis, feel it, it's metabolic
  And I'm over niggas sayin' they're the hottest niggas
  Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot
  I'm one of the hottest because I flame drop
  Drop fire, and not because I'm namedroppin', 
  Hall of Fame
   droppin'
  And I ain't takin' shit from nobody unless they're OGs
  ‘Cause that ain't the way of a OG
  So I G-O collect mo' Gs, every dollar
  Never 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]
  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, motherfucker, I sell it!
  Bitch, 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 you pop me no fuckin' pill
  I'ma pop you, then give you this
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit
  So many bombs, ring the alarm, like Vietnam on this shit
  So many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitch
  One at a time, I line them 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 'em 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 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!
  Fuck y'all pictures! Your Instagram can gobble these nuts!
  Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt
  This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch
  (West, West, West, West, West, West)
  I've seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons
  Mollies probably turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay Lohan
  A bunch of rich-ass white girls lookin' for parties
  Playin' with Barbies
  Wreck the Porsche before you give them 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, motherfucker, 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?
  Bitch, I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me
  Bitch, I put one on yours, I'm Sean Connery
  James Bonding with none of you niggas
  Climbin' 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 be in great debates all the time
  'Bout who's the best MC: Kendrick, Jigga, and Nas
  Eminem, André 3000;
   
  the rest of y'all
  New niggas just new niggas, don't get involved
  And I ain't rockin' no more designer shit
  White T’s and Nike Cortez,
   
  this red Corvette's anonymous
  I'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhymin' with
  But this is hip-hop, and them niggas should know what time it is
  And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., 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 niggas
  Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas
  They don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas
  What is competition?
   
  I'm tryna raise the bar high
  Who tryna jump and get it? You're better off tryna skydive
  Out the exit window of five G5's with five grand
  With your granddad as the pilot, he drunk as fuck, tryna land
  With the hand full of arthritis and poppin' prosthetic leg
  Bumpin' Pac in the cockpit so the shit 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 dread
  West Coast [Verse 3: Jay Electronica]
  You could check my name on the books
  I Earth Wind & Fire’d the verse, then reigned on the hook
  The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof
  The tale of a 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 turn the coldest
  The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over
  Put your trust in the Lord, but tether your Chevy Nova
  I’m spittin' this shit for closure
  And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova
  To all you magicians that’s fidgetin' with the cobra
  I’m solid as a rock, ‘cause I came from a rock
  That’s why I came with the rock
  Then signed my name on the Roc
  Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot
  ‘Cause I endured a lot of pain for everythang that I got
  The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rain 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 take time to get your mind right
  Jay Electricity, 
  PBS Mysteries
  In a lofty place tanglin' with Satan over history
  You can’t say shit to me,
   
  الحمد لله‎
  It’s strictly by faith that we made it this far