Per chi se lo fosse perso, Kendrick Lamar ha deciso di (auto)proclamarsi “king of New York” nella sua strofa in“Control (HOF)”, pezzo assieme a Big Sean e Jay Electronica. Questo trio può competere ovviamente per i livelli di supremazia del panorama Hip Hop, ma Kendrick ha deciso di dirlo in maniera più esplicita citando direttamente nella sua strofa tutti i nomi dei suoi “avversari” (almeno artisticamente parlando) dichiarando: “Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you”
I rappers di New York si sono (ovviamente) sentiti chiamati in causa. La rima provocatoria e tagliente di Kendrick ha scatenato una bufera su Twitter, dove è arrivata una risposta sulla questione da praticamente ogni rapper che potrebbe passarvi per la testa. Chi chiede disponibilità per uno studio di registrazione per dire la sua, chi lascia intendere certe sensazioni e chi invece vuole mandare un messaggio implicito a KDot.
Ecco i pensieri a caldo di Fabolous, Pusha T, Mac Miller e Joey BADASS.
Per fortuna New York è piena di rappers eccezionali che sicuramente faranno sentire la propria forza per rivendicare lo scettro di cui Kendrick si è impossessato. La competizione rende tutto più bello. In ogni caso, scelte discutibili a parte, la strofa di Kendrick Lamar è un mix di talento e perfezione. Ascoltare per credere. Si parlerà ancora a lungo di questa storia, ma intanto ecco qui la track e la strofa incriminata in cui il rapper di Compton ne ha davvero per tutti.
[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 pole 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 jugernaut’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, fuck ya’ll ..
Show Instagram get gobble these ..
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 hoes to fuckin’ Lindsey Lohans
A bunch of rich nigga white girls lookin’ for parties
Playin with barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give ‘em the car key
Judge me ’til the mon.., 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 put one on yours, I’m Sean Connery
James Bond non of you damn climbin one hundred million in front of me
And Im gon’ get it even if your in the way
And if your any better, run for pete sake
I heard barber shops being great debates all the time
Forgot who’s the best emcee? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas
Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of ya’ll
New .., new… dont get involved
And I aint rockin’ no more designer shit
White tees, and Nike cortez this red corvette is anonymous
I’m usually home boys but the same I’m rhymin’ with
But this is Hip Hip and them niggas should know what time it is
Thank God for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale
Pusha T, Meek Mill, ASAP 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
They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you
What is competition? I’m trying to raise the bar high
Who’s trying to jump and get it?
Your a better off a sky dive out the exit window of five G5′s
With 5 grams with your gran dad as the pilot
He drunk as fuck tryna land with the hand full of arthritis
And pop prostetic leg bumpin’ Pac in the cockpit
So the shit thats pops in his head its an option
Of violence somone heard the stewardiss said that your parachute is a latex condom
Fuck do it dred (West coast)
