Twitter exploded Monday night after rapper Kendrick Lamar's verse was leaked in Big Sean's new track, "Control" featuring Jay Electronica. The rapper has been under fire for the past 24 hours after he name-dropped a stream of rappers including Jay z, Nas, J. Cole, Mac Miller and Drake.
“I’m usually homeboys with the same n****s I’m rhymin’ with/ But this is Hip Hop and them n****s should know what time it is/ That goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., Wale, Pusha T, Meek Mill, A$AP Rocky, Drake, Big Sean, Jay Electron, Tyler, Mac Miller/ I got love for you all but I’m tryin’ to murder you n****s/ Trying to make sure your core fans never heard of you n****s/ they don’t want to hear not one more noun or verb from you n****s.”Lamar's verse on "Control" had all of the rap world's attention, even Sean "P. Diddy" Combs. The hip hop mogul took to his instagram page to post a response showing himself and Jigga:
“Now open your mind up and listen, you n****s. I am the master, the guru, and after I school you, I’m skinning you n****s. You finished. I’m making chinchillas out [of] n****s. You should be embarrassed I’m thinking ’bout rapping. It’s killing you n****s.”Listen to the single below:
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Here's Big Sean's take on Lamar's verse on "Control":
Sean also chatted with RapUp TV about the recent reports about him changing his lyrics on the track to accommodate Lamar's verse:
But the stream of rappers responding to Kendrick's diss didn't stop there. As Chicago native Lupe Fiasco even called Lamar "a baby" on his new SLR 2 track, saying, "Now we all heard what he said, but what he said means we dead/And that shit is insane/He’s so crazy, look at the little baby/nigga. You ain't Nas, n*gga you ain't Jay z."
Check out the Lupe's new single below (aimed at Lamar):
The verse on ‘Control’ is exactly what rap has been crying out for for a long time. Not a diss track – Kendrick admits that he has a lot of respect for his peers – but more of a call to arms for the creative competition that once dominated the genre, lost to a landscape consigned to back-slapping and kushy musical director roles at Raf Simons shows.