Alyssa Marie - Mr. Lamar (Another Control Response) lyrics

[Intro: Alyssa Marie] You have no idea who i am But I'm going to respond anyway Aye [Verse: Alyssa Marie] Mr. Lamar Listen, for all the rappers mad cause you missed 'em Or pissed cause they thought your list wasn't finished, That harbor feelings of bitterness Hearts that's littered with scars From the written bars that they took to it Looking too far and intricately into it See everyone gonna be quick to diss be ready to get it in fifty fifty Spitters and listeners both, you knew that the sh** was risky From people who misunderstood it for dissing the people you listed To the irrelevant rappers you didn't consider thinking you skip 'em deliberately Then the ignorant ones that's screaming out blasphemy Kendrick's king of New York but from Cali? (what?) the audacity That's where the half of these problems spawn They heard the words but ignored the context and react but they got it wrong Like you calling out Rocky, Sean, Jay Electron, Drake, and the rest of 'em? Sure, but you're really making the best of 'em Surface, cause nothing's making a rapper snap on a record worse Than name drops in a verse that lethal, public, and personal Everyone one of us cursed with competitive pens Imperious egos, said that he's better than me? (oh..) never again Bet, in the end...that competition's the only thing that can save us Making sure we're so high even heaven's left in our angel dust Is how the game became what it was The hunger pains plaguing the stomach of artists paving the way with their blood So wake up I think that's the message Kendrick intended If not, I'll send it myself, been through hell of entering benched Having to prove that I'm better before ever touching the field So I know from experience you won't grow with nothing to build That's why we're stuck in a still frame Who cares about who's the realest Who's rocking realest chain?! Who's pocket is spilling change?! Who's dropping the illest lyrics? (no.) Who's words you're really feeling (no.) Who's flow is the most appealing? (no,no.) The ceilings low nobody's standing to raise it without a challenge We're stagnant, when there's no talent to outshine, and no balance To keep it's about time that reach to a change Inspire each other to even if it means we're speaking their names And calling 'em out sometimes you gotta be the hero in a villains mask An arrow aiming at the throne, the narrow thinkers sit and laugh But who's the joke really on? silly pawns.. We can say to appreciate it, but you won't until it's gone Mr. Lamar, if I'm wrong and that song was only to flex You still lit a spark in this genre, for that you own the respect For that we owe you the debt and we'll pay it with change Not with the dollars, not gonna follow their ways with the same Pace, it's a race I'm dropping 'em all Maltese to the rot wilder Got leashes and shock collars no peace/piece for the shot callers They're calling it beef..I'm okay with that Cause they'll always try to make it that But they took our lane we just want to take it back Maybe that's how we can take his verse In every game, a little competition makes the players work So let's go [Outro: Alyssa Marie] This is hip hop You must have forgot that I got love for big shots and pop rap Corner freestylers, hobby rhymers, 'round the clock acts In life we can be cool, behind the mic is where that stops at This is my lane I'm sorry you ain't know that But you became my target once you drove past I'm not trying to take shots, I keep it peaceful Just don't take that as a weakness cause there's nothing I'm-a hold back