Joell Ortiz - Outta Control lyrics

[Verse 1] I ain't even gotta give this too much thought Joell Ortiz won every war that he ever fought This ain't no different I'm listening, you the king of New York? Lil 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 'till 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 man can spit Maybe that's why you left me out of that sh** Maybe that's why the Slaughterhouse ain't get dissed Or maybe I'm not on your radar You feel you ain't gotta acknowledge my clique Either way, I personal train this beat It gotta get ripped You rich rappers can't respond With all the dollars you get Gangsta rappers can't retaliate with hollows and clips And you fashion rappers wear The kind of jeans that hardly get zipped So zip it, I got this sh** Real hip hop in this b**h 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 never turn I'm immune to these rappers y'all calling sick I stomped the red carpet holding my dick And throw tomatoes at the podium For whack awards that y'all n***as get Then stand up and scream YAOWA then dip And smack a legend on the way out of that b**h Cause I don't big up the elite The elite can get it too, you all fit under my feet You all victims All chitlins when a n***a trying to eat I'll see to it Y'all missing like a whino n***a teeth Anybody can get it Old n***a, new n***a, him n***a, you n***a One n***a, two n***a, a few n***as I do n***as harm with these bars It was brave, you took a chance like a Monopoly cards Put that telly you trying to check in That property is ours Can't get a W on Broadway, I'm New York all day Yeah, that's where the boss stay You no hear that? Oh yay A hundred Ricans running at you chief like Okoye Last time in Compton I was kicking it with Jorge I rocked with some cons out west like the boy Ye But I don't claim king even though my name ring And I had China in the Bay, we call Beijing Rodeo [?] they telling you the same thing Chico be in Sacramento so much he can claim king But that's the west coast I'm from this coast I'll leave the king of LA to Dre, I was this close To stay at Aftermath, but lamped out like a Genie But Dre you such a gangster And [?] you're such a sweetie and guess what I'm a free agent again if y'all never need me But back to these bars, I'm hungry, This beat is gon' feed the needy Y'all looking like grannys ziti Zucchini out in Tahiti On Fiji with Erykah Badu's booty in a bikini Your main chick is a Precious, my side chick is a RiRi I f** her and take her out for fries in the panini I ain't a rap n***a, I'm a n***a that rap Before this - y'all saw the cipher I ain't bringing that back Why should I recycle bars when my mind is a flight to Mars? And any force I came across was like rhyming inside a star With the Universe on my back, your human version is wack I grab my extraterrestrial testicles when I rap And tell Earth s** it, tell the planet try it I turn this b**h into the Independence Day Without the lucky drunk pilot I love competition, constructing a composition Of destruction, put a [?] composition I'm Optimus Prime trucking your boulevard, just wishin' That a star screams so I can go on a bombing mission You set the bar high, I raised the bar higher You gon' learn though, inferno scorch a bonfire