Phil Good - Remote control (Kendrick lamar retort) lyrics

Verse(1) I'm this generations general jumping into volcanoes Showing no fear of fire, I'm firing at an angle Building up all these halos Shooting straight for the stars, cause stars shooting at me Meteor showers causing these cowards to f**ing flee Wishing upon a star for my d**h they want me deceased I'm gunning your galaxy, Galactus is so beneath Dead bodies all in the streets, My tummy's filling with glee Top of the food chain, nah n***a im at the peak Feasting on falling soldiers, who tried to run no composure They posers posing as posies, While im arriving as weed Posted inside your Eden and eating at all your eves Ev-e-ning Mr. Rogers i realize your on my team Sniping these motherf**ers who wanna go AWOL With bullets bills that be bigger than chinamans great wall Corner you and your pockets you playing the 8-ball Decipher words of disciples and siphon em to a cipher HOUSTON STAND UP!! Verse(2) Flow is miscellaneous and it's fitted for craniums And it's crashing down like a comet your conscious is caving in To much knowledge is dangerous at least for the higher ups They'll poison your food supply and that steak that your frying up But enough of this conscious sh** im digging the positive but Back to flowing with demons we changing its time to shift The devil was down in Georgia, talking back how he flowed I cut his f**ing tongue out and then told him im in control n***a im the commode commander with stars of gold Words could bail the U.S out of any currency hold And still have enough to make rain over Detroit Now im admiral in gold fleece my troops are being deployed Was born in 92 so im to accustomed to tarus A bull in a china shop is tutorial of my roaring You're coming up short like the arms of tyrannosaurus Mr malevolent mind,emcee nah devil disguised leading a revolution And causing the rebels to rise rappers be pedaling rhymes Phil goods a A felon in crime* phantom from hell and its time Houston stand up. I don't sip syrup mother f**er i shell it! Pump it like gas inside of you n***as bellys Verse(3) Elimination is handkerchief when the lead cries Bedstuy, Compton stomp to till you fled chi Bled lines, Phil Good? Nah Phil bad I peel a** and my saliva drip with acid, alumni, Illuminati i make you caskets Irrelevant, eradicate you to, nastradumus I'll step inside your booth so get ready to box Muhammad Animated a**es your wifeys to dog gromit I sign language to make you n***as go mute Throw em up like vomit and drown you in it you won't recoup Now gaze inside the eyes of a kratos that had the courage To give the devil demise of his speech and yes every word Than swallow tongue and play the role of serpent Entice you with album apple the knowledge you gain is very worth it Born January 4th im Capricorn, you n***as lack the form While im in control like the remote I'll show you that your poems padawon, You better saddle on Cause you're riding my sign and it's the G.O.A.T I'll drown you're a** in syrup so the ride'll start slow But my capital is energy flow might f**ing explode I'm nas and Michael Jordan sk** combined Best of both worlds i handle the basketball just like i handle rhymes That's perfect balance im merking talent so stand in line