Iman Shumpert et LeBron James répondent à Kendrick Lamar !

Kendrick Lamar déchaîne les foules depuis hier et LeBron James et Iman Shumpert ont chacun répondu à leur manière au couplet du rappeur dans le morceau "Control".

Iman Shumpert et LeBron James répondent à Kendrick Lamar !
Kendrick Lamar a fait le buzz outre-Atlantique pour son couplet dans le morceau "Control" de Big Sean, dans lequel il cite notamment Phil Jackson. Surtout, le rappeur originaire de Compton, qui mentionne plusieurs personnalités et rappeurs, et affirme en gros qu'il est l'un des rois du rap game en se mettant directement dans la catégorie de "Jigga and Nas, Eminem, Andre 3000" (voir les paroles plus bas). Depuis que Big Sean a sorti le morceau, le couplet de Kendrick Lamar n'en finit plus de faire parler sur la toile. Phil Jackson a d'ailleurs réagi, avec sa classe habituelle. Visiblement, le son a beaucoup plu à LeBron James qui s'est empressé de le faire savoir sur son compte Twitter : En revanche, le joueur-rappeur des New York Knicks, Iman Shumpert, a lui aussi répliqué aux lyrics de Kendrick Lamar via son nouveau son, intitulé "Dear Kendrick" (cher Kendrick). [youtube hd="0"]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PNIX0b5Pai4[/youtube] A noter qu'Iman Shumpert en a profité pour témoigner son respect envers Phil Jackson...

Control - Big Sean feat. Kendrick Lamar & Jay Electronica :

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Les lyrics du passage de Kendrick Lamar :

Miscellaneous minds are never explainin’ their minds Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond Peddlin’ sin, thinkin’ maybe when you get old you realize I’m not gonna fold or demise (I don’t smoke crack, motherf–ker I sell it!) B—h, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc Don’t pop me no f–king pill, I’mma a pop you and give you this Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this s–t So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this s–t So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this b—h 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 important like the pope, I’m a muslim on pork I’m Makaveli’s offspring, I’m the king of New York King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both The juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokes Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces Cartier bracelets for my women friends I’m in Vegas Who the f–k y’all thought it’s supposed to be? If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin’ me I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable F–k y’all clubs, f–k y’all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these n–s Gobble d–k up ’til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch I’ve seen n—-s transform like villain Decepticons Mollies’ll prolly turn these n—-s to f–kin’ Lindsay Lohan A bunch of rich a– white girls lookin’ for parties Playin with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give ‘em the car key Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney You called me a black Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley (I don’t smoke crack motherf–ker I sell it) 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? B—h I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me B—h I put one on yours, I’m Sean Connery James Bonding with none of you n—-s, climbing 100 mil in front of me And I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the way And if you’re in it, better run for Pete’s sake I heard the barbershops spittin’ great debates all the time Bout who’s the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas, Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y’all New n—-s just new n—-s, don’t get involved And I ain’t rockin no more designer s–t White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes anonymous I’m usually homeboys with the same n—-s I’m rhymin’ wit But this is hip hop and them n—-s should know what time it is And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake Big Sean, Jay Electron’, Tyler, Mac Miller I got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you n—-s Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you n—-s They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you n—-s What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar high Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grand With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as f–k tryna land With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the s–t that pops in his head Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a thread