(I wrote this, but I can't rap at all. I'd love for someone to rap this over the big sean's 'control' beat. you can do it for free and i wouldn't mind if you changed it a little. would just like to hear it done by someone. anyway, i hope you enjoy. p.s. this bracket is not part of the rap)

I'm catching you niggas up like it was a police chase

I'm the green giant, the most defiant start like lower case

I'm on top of you niggas like your just pictures I needed to trace

You're a disgrace

Like throwing your fastest frisbee to first place

Incase you didn't know I leave you niggas in debt

I'm the fucking bank of rap so hand me your fucking payment checks

I'm catching all you niggas up like "I need a bigger net"

And I smoke so much weed like "I need a bigger net"

Uh

Grab your hard hats and safety jackets

I'm coming through to pack you niggas inside of your fucking caskets

I steal lyrics from shipments of old cryptics, I cracked it

I walked the road, I didn't pave the way for you niggas i plaqued it

I'm meaner than an army of hurled bricks

Light showers predicted

Lets see who gets inflicted

You can't over take me, this murder scene is restricted

I'm the root of all evil, call me two five point eight 0 six, yes

Hotter then Flannery and Blaine sex tape

Hard on your ears like a 3rd grade violin scrape

I dont drop bombs I throw them out the planes fire escape

Look in the sky, stick your tongue out kids, see how the rain tastes

Pass me the mic let me kill it nigga

Then pass me the pot, let me skill it nigga

Must be a spot for the illest nigga

If there is let me fill it nigga

You think your flow clean? let me kill and then distill it nigga!

Hey Mom, look what I just got

It's a home-made chemistry set I bought from a guy in the parking lot

Filled with beakers, bongs and needle eyes

Hoping to die high next to Bill Nye the science guy

Huh, give me a fact about an element

I know that gold is something you can find in my settlements

I rap with better words so I'm different for my elegance

And I spit mad flows like I'm bathing with some elephants

You raised the bar high? now watch it shrink

I raised the bar higher like god himself needed a drink

Or a trapeze artist who doesn't give a fuck if he sinks

Or i made the font bigger so there's more when I print

I raised it like I was broke and I'm giving my kid some hope for a better life then smoking and shooting cocaine with his friends

With workin' at unpopular brands and serenade bands

Any fucking job, I'll give you a hand with your lemonade stand

For some money to provide him with food and finer things

For a better life, with a car, house and an expensive wedding ring

Because right now right now the only the thing he is used to receiving is hand-me-down clothes and the regular schoolyard beatings

With screeching and preachings from hateful mobs of kids better off

Teaching him being poor isn't something he should be proud of

He comes home crying, I say "be calm, I've got a couple small jobs"

"Working 2 string jobs? we can even afford shoe strings Mom!"

He puts his head on my chest, sighs and cries from being depressed

He wants to run away and leave all his demons at rest

I tell him for the rest of my life I'm going to try my best with my life, invest all my time in making sure he never feels oppressed

I'mma get a job job and work hard that even my boss is impressed

Make sure you get better meals and appear well dressed

And I confess that it won't be as easy as I say, but making a brighter future is how rap is meant to be raised, nigga

I should be praised nigga