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Are you not entertained?

Just when people were starting to give up on hip-hop, Big Sean delivers a massive bonus track to Hot 97’s Funkmaster Flex titled “Control (HOF)” featuring Kendrick Lamar and Jay Electronica.

Due to clearance issues from a sample, “Control (HOF)” didn’t make Sean’s forthcoming album, but it’s seven minutes of straight rhyming.

Although the track is Big Sean’s record, Compton rapper Kendrick Lamar steals the spotlight from the Detroit rapper and the ever-elusive Jay Electronica.

Kendrick Lamar spits:

“And I ain’t rockin no more designer shit

White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes anonymous

I’m usually homeboys with the same n*ggas I’m rhymin’ wit

But this is hip hop and them niggas 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*ggas

Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you n*ggas

They don’t wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you n*ggas”

Isn’t this hip-hop sh*t exciting? Big Sean’s forthcoming sophomore album, Hall of Fame, is due out August 27.

Take a listen to Sean’s bonus track down under and let us know what you think of everyone’s verses below.

And, as a bonus, Kendrick’s FULL verse:

Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit

So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this shit

So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this bitch

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 fuck y’all thought it’s supposed to be?

If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin’ me

I’m un-coachable, I’m unsociable Fuck y’all clubs,

Fuck y’all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts

Gobble dick up ’til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt

This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch

I’ve seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons

Molly’s a prolly turn these niggas to fuckin’ Lindsay Lohan

A bunch of rich ass white girls lookin’ for parties

Playin with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give ‘em the car key

Judge me ’til the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney

You called me a black Beetle, I’m either that or a Marley

(I don’t smoke crack motherfucker 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? Bitch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me

Bitch I put one on yours, I’m Sean Connery

James Bonding with none of you niggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me

And I’m gon 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 be in great debates all the time

Bout who’s the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas

Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of yall?

New niggas just new niggas, don’t get involved

And I ain’t rockin no more designer shit

White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes anonymous

I’m usually homeboys with the same niggas I’m rhymin wit

But this is hip hop and them niggas should know what time it is

And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale

Pusha T, Meek Mills, A$AP Rocky, Drake

Big Sean, Jay electron’, Tyler, Mac Miller

I got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you niggas

Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas

They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas

What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar high

Who tryna jump and get it? You all better off tryna skydive

Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grand

With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as fuck tryna land

With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg

Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit 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 dread