Kendrick Lamar played more minutes than any other artist at summer festivals
By Josh Sanchez
Hip hop artist Kendrick Lamar set the Internet on fire and put everyone in the rap game on blast with his verse on Big Sean’s “Control (HOF)”, but that is not the only way that Lamar is standing out from the rest.
Following up his “good kid, mAAd city,” Lamar hit the stages all summer long at a number of music festivals and tours.
According to a report from Songkick (via NME), Kendrick Lamar was on the stage so much that he ended up logging more performance minutes than any other artist or band throughout the summer.
The Compton rapper logged more than 2760 minutes — or 46 hours — while performing during the summer. Luckily he found time to drop his verse on Control.
If you somehow missed Lamar’s verse on “Control” you can catch the full lyrics below:
"Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shitSo many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam on this shitSo many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitchOne at a time, I line em up and bomb on they mom while she watching the kidsI’m in a destruction mode if the gold existsI’m important like the Pope, I’m a Muslim on porkI’m Makaveli’s offspring, I’m the king of New YorkKing of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them bothThe juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokesLive in the basement, church pews and funeral facesCartier bracelets for my women friends, I’m in VegasWho the f— y’all thought it’s supposed to be?If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin’ meI’m uncoachable, I’m unsociableFuck y’all clubs, f— y’all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nutsGobble dick up til you hiccup, my big homie KuruptThis the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch (Russ x6)I’ve seen n—– transform like villain DecepticonsMollies’ll prolly turn these niggas to f—ing Lindsay LohanA bunch of rich ass white girls looking for partiesPlaying with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give em the car keyJudgment to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartneyYou called me a black Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley(I don’t smoke crack motherf—– I sell it)I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of ElvisI’m aimin’ straight for your pelvis, you can’t stomach meYou plan on stumpin’ me? Bitch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on meBitch I put one on yours, I’m Sean ConneryJames Bonding with none of you n—–, climbing 100 mil in front of meAnd I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the wayAnd if you’re in it, better run for Pete’s sakeI heard the barbershops be in great debates all the timeBout who’s the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and NasEminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y’allNew n—– just new n—–, don’t get involvedAnd I ain’t rockin no more designer shitWhite T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes anonymousI’m usually homeboys with the same niggas I’m rhymin’ withBut this is hip-hop and them niggas should know what time it isAnd that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, WalePusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, DrakeBig Sean, Jay Electron’, Tyler, Mac MillerI got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you n—–Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you n—–They don’t wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you n—–What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar highWho tryna jump and get it? You’re better off tryna skydiveOut the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grandWith your granddad as the pilot he drunk as f— tryna landWith the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic legBumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his headIs an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess saidThat your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dreadWest Coast"