Joe Budden Spits Remix Over "Control" Track [LYRICS & AUDIO]

And Slaughterhouse wins yet again.

Check out Joe Budden's "Lost Control" lyrics below:

Soul of a 70's number man, I can throw a curve underhand This for the streets, not Summer Jam This ain't for the fans that wanna hear pop and snap Drunk off Ciroc and the Yak, all y'all can watch from the back This ain't for self proclaimed legends that nobody wanna hear from Scared? get a gun, come to peers, I got none This ain't for bandwagon fans sit y'all asses in the same spot Y'all the same niggas made Trinidad Jame$ hot This ain't to Kendrick Lamar, the nigga Kendrick got bars I heard his shit and wasn't offended at all And as it played I heard him say I wasn't mentioned with y'all Joell started it, only right I finish the job So all that shit is revocable, from an overview Only thing noticeable is how he barely gave me any quotables I state facts, not to say it's wack but check the playback Outrhyming A$AP ain't showing me where your weight at I'm on my shit today, you the king of New York You might as well had spit on Biggie's grave, couldn't let that slip away I'm in the court of public opinion, ready to click and spray Light Jay Elec ass up, that's my Exhibit A Bitch kill my vibe is what you wanna get into Drown em all in a swimming pool, full of phlegm and drool You renting jewels what's with all the fascination? So when I ask you 'bout it that's my cross examination This a scrimmage to me, all these blemished MC's Infamously it's about image I see But if it's bars, not about bread, to hell with the wealth Put you inside of the bullet, just to see a shell of yourself I mean uh, since rap has been accessible, they action been regrettable This is what the net'll do Chick sending message to tricks ain't get to see 'em They ain't even artists and they get paid per diem We talking bars, then this whole conversation changed Fuck all the subliminals now nigga saying names Some of these OG's I laugh at, y'all don't know me to half ass To me it's just one Joey that's bad ass King of New York, my nigga stop it 5 Keep it funky Drake washed you twice Tell me Tyler that fire with saliva? I reply don't bring a lie around Run up on Meek with the silencer, nigga quiet down Then ride off with his intro playing Cause I get hype to that shit dog I ride to that shit With nightmares, I wanna be at the root of em with the mag off Know he love Philly so I'm leavin' him with Black Thoughts You talking bars niggas better get help They put they guts all on the track, still they never get felt Lot of lower tier rappers tryna rep for they belt Nigga it's levels to this, dog you said it yourself But check it, when it comes to control, I might have lost a bit Law abiding citizen style I'm coming for all of it Running in your studio engineer that recorded it Yes men that supported it, any blog that reported it Any artist he tour with, snuff whoever bought the shit Whoever thought of it, his mentor whoever taught him it Interrupt with a sneeze, hiccup, fart, even cough or lick If I got it twisted you coming to contort the shit But the irony, y'all all inspire me Y'all in a spot a lot of us aspire to be We just striving my G, tip my hat so y'all know it's real Fuck whoever mad, you said how we all suppose to feel I know the game, some'll try to get amped You push the envelope, some of us provided the stamp Predecessors wrote the letter, others sealed it shut Some was nice without the percs, before Amil got touched It's Hip Hop, should blame on the mic these niggas hands on Shades that they wear in the club, couches they stand on You mixed credibility with dead ability Raise the bar like you on par with this level of agility Old UNLV Runnin' Rebel artillery, with Augmon at the 2 What sparring y'all wanna do? Get to arguing with a Spartan, play it cool I heard them alien voices, I'll knock the martian up outta dude Separate the beast from the timid, it's hip hop Fuck if your car is lease or rented, at least you in it Foaming at the lips, looking like the yeast in women Don't be facetious most of y'all been a feast from the beginning This is for B.I.G., Suicidal Thoughts, Coogi printed This for Nas, army jacket with the uzi in it Not no Shiny Suit shit, this that 92 Knicks This for Hov's missing 92 bricks For State Prop and Beans, to when the L.O.X. first burst on the scene For Queens, Pac and even Idi Amin This for the Mobb and the purple tape, word to Inspectah Deck This ain't for the labels nah, Wu said protect ya' neck This ain't a diss, I don't want it to get spun wrong And this for Big L, the block that Joe found Pun on This shit is for Stack, I ain't talking a G Nigga I'm talking a G!! My nigga talking on me This is for every living rapper ever walked in these streets And any outsider that happen to think that a portion is sweet Niggas been killed for less and got a coffin for free If you ever been in the hood, I think we all should agree This for every nigga that took what you said in stride I couldn't abide, some of us still take pride, check it Limbs'll get crushed, hip hop's adrenaline rush Men'll get touched, so if you feminine hush Project benches I trust, came from syringes and dust So who you named shouldn't be mentioned with us But wait, at least half of em', other half rapped around Dual clips that wrap around, gather every rapper 'round See what happen when niggas try to go toe to toe This what happen when you let a blood bath overflow Used to do lines, how could they wanna go blow for blow I could overdose and still drag you niggas comatose This is lightweight, put the bucks up Cause if we talking bars lot of y'all should shut the fuck up This is lightweight, put the bucks up If we talking bars lot of y'all should shut the fuck up