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J. Cole – Album of the Year (Freestyle) Lyrics




[Verse]
Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established
Guidelines that keep niggas inside of fabrics
Commissioned by the state, I skate by the masters
Like “Yoo-hoo” with a new-new ridin’ passenger
Shout out Oak Cliff, I’m ’bout to fly to Dallas
Decade from now I might just buy the Mavericks
What up, Mark Cuban?
I am only part human, half-man, half-amazing
Plus I’m good at math like I’m Asian
Hate to use stereotypes, but that’s light compared to what a nigga get from Caucasians
No race-baitin’—treat the beat like Playstation
Reporting to you live from the International Space Station
I probably vacation on Mars
The flow is out of this world and so is the bars
Blow the facade right off of your squad
Lil’ rappers, I love you, but you ain’t shit ’til you got offers in Prague
Look that shit up
A book, nigga, pick that shit up
Expand your vocab
I’m giving out toe tags for no cash
All summer long plus three seasons after
Please CC a rapper, tell him meet me
It’s absolutely imperative that my heat speak to rappers
The problem with this game is this weak sea of rappers
I’m the answer on the low, I’m a cheat sheet for rappers
I came up ’round AC to DC adapters
Plug talk, what I’m really sayin’ is a shame but my niggas move ‘caine like HBCU Kappas
Whole town full of CC Sabathias
You think niggas gettin’ fat pitchin’ crack?
Not really
This is not the eighties, don’t be silly
Now we push pills and sell heroin to Billy
Now Billy momma want the judge to pardon his addiction
How many black addicts that got caught up in the system
With no sob stories on your prime time television, I can smell a blatant contradiction
Man, listen
Don’t want to fuck up my vibe
Let’s end it on a positive note, come see me live
KOD, album of the year, undebatably
My cadence be the greatest we’ve seen since the late MC who’s name was The Notorious
Dreamville stacked like the Warriors
Winning back to back
Next up to bat is my nigga Bas
After that Jiddy-J.I.D
That’s that New York City kid plus ATL
Me, I’m from the ‘Ville but I know them towns well
Before I had a deal I was givin’ niggas hell
Now I’m givin’ niggas deals and they givin’ niggas hell




J. Cole – For Whom the Bell Tolls Lyrics




(Intro)
I see the, I see the
I see the, I see the
I see the rain pouring down
Before my very eyes
Should come as no surprise
I see the, I see the rain pouring down
Before my very eyes
Should come as no surprise

(Verse)
I’m searching and praying and hoping for something
I know I’m gon see it, I know that it’s coming
Lord, Lord
But what do you do when there’s no place to turn?
I have no one, I’m lonely, my bridges have burnt down
Lord, Lord
The bells getting loud, ain’t nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to go, put away my pride
Tired of feeling low even when I’m high
Ain’t no way to live, do I wanna die?
I don’t know, I don’t know
Bells getting loud, ain’t nowhere to hide
Got nowhere to go, put away my pride
Tired of feeling low even when I’m high
Ain’t no way to live, do I wanna die?
I don’t know, I don’t know

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(Outro)
Bells getting louder, louder
I see the rain pouring down


J. Cole – Immortal Lyrics


(Verse 1)
Now I was barely seventeen with a pocket full of hope
Screaming, dollar and a dream with my closet looking broke
And my ni**a’s looking clean, getting caught up with that dope
Have you ever served a fiend with a pocket full of soap?
Ni**a I can tell you things that you probably shouldn’t know
Have you ever heard the screams when the body hit the floor?
Flashbacks to the pain, waking up, cold sweats
Six o’clock in the morning, gotta hit the BowFlex
Get my weight up on the block, keep watch for the cops
God they love to serve a ni**a three hots and a cot
Nowadays crime pays like a part time job
And the drought got me praying for a Carl Thom vibe
Summer Rain come again
Numb the pain cause it’s hard for a felon
In my mind I been crying, know it’s wrong but I’m selling
Eyes welling up with tears
Thinking bout my ni**as dead in the dirt
Immortalized on this shirt

(Chorus)
Real ni**as don’t die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
For him at the plot
Real ni**as don’t die
For him on the block
Real ni**as don’t lie
For him in the plot
My ni**as don’t die
For him on the block
Real ni**as don’t die
For him on the block
Real ni**as don’t die
Real ni**as don’t die

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(Verse 2)
Have you ever seen a fiend cook crack on the spoon?
Have you ever seen a ni**a that was black on the moon?
Have you ever seen your brother go to prison as you cry?
Have you ever seen a motherf**king ribbon in the sky?
Nope, all I see is that cream ni**a, that green
I’m a black king, black jeans on my black queen
And her ass fat, too fat for a flat screen
I’m the type of ni**a make the whole f**king trap lean
Kingpin ni**a, put wings on a crack fiend
If they want a ni**a, they gon have to send a SWAT team
And I’m going out like Scarface in his last scene
A legend, what that mean?

(Chorus)
Real ni**as don’t die
Forward with the plot
One-Seven-Forty-Five
For him at the plot
Real ni**as don’t die
For him on the block
Real ni**as don’t lie
For him in the plot
My ni**as don’t die
For him on the block
Real ni**as don’t die
For him on the block
Real ni**as don’t die
Real ni**as don’t die

(Outro)
To die a young legend or live a long life unfulfilled
Cause you wanna change the world
But while alive you never will
Cause they only feel you after you gone, or I’ve been told
And now I’m caught between being heard and getting old
Damn, death creeping in my thoughts lately
My one wish in this bi**h make it quick if the Lord take me
I know nobody meant to live forever anyway
And so I hustle like my ni**as in Virginia
They telling ni**as sell dope, rap or go to NBA, in that order
It’s that sort of thinking that been keeping ni**as chained
At the bottom and hanged
The strangest fruit that you ever seen
Ripe with pain, listen