THEBODYSESSIONS EP. 1: LAUDER FREESTYLE w/MELOTWENNYTWO lyrics
by J. Cole
[Verse]
Okay, I told rap n*ggas I was sick as a b*tch
They ain't believe it, ain't nobody sicker than this
I'm pistol whipping ya chick with my platinum di*k
I'm gifted, walking on water, you slipping on p*ss
n*gga I'm flipping the script, hitting the switch, hit em with this
Hit or a miss, I kill it with a flick of the wrist
Been in it since the internet had little effect
Adrenaline was kicking in and sh*t was getting intense, hold up
Above par, a large part of the parcel
Park your mouth 'fore you get it parked in a hospital
Or right next to a parked Benz, or a park bench, uhh
Alliteration is far fetched
I gotta pour me a tall glass
And murder a session, them n*ggas hoping I fall back
Did for a second and I forgot I was all that
Wait a minute
Why's everybody in all black?
I'm having - visions of me and my n*ggas just killing it
It's vivid, I'm feeling like we in the middle of everything they feeling it
And we drilling it, into the system
You n*ggas listening?
Hop in the booth, will I make a killing?
Will I be relevant or underrated until I quit it?
Will I rise above all the limits?
And show the critics that killing is a given for me
The talent given to me is limitless, admittedly
One of the realest, the metaphysical epitome of excellence
Depicted in a sense that eases residents
I've embraced the melanin I've been given to live with
And in a sense I am livid my people have not been lifted
Look, I think you getting too deep n*gga
They been sleeping on us counting sheep n*gga
Know how many times that I ain't sleep in those high school weeks n*gga?
Don't you ever call me weak n*gga