[00:00.000] 作词 : Jermaine Cole/Greg Dykes
[00:00.189] 作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Greg Dykes
[00:00.379][Intro: Jay-Z]
[00:01.110]There's a ***** right now somewhere
[00:02.495]He at the table with a bowl of Apple Jacks
[00:06.413]And he's reading the back of the cereal
[00:08.372]And in between eating the Apple Jacks he's writing some ****
[00:12.865]And he wants my spot
[00:15.060]I'mma find him though, I'mma sign him..
[00:19.135]I don't want no problems
[00:20.023][Verse 1: J. Cole]
[00:42.122]Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin' your mind
[00:46.067]Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designed
[00:49.019]Took my time, crept from behind
[00:51.735]And I opened up your blinds, rise and shine, Cole World
[00:55.471]Same ***** used to drive around with yo girl
[00:58.005]In my mama's Civic, now I'm out here tryna get it
[01:00.486]I ain't like you lame ass ******, boy I spit it how I live it
[01:03.308]So when you see me in the streets, man I ain't gotta mimic
[01:06.442]'Cause I ain't got an image to uphold, this real ****
[01:09.342]I ain't got a gimmick, I just flow, the ****** went nuts for
[01:12.816]The boy that set fire to the booth
[01:14.932]In a game full of liars, it turns out that I'm the truth
[01:17.780]Some say that rap's alive, it turns out that I'm the proof
[01:20.731]'Cause the ones y'all thought would save the day can't even tie my boots
[01:23.788]The ones y'all thought could hang with me can't even tie my noose
[01:26.400]Let these words be my bullets, *****, I don't rhyme, I shoot, bang!
[01:29.456][Hook]
[01:31.886]Before I wake
[01:33.218]I pray to the Lord, my soul to take
[01:40.193][Verse 2]
[01:40.611]Lord I been dreamin' bout the paper, get rich 'fore I see my life taper
[01:43.771]Hope my mama get to see Jamaica before she meet her maker
[01:46.932]I hoop was never good enough to ever be a Laker
[01:49.649]But these words I record got me ballin', Jordan
[01:52.575]More than a rapper this a natural disaster
[01:55.187]Boy, I'm meaner than Katrina mixed with Gina, "Shut up, Cole!"
[01:58.609]This is for my ****** back home, homes, what up, bo?
[02:01.482]This is for the ******* that played me, what up, ho?
[02:04.304]Nah I ain't mad, it's sad, you went from bad to real bad
[02:07.752]Two kids that don't even know their real dad
[02:10.103]Real sad, baby girl I wish you still had it
[02:12.637]Then maybe you could get a taste of livin' Villematic
[02:15.693]Is Cole still at it? Y'all be talkin' about the same ****
[02:18.593]That's how I feel about it, mama was a real addict
[02:21.309]That's why I don't respect that lyin' ass white **** you talkin'
[02:24.444]Cole's planning funerals, you might fit the coffin
[02:26.926][Hook]
[02:29.460]Before I wake
[02:30.818]I pray to the Lord, my soul to take
[02:38.054][Verse 3]
[02:39.099]Get on your job lil mane, this ain't Saturday
[02:42.390]We in two different lanes, you can't navigate
[02:45.264]We in two different games, you playin' patty cake
[02:48.294]Brother you're lame, you're Shane Battier
[02:50.749]You out of shape, my mind run a mile a minute
[02:53.701]The sky's the limit, I'm so high, I'm divin' in it
[02:56.731]My rides is tinted, my knob's gettin' slobbed up in it
[02:59.448]She hollerin' God, man you would've thought that God was in it
[03:02.740]But it's just a ***** God invented
[03:04.620]The best out, foolish pride'll make you not admit it
[03:07.520]But if this **** ain't fire *****, why you noddin' with it?
[03:10.472]The hate in your blood can't stop your soul from vibin' with it
[03:13.371]Now you all conflicted cause my flows is wicked
[03:16.611]And my hoes is thicker and all of yours is pickin' me
[03:18.909]Cause they know a star when they see a star, *****
[03:22.279]Ain't even got to **** him to know he a raw *****
[03:25.153]I got her in my bedroom, but cheer up, *****
[03:27.974]You saved so many hoes, you a hero, *****!
[03:31.239]Medal of honor, I'm feelin' on top like Pac
[03:34.139]When he slept with Madonna, hey, this is death before dishonor
[03:37.430]Get arrested and forget to tell my mama
[03:39.442]She got enough to stress about, my ****** gonna get me out
[03:42.628]Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors
[03:45.293]No criminal record but I'm makin' criminal records
[03:48.349]Isn't it ironic? Isn't it iconic?
[03:51.301]Jacket so expensive you wouldn't even try on it
[03:54.305]But it fit me perfect, I purchase it if I want it
[03:56.944]The city on my shoulder, so no girl, you can't cry on it
[03:59.843]When you make a list of the greatest aye, am I on it?
[04:02.691]Maybe not yet but ***** I got the clock set
[04:05.277]It goes tick-tock, game on lock
[04:08.411]Son gon' shine but the reign won't stop, oh no
[04:11.781][Outro]
[04:23.797]If I should die before I wake
[04:26.593]I pray to the Lord my soul to take
[04:29.414]My soul to take, my soul to take

作词 : Jermaine Cole/Greg Dykes
作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Greg Dykes
There's a ***** right now somewhere
He at the table with a bowl of Apple Jacks
And he's reading the back of the cereal
And in between eating the Apple Jacks he's writing some ****
And he wants my spot
I'mma find him though, I'mma sign him..
I don't want no problems
Like we always do at this time, Cole blowin' your mind
Hey dummy, this no accident, all of this was designed
Took my time, crept from behind
And I opened up your blinds, rise and shine, Cole World
Same ***** used to drive around with yo girl
In my mama's Civic, now I'm out here tryna get it
I ain't like you lame ass ******, boy I spit it how I live it
So when you see me in the streets, man I ain't gotta mimic
'Cause I ain't got an image to uphold, this real ****
I ain't got a gimmick, I just flow, the ****** went nuts for
The boy that set fire to the booth
In a game full of liars, it turns out that I'm the truth
Some say that rap's alive, it turns out that I'm the proof
'Cause the ones y'all thought would save the day can't even tie my boots
The ones y'all thought could hang with me can't even tie my noose
Let these words be my bullets, *****, I don't rhyme, I shoot, bang!
Before I wake
I pray to the Lord, my soul to take
Lord I been dreamin' bout the paper, get rich 'fore I see my life taper
Hope my mama get to see Jamaica before she meet her maker
I hoop was never good enough to ever be a Laker
But these words I record got me ballin', Jordan
More than a rapper this a natural disaster
Boy, I'm meaner than Katrina mixed with Gina, "Shut up, Cole!"
This is for my ****** back home, homes, what up, bo?
This is for the ******* that played me, what up, ho?
Nah I ain't mad, it's sad, you went from bad to real bad
Two kids that don't even know their real dad
Real sad, baby girl I wish you still had it
Then maybe you could get a taste of livin' Villematic
Is Cole still at it? Y'all be talkin' about the same ****
That's how I feel about it, mama was a real addict
That's why I don't respect that lyin' ass white **** you talkin'
Cole's planning funerals, you might fit the coffin
Before I wake
I pray to the Lord, my soul to take
Get on your job lil mane, this ain't Saturday
We in two different lanes, you can't navigate
We in two different games, you playin' patty cake
Brother you're lame, you're Shane Battier
You out of shape, my mind run a mile a minute
The sky's the limit, I'm so high, I'm divin' in it
My rides is tinted, my knob's gettin' slobbed up in it
She hollerin' God, man you would've thought that God was in it
But it's just a ***** God invented
The best out, foolish pride'll make you not admit it
But if this **** ain't fire *****, why you noddin' with it?
The hate in your blood can't stop your soul from vibin' with it
Now you all conflicted cause my flows is wicked
And my hoes is thicker and all of yours is pickin' me
Cause they know a star when they see a star, *****
Ain't even got to **** him to know he a raw *****
I got her in my bedroom, but cheer up, *****
You saved so many hoes, you a hero, *****!
Medal of honor, I'm feelin' on top like Pac
When he slept with Madonna, hey, this is death before dishonor
Get arrested and forget to tell my mama
She got enough to stress about, my ****** gonna get me out
Then we hit the club with the thugs and the liquors
No criminal record but I'm makin' criminal records
Isn't it ironic? Isn't it iconic?
Jacket so expensive you wouldn't even try on it
But it fit me perfect, I purchase it if I want it
The city on my shoulder, so no girl, you can't cry on it
When you make a list of the greatest aye, am I on it?
Maybe not yet but ***** I got the clock set
It goes tick-tock, game on lock
Son gon' shine but the reign won't stop, oh no
If I should die before I wake
I pray to the Lord my soul to take
My soul to take, my soul to take