Canción 'Album Of The Year (Freestyle)' interpretada por J.Cole

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ALBUM OF THE YEAR (FREESTYLE) es una canción de J.Cole que se estrenó el , este tema está incluido dentro del disco The Off-Season.


'Album Of The Year (Freestyle)'

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 ni*** 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, ni***, 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 around AC, the DC adaptors
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 f*** 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 ni*** 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