J. Cole — Back to the Topic Freestyle

[Intro] Yeah, nigga I'ma go ahead and murder this shit Voice gone and shit, I think it's gon' make it sound a lil' A lil' ill, just a lil' iller Yeah, Fayettenam, nigga, yeah [Verse] Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high You can pick apart my raps, I ain’t told ya nan lie My world a little darker like a fuckin' tan line Go on look for a better nigga, girl you can’t find Fine young man with an old man mind No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind Aw, no ma'am, I’m an old land mine I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time Now I’m armed and I’m, Fayettenam’s finest Carolina’s savior, marijuana blazer Only on occasion 'cause my mind be racin' Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian Thinking how these rap niggas gotta be fakin' Whole style obviously copied, pasted Plagiarized swag, may arrive last But when it’s all said and done, I’ma be ahead of them Way that I describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine What that I be fly, I be higher than the Jet-a-sons Moving on up, nigga higher than the Jeffersons All about the Benjamins, bad chicks, send 'em in Basic hoes, toss 'em out, can’t even get Waffle House Hatin’ niggas, chalk 'em out, go on, get the coffin out What you talking about, lil man? My shit here burning, you not even lil’ tan I’m ill enough to kill cancer, baby, I’m chemo Down in Miami and I'm throwed like Marino Get a whole lot of you know and she bald like an Eagle No, not on top but down there She say she want to hop on top, girl, I don’t care You better get yours 'fore I reach mine cause then I’m throwing peace signs If you a freak, I can take you to your peak Girl, I do it to the maximum, Nissan And I hope you a believer I’m quarterbacking, tryna get you open like receivers Far from an overnight achiever Cole is like the leader of the new niggas To tell the truth, I’m only fucking with a few niggas If that, the rest of y'all niggas get lapped I sit back and reflect on the rap game, I came from out of nowhere Nigga, I swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare Got niggas shouting out the 'Ville, "I gotta go there” Boy don’t you know you get shot over there? I say my prayers 'cause this life ain’t fair A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there Yeah late at night, when I got the phone call and made a right But my crib was straight ahead, shawty gave me head Hit it then I quit it ‘fore she even made the bed Damn I’m no good, but damn it’s so good I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would Something like Rihanna while I’m up in that V-gina Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer I could give a fuck long as there’s something that’s behind of her Got the type of bumper make a dog wanna hump Back to the topic, actually forgot it Hoes, money, I’m the shit, oh yeah, I’m reminded The way I put the words together, cleverly align 'em These other rap niggas should never be a problem [Outro] And I’m ghost, nigga, yeah Let me hear that, woo!