J. Cole — Hot 97 Freestyle on Flex 05/03/10

[Intro] Hey, the funkmaster flex is coming I told myself I'd say that Hey, hey look [Verse 1: Ice Cream beat] Wake up, cuz gotta get your cake up Its falling from trees like leaves I'm bout to rake up Man if you ain't hungry than thats just More bread for me to bake up Man if you ain't hungry man I'm trynna Get my cake up Look at the time, how could you think Your shit is sicker than mine Ask your homie as your girl ask your Nigga then rhyme This is andre mixed with Kanye mixed with Jigga then Nas Couldn't name a bug with a buzz bigger than mine Man I'm damn new homeless how Im picking up dimes But nevermind that, look how I'm bringing these clever lines back Nigga you whack, shoulda fired whoever signed that Cole introduced you to death, you kept in contact Jealous niggas, how many chances y'all blew? How many times you been new? All them advances y'all blew Now you see me on the rise and throw a tantrum or two Like "Dog i'm iller than him." Nigga im cancer than you You barely catching the flu, now who is you? Dead summer, you bout to tell a couple niggas lose your number Cause Cole world coming, later for them bench warmers Bitch I get covers you don't even get covered No more stunting like kenevil though, I ain't evil even though The flow is hella hot my pot is steaming for a reason hoe Hiroshima flow, napalm, used to pray to god that funk flex Would drop A-Bomb, man Now he dropping like eight bombs Anything possible, skinny jeans not a go Raps go so deep they begin to seem nautical Grade A, straight A, nigga go check the honor roll Boy, hey lemme still get Can I still get it flex? Hey (On you) Hey (On you on you) Hey (HOT 97) [Verse 2] I got a Chip on my shoulder the size of a golden nugget The industry overlooked me for that I'll be holding grudges Wouldn't take a chance on me suddenly its oh you love it Lets get a Cole feature, thats gon put you over budget now Picture being broke without no pot to piss in and Suddenly your idols is your competition Used to be like god to me, slowly losing my religion as These notes from my composition turn to compositions then Put it out and let the world sing (Yo hol' up hol' up hol' up) We had dreams just to make it up the flagpole Just to find out that your heroes was some assholes, Y'all don't feel me Man look, hey y'all don't feel me (Lets get another one flex) Hey y'all don't feel me (I told you he was gonna do something else, lets get to something else, lets get to something else?) Yes sir, whatchu got? Hey, hey, hey, uh, uh (Chuckles) [Verse 3: Blow tha Whistle beat] Yeah, hey, New York (Oh my goodness, arrgh! arrgh!) Hey, man, feast your eyes on a real nigga Could never say it too much, im a ville nigga, (NICE) Permission slips, if you wish I could field trip ya Oh yeah you ill, while I heal, would you gill quicker Told my brother when I get a little bigger Imma whoop your ass (Ha Ha!) School of hard knocks, only outings with the class So just in case a nigga trynna pull a fast one When it come to these hoes, Im trynna pull a fast one So when it come to questions she don't even ask none I don't even remember the name of the last one Wasn't this easy when a nigga didn't have nothing Could't catch a break, now a nigga need a Full body cast, throwing rappers into a body-bag I do it just for kicks like I'm in karate class Nigga mind on money stress, like he took pilates class Cole finna blow with his old snotty, ass (Blow the whistle?) Blow the whistle! (You know what is is, hot 97 Funk Flex J Cole) Man blow the whistle (You want another one?) Man whatever you got man, dog i'm ready for whatever (Let's go let's go let's go) [Verse 4] Hey, hey, hey, hey Yeah, yeah, man, look ok Now that I'm blowing up, they money is slowing up Them older hoes I used to know say "Oh you blowin up? I remember when you was that tall" Ok now girl I'm this tall And I'm ballin, I'm Chris Paul, they can't guard, and my whip dog Look y'all, to my old hoes I miss y'all, how could I ever diss y'all Hold but never kid yall, uh, I need someone who's gone be my baby Not someone saying "What have you done for me lately?" I took you out, I dug you out but oh that ain't enough? You want my mind, you want my time but that ain't whats up Time is money I can't afford that now, but girl you got the best range And a smart ass mouth, So come here (BLOW THA WHISTLE!) I really mean this, something like a genius Ass so good, would have thought you made the deans list Man we got it Flex, thats all they get boy (Ah, just, just curse who cares!) Ha hah ha ha ha (Just curse who cares!) Ahhhhhhhh (Wait a minute, wait a minute)