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J Cole - Glistening Freestyle Lyrics

[Freestyle - Toumi]
Four six twenty seventeen
The day the fingers hit the keys that are typing the rap you hear
I promise it'll also be the day the day this shit's released
I'm bout to go back to So Amazing and bruh, that shit is deep
I remember the day I decided to induct myself into the list of scribes that write a song where they die at the end
Two sessions, took nearly a full year to complete but I did it and now I'm about to go do it again. I hear

Made rappers trying to say that the new wave are too depressing who came up from an indie label, that's word to Jarren Benton
Nigga, you pushin' 40 with your eyes wide shut
I got love for you still but that's why the game is fucked

This ain't simply a test of Lyrics, flow and partners
I measure a person's worth by the depth of their hardship

That's word of Slug and a word I'm holding close to my heart
Next slug to whisper in my ear'll surely stop my hard working brain sending signals to the organ that propells love through my veins coz I'm
Sick of the pain

Sick of saying the next watershed to hit my page'll be blood
I ain't a Liar or a fighter, I was raised to be good. Yea
By two parents that love me and I don't wanna isolate anyone who ain't as lucky
But what can I say right now my world's beyond awkward. I'm fallin', I've fallen, I'm literally bawlin

And what is it that's gotten me this way?
Cherchez La Femme. But you won't find it in me. Simimarly, you'll never find me in that again
Time for the breakup tradition of getting yourself checked *spit*
Too much Venom in my blood so I spit it out and that's for your own good. We both know how this'd end if I aired it out on Facebook so finally I digress
Is it wrong have me to have mercy for the merciless?
It looks like my Dad's about to diagnosed with cancer
I've had to write this rap in one day just to give my fans a little something to make good on that last status. Got another tune to drop and I know it'll anger racists

And I ain't talkin' bout the faggots who were laughed out of my city for the third year runnin yesterday, tails between their legs
Bitch ass people. Fake ass "men" I won't miss your little "March" you ever try that again

Na, I'm talkin' bout the powers that be. Believe, I'm praying for london. I ain't religious but you see how it might look to a guy who's postered up in MI5, Failing to protect my country that a nigga has gone and dropped lines bout his first album being a bomb and twisting it back Next thing you know, I got 6 warning shots in my back

That's the plight of a true Master of Ceremonies. Eight years drumming experience, that's how I learned to spit in time before I even smelled a mic. But this is where I feel comfortable, it's what I like

But in case you can't tell, I'm finding little to comfort me right now, so comfort me right now. Retail therapy, how?

I can't even fall back on my friends this time. Like the real ones that messaged me when I published "I'm Fine"

Real niggas show their true colours all too quickly when they see that you're going all through a struggle
So please stay the fuck out of my bubble

There's a reason why a lot of my songs aren't easy listening
My pen game's at my best when these eyelashes are glistening

Toumi