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J Cole - Behind Bars Pt 4 J Cole Edition Lyrics

[Part 1: Love Yourz]

Journey wit me, won’t ya come searchin’ wit me?
Cross the bridges if you with it, or come burn ‘em wit me
If you don’t find a place beside us, please turn against me
I’m ‘bout to take a life turn, swervin’ permanently
I let the rap addiction inspirit a Catholic Christian
The addict don’t got it all up here, it appears
But no fear, I’ll do this after death and visit you as apparition
Eternal melodies, and that’s the mission
Never catch me slippin’, I found a lake to fish in
Dismiss the fake who livin’, I cast ‘em out
And tell ‘em they should keep it real - great decision
See, I’m just tryna fly my message out to ya’ll like a faithful pigeon
Baby, listen. We’re put here to make a difference
And I just stay wishin’, that I was Gandalf the Grey wit wisdom
You really gotta stop adherin’ to the shady system
Those dollar signs in your eyes gave you jaded vision
But me, I save and spit, this what I do for recreation
Slash soul restoration, Debit savings
I let the record play while the teller counts
Rather have you check the bounce than have to hear your check has bounced

[Part 2: Fire Squad]

Switch to cast the thrall, I’m the master, after all
Words splash like cannonballs, minds turn to applesauce
Sweeter than a Macintosh, talkin’ like a jabberjaw
Goin’ down like Santa Clause, wired in like analogs
Girls that used to sleep on your boy are still sleepin’
But now, it’s with pajamas off, make it clap like mad applause
This is the result of watchin’ too much rap battle, doll
Pick and choose flows like my mind’s a giant catalog
Movin’ on, I’m the whitest boy you’ll ever get to know
Whiter than the driven snow, whiter than a sniff of blow
Thinner than a piccolo, as thin as stripper pole
So women hear me and get the urge to start strippin’, though!
Pick and roll, give and go, I’m the point guard
Flows make sense and get changed more than Coinstar
And if you sayin’ to yourself this go hard
Tha Art Exhibit’s magnificent, but you still standing in its courtyard
Cuz I've got...
[Part 3: Can't Get Enough]

Unlimited rhymes, a million times infinity signs
Jiminy cricket, equip a killer design, I deserve just a little ity bit of a shrine
Like, it ain’t no thing, praise be the king
Droppin’ hot lines, but I stay away from the bling
Got my puppet show below, I’m just pullin’ ‘dem strings
Keep the theme shinin’, let the spirits just sing
Sing, Sing, like yodeling, no, Sing Sing, with the bars I bring
Got Generic handling all the R&D, plus Tha Character for all of that marketing
But I switch flows quicker than gym clothes
Hypno-sis, I’m the hip-hop minstrel, I love it
Protectin’ your lymph nodes, I does it
You won’t ever reach my summit, shove it
Puzzlin’ wit every double time dropped
But I rhyme hot, never let the grind stop or hit a dry spot
Rollin’ through the city in a Hyundai, why am I
Not pullin’ to the stop sign in a Maybach
Ah, ah, oh… and I don’t know
Skill level developed has been optimal
Only thing that I can think that’s left to do
Is start droppin’ flows at every concert show
.Like watch out below, Geronimo
I got a yahtzee rolled, it’s all possible
I’m like Han Solo, you under my control
I got the rap game in my 2pocket, though!
[Part 4: In The Morning]

Slow burnin’ while the globe turnin’
Lyrics smoother than butter, I got your soul churnin’
No, no, no worries, stay dough earnin’
Closed eyes, welcome home journey
Yeah, boy, my flow’s furnished
Cold world, but the fire in my heart is flamin’
People slump, and I’m just makin’ sure my art is changin’
I like the money, but my soul’s a greater influence
Sacrifice the green for white to see how far my power rangin’
The almighty soldier, I tend to write it sober
Smile at ‘em like I’m nice and kosher
I hit with the joy, stick to it ‘em like controllers
Whitey Bulger doin’ it until I’m signin’ posters, hold up
It’s good to meet you, baby, you wanna be my lady?
I like to rap, do you think you could adapt?
I don’t think so, crawlin’ outta bed
Words spill out while I’m yawnin’
So can I spit it in the mornin’
Can I spit it in the morning?
Can I spit it in the morning?
Recording session while you're moanin'
Can I spit it in the morning?
Can I spit it in the morning, baby?
Can I spit it in the morning?
The sun risin' while recordin', babe
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