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J Cole - 1994 Interludes Justice Lyrics

[Verse 1]
1994 arrived
My life is summoned because my father found his beloved with whom to spread eternal love
And, spread the fruit of his loins
From the 3-point line, he shot a shot with such accuracy I had to join – I had no choice
The needle dropped, I preferred to play a song so quietly
But, my family name proposed the opposite ironically
If I didn’t adapt, I’d be crucified by society
I became a witness to the musical talent that laid within
A living testament, or maybe a walking weapon with a demeanor that likes to lyrically murder on a whim
I’m not joking
Fucking provoke me and you can meet the ocean
No floating
I wish your family well
You just disgraced your entire family lineage
They pray you living in Hell
Living on the sidelines has taught me all the guidelines of living in power, money, and prestige
Without the repercussions of not having a Plan B
Plan B requires prior knowledge of the situation only derived from experience and meditation
That’s why it’s laughable when young niggas repeat the cycle of being young and dumb with money
You look like an eye soar
Your ineptitude makes you twice as irrelevant
Yet, this type intellectual deficiency is prevalent and so pervasive amongst the masses
Like now it’s cool to put your brain in the casket

[Verse 2]
I belong to a generation that’s ostentatious
No need for debate, I’m well aware we all used to be that way
It’s quite contagious
You say it’s a phase that everybody outgrows
So if I complain, I’m just hatin’
To me, it sounds like you compensating for lack of skill sets
Your compensation shows – it don’t match to the real vets and the pioneers
The individuals responsible for your career
They possess the talent to eradicate you down to the molecular structure
Do not muster up the bravery to fight ‘em
You must’ve been utterly mistaken with mediocre
The minute you thought you had a chance, the jig is up, you losing focus
They see an opening, provoke your life source until it’s depleted
You even pleaded guilty to falsifying your credibility
You stand defeated
Not only do you get paid for being stupid, you get it for decreasing the value of what it means to rap
What it means to pack ammunition and then pull and release the Mac trigger
You stacking up in your bank account, now you thinking you bigger
What the fuck you gon’ do when niggas ain’t fuckin’ with ya?
You scramble for every bit of change and every bit of fame to stay relevant
They remember your song, but not your name
If this applies to you, this is either a diss or you can change
I recommend you change, because my sentiment will be disdain if you cause beef
I’ll only see it as leisure while you steady competing tryna scramble for words to defeat me
This is not up for discussion, my lyricism is lethal
Lethal injection if you choose to play the record – I’m evil, nigga!
[Outro]
Let it be known then
Really, though
Niggas thought this was a fucking joke
This ain’t no hobby, cuhz
Bring your A game