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J. COLE lyrics : "January 28th"

The real is back, the ville is back
Flow bananas here, peel this back
And what you'll find is, your highness

Can paint a picture that is vivid enough to cure blindness
Carolina's finest
You knew that already

And turned to the greatest, I proved that already
And if you would like, I do it twice
I just sharpen my blade for a minute but came lost in my ways

This for my ^!$$%s that was tossin' the graves
Every so often I fade deep in my thoughts and get lost in the days
We used to play before your coffin was made

Just got the call ^!$$% got caught with a straight
Hope he's okay
Just got paid what Cochran got paid to free OJ

Just to share my life on the stage in front of strangers
Who know a ^!$$% fall to well, and that's the danger
Know me better than I know myself

I rip a page out my notebook in anger
And let these thoughts linger singing


Don't give 'em too much you
Don't let 'em take control
This one thing you do

Don't let 'em taint your soul
If you believe in God
One things for sure

If you ain't aim too high
Then you aim too low


What's the price for a black man life?
I check the toe tag, not one zero in sight
I turn the TV on, not one hero in sight

Unless he dribble or he fiddle with mics
Look out the window cause tonight the city lit up with lights, cameras and action
May no man alive come through and damage my faction

I brought you ^!$$% with me cause I love you like my brothers
And your mothers' like my mother
Think we need a plan of action

The bigger we get the more likely egos collide
It's just physics, please let's put our egos aside
You my ^!$$%s, and should our worst tenancies turn us into enemies

I hope that we remember these
Nights fulla Hennessey
When Hov aroun we switch up to that D'usse

Gotta show respect, one day we tryna stay where you stay
Cause we from where you from
I'm not talkin' bout the slums

I'm talkin' 'bout that mind state that keep a black ^!$$% dumb
Keep a black ^!$$% dyin' by a black ^!$$% gun
And keep on listening to the frontin' $$# rap ^!$$%s son

Yeah I said son
This is New York's finest
For 11 winters straight I took on New York's climate

Like show me New York's ladder
I climb it and set the bar so high that you gotta get Obama to force the air force to find it
Never mind it, you'll never reach that

Cole is the hypnotist, control the game whenever he snap
That's every track


Don't give 'em too much you
Don't let 'em take control
This one thing you do

Don't let 'em taint your soul
If you believe in God
One things for sure

If you ain't aim too high
Then you aim too low


I ain't serve no pies, I ain't slang no dope
I ain't bring no lies, ^!$$%s sang my quotes
I ain't play no games, boy I ain't no joke

Like the great Rakim, when I make my notes
You ^!$$%s might be L or you might be Kane
Or you might be Slick Rick with 19 chains

Or you might be Drizzy Drake or Kendrick Lamar
But check your birth date ^!$$%, you ain't the God
Nah you ain't the God
^!$$% Cole the God
January 28th

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