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J. COLE lyrics : "Miss America Reprise"

[Intro: J. Cole]
Sometimes you rip straight through
(I told you how we was gon' do it)

And sometimes you just love rappin' this %#@! so much you just
(Drama I told you how we was gon' do it)
You just like ?$#&@ it? let me get that %#@! again

God, please forgive us

[Verse: J. Cole]

Yeah, blood on my sneakers, no remorse for the grievers
He played the corner like Revis, he should've had better defense
That's how I'm feelin', blood spillin' I love killin'

^!$$%s'll swear that they it, this is as rare as it gets
Rap game changed, this is embarrassing %#@!
Bunch of (*##$es posin' on some old Miss America %#@!

I was a wilder ^!$$%, back on my therapist %#@!
Moving careless as %#@!
In a city where ^!$$%s really don't care who they hit

Who the $#&@ was I?
Just a young little ^!$$% tryin' to see the other side
Of the railroad tracks, where the scarecrows at

No brains on a ^!$$% but they'll air your back
$#&@ the man, Uncle Sam, I won't sell your crack
I won't fight your wars, I won't wear your hat

I'mma pass your classes, I'mma learn your craft
I'mma $#&@ your daughters, I'mma burn your flag
Beware of the days when the first go last

And the last go first, damn the past sure hurt
That's why I hit the Henny in this flask
With my foot pressed heavy on this gas

Life is like a Brillo pad
Sometimes I sit and wish I had the life that Willow had
Said I walk around mad 'cause I never see my dad

And you wonder why my mother$#&@in' brother's so bad
And I was in the third grade first time I skipped class
Whoa!

Switch topics, look, my (*##$ tropic
Stack so thick to fit need six pockets
Smash whole clicks, so sick I get nauseous

Quick as pickpockets, slick like Rick Fox's hair
Diamond chain, yeah the Roc is here
You lean back like a rocking chair

You ^!$$%s not prepared, no preparation
This is dedication
Slit your $#&@in' throat and blame it on my medication

Illuminati meeting, showed up late and met a Mason
Who saw me and $$#ured me that there was no better nation
For, crooks and thieves, looks deceive

They throw The Book at ^!$$%s with no books to read
See, there I go, every time I try to stunt
Can't help but kick the real %#@!

Man, why I even front?
Maybe 'cause that's all you little ^!$$%s ever want
But I'mma change the game

See you in a couple months, boy

[Outro: DJ Drama]

Hopefully this here shows y'all somethin'
Dedication
What's ours, and what's yours

You see the playing field was never really that even
We just let you play the game but you dropped the ball
Cole World

Born sinner
All the way
Drama

You're welcome

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