J. Cole
Wet Dreamz (Remix)
This genesis will commit genocide. Each generated, generic generation of genders left to die
Everybody laughs when I set the parchment ablaze, but just know they won’t be laughin’ when the kid’s garnering fame
And I swear to fuckin’ God homie, I won’t rest ‘til I’m best of all
Dope lyricism I erect, my rapping’s seminal
I’m spittin’ venom in the specific direction of critics, prevent ‘em from opening their jibs on a record
I’m sick, I’m congested
I’ll give ‘em an enema, hit ‘em with hectic hisses and hinder ‘m, headless they’ll be within a second
You cannot spit. So merciless with this noggin
I’ll murder you with the pen like John Wick, aw shit
No escapin’ all of the thoughts and my mental
Make ‘em bleed as if they were popping a vessel
You all are ineffably awful and terrible
Quintessential when I’m on instrumentals
I’ve gone rouge! A relic of real rap ripping tracks
Witless acts are shook, like the hand of a business man
Give yo’ clan a reason to dart with resented art
Feastin’ on the bulky and the feeble we feed to the sharks
Who else do you know who can write like this?
So insane and erudite when they bust rhymes like this?
Who can grind like this?
They getting ensnared, cuz they don’t cut it, like a crazy, radical feminists leg hair
Now I’m vindictively, viciously vivisectin’ for doubtin’ the vision I’m representin’