Lyrical Exercise: J. Cole, ‘Premeditated Murder’

J. Cole has The Audio Dope licking our chops in anticipation for his second studio album set to release sometime in the beginning of 2013. After the release of ‘Miss America’, we have a sneaking suspicion that “Born Sinner” will draw more parallel’s to Cole’s mixtape/album “Friday Night Lights” than his debut studio album “Cole World: The Sideline Story”. I’ve been craving some old and gritty Cole the past couple weeks and decided to throw FNL in the whip and dammmmn did I forget how great it was. Today’s Lyrical Exercise is from the track “Premeditated Murder”, which is filled with some unreal introspective rhyming.

The Lyrical Exercise starts at around 00:25 in the video below.

From a Civic to a seven must’ve died and went to heaven
Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend
You see I promised that I’d never change
But that was way before I made the dough and met the game
Say hello to Miss Thang, I forgot yo name, she yellow
And even white women want a nigga, Othello
I’m balling with nuggets, like fuck it I’m Carmelo
Now the crib got much rooms, Portobello
She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow
I sit your ass down like you was playing a cello
See, you niggas hated and I levitated further
Knew I would kill the game, premeditated murder
So if it comes down, may the best man win
No sweat like a headband.


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