Generic Tha Character - Behind Bars Pt. 4 (J. Cole Edition) lyrics

Journey wit me
Won’t ya come searchin’ wit me?
Cross the bridges if you with it
Or come burn ‘em wit me
If you don’t find a place beside us, please
Turn against me
I’m ‘bout to take a life turn
Swervin’ permanently i let the rap addiction
Inspirit a Catholic Christian
The addict don’t got it all up here
It appears but no fear
I’ll do this after death and
Visit you as apparition
Eternal melodies, and that’s the mission
Never catch me slippin’
I found a lake to fish in
Dismiss the fake who livin’, I cast ‘em out
And tell ‘em they should keep
It real - great decision
See, I’m just tryna fly my message out
To ya’ll like a faithful pigeon
Baby, listen we’re put here
To make a difference
And I just stay wishin’
That I was Gandalf the Grey wit wisdom
You really gotta stop adherin’
To the shady system
Those dollar signs in your eyes
Gave you jaded vision
But me, I save and spit
This what I do for recreation
Slash soul restoration, Debit savings
I let the record play while the teller counts
Rather have you check the bounce than have
To hear your check has bounced


Switch to cast the thrall, I’m the master
After all words splash like cannonballs
Minds turn to applesauce
Sweeter than a Macintosh
Talkin’ like a jabberjaw
Goin’ down like Santa Clause
Wired in like analogs
Girls that used to sleep on
Your boy are still sleepin’
But now, it’s with pajamas off
Make it clap like mad applause
This is the result of watchin’
Too much rap battle, doll
Pick and choose flows like my
Mind’s a giant catalog movin’ on
I’m the whitest boy you’ll ever get to know
Whiter than the driven snow
Whiter than a sniff of blow
Thinner than a piccolo
As thin as stripper pole
So women hear me and get
The urge to start strippin’, though!
Pick and roll, give and go
I’m the point guard flows make sense and get
Changed more than Coinstar
And if you sayin’ to yourself this go hard
Tha Art Exhibit’s magnificent
But you still standing in it's courtyard
Cuz I've got

Unlimited rhymes
A million times infinity signs
Jiminy cricket, equip a killer design
I deserve just a little ity bit of a shrine
Like, it ain’t no thing, praise be the king
Droppin’ hot lines
But I stay away from the bling
Got my puppet show below
I’m just pullin’ ‘dem strings
Keep the theme shinin’
Let the spirit's just sing
Sing, Sing, like yodeling, no, Sing Sing
With the bars I bring
Got Generic handling all the R&D
Plus Tha Character for all of that marketing
But, I switch flows quicker than gym clothes
Hypno-sis, I’m the Hip-Hop minstrel
I love it
Protectin’ your lymph nodes, I does it
You won’t ever reach my summit, shove it
Puzzlin’ wit every double time dropped
But, I rhyme hot
Never let the grind stop or hit a dry spot
Rollin’ through the city in a Hyundai
Why am I
Not pullin’ to the stop sign in a Maybach
Ah, ah, oh… and I don’t know
Skill level developed has been optimal
Only thing that I can think that’s left to do
Is start droppin’ flows at every concert show
Like watch out below, Geronimo
I got a yahtzee rolled, it’s all possible
I’m like Han Solo, you under my control
I got the rap game in my 2pocket, though!


Slow burnin’ while the globe turnin’
Lyrics smoother than butter
I got your soul churnin’
No, no, no worries, stay dough earnin’
Closed eyes, welcome home journey
Yeah, boy, my flow’s furnished cold world
But the fire in my heart is flamin’
People slump
And I’m just makin’ sure my art is changin’
I like the money
But my soul’s a greater influence
Sacrifice the green for white to see
How far my power rangin’
The almighty soldier
I tend to write it sober
Smile at ‘em like I’m nice and kosher
I hit with the joy
Stick to it ‘em like controllers
Whitey Bulger doin’ it until
I’m signin’ posters, hold up
It’s good to meet you, baby
You wanna be my lady?
I like to rap, do you think you could adapt?
I don’t think so, crawlin’ outta bed
Words spill out while I’m yawnin’
So can I spit it in the mornin’
Can I spit it in the morning?
Can I spit it in the morning?
Recording session while you're moanin'
Can I spit it in the morning?
Can I spit it in the morning, baby?
Can I spit it in the morning?
The sun risin' while recordin', babe generic