J. Cole - 39 Intro (best part)

Lyrics: [Intro] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck what you heard, bitch Fuck what you heard, bitch Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Fuck what you heard, bitch Fuck what you heard (Fuck what you—) [Refrain] Never in my life did I think I'd see the day (The day) Where niggas wanna play with my name, but okay I'm goin' back in (Who's goin' back in?) I'm goin' back in (Who's goin' back in?) Let me go back in (Let him go back in) I'ma go back in (He's goin' back in), I'ma go in [Chorus] Let me go in, let me go in, let me go in, let me go– (Boom-boom) Let me go in, let me go in, let me go in, let me go– (Boom-boom) Let me go in, let me go in, let me go in, let me go– (Boom-boom) When niggas act like they don't know, you gotta show 'em (You gotta) [Verse] I'm pleased to report, after many attempts I climbed out from the mouth of the gritty abyss The antonym of idiot, who witty as this? My mind-frame has been trained with NVIDIA chips My rhymes are like shrines for the city I miss Where, in time, I found beauty in the hideousness My tongue can set fire to some, inspire the young Or put a hickey on the titty of the prettiest bitch I'm number one, you gettin' the gist? Anything lower, you better reconsider your list Play my song when I'm gone, I'ma still be a myth Even God gon' wonder, "How the fuck did he exist?" I mean, could he have just slipped through the cracks? Ain't let a nigga into Heaven, so I went through the back And when I entered, I saw a old friend that I dapped He said, "Please, nigga, kick one of the infinite raps" Okay, I flip on tracks long as the beat is on fire My grip on rap stronger than needle-nose pliers So, kick on back and enjoy the fresh sound The best round of Black gettin' rich off rap I'm from the town where they zip raw packs We've never seen a trampoline, but a brick? You could flip off that Well, damn, try to compete but they just fall flat Lot of these weak niggas peak where I lift off at I never trick off racks, I stack what I attract The money talks to me and they lack the dialect to Reply back as I crack the fire axe Light refracts when the half-Black messiah raps, uh Fayettenam, where they strapped like Iraq The narcs in the trap with a knack to hire rats A man dead 'cause the feds slapped a wiretap His dawg had his back, so they whacked the chiroprac' Chemically imbalanced, drippin' style in gallons I write schemes in my dreams just for the challenge Woke up in ice-cold sweats 'cause the flows I chose next Are like both sets of Bowflex, uh Hold your breath for the prose I profess Cole the G.O.A.T., fresh like a juice that's cold-pressed No rest to those who oppose, I don't stress Rap niggas gotta be in Vogue to pose threats, uh They don't compare, they're more like Kotex I'm droppin' niggas off at the door like coat checks Hold check, I told you they ain't ready to hoop Them niggas regular, I'm 93 Unleaded, the truth Hot out the booth, now, I'm lookin for my lil' Betty Boop, cute Pardon me, shawty, I been out of the loop Too many lies to refute, but I gotta rebuke They tryna put my neck inside of a noose, it's not happenin [Outro] (Boom-boom) (Boom-boom) Never in my life did I think I'd see the day (Boom-boom) Where niggas wanna play with my name, but okay (I'm goin' back in) The children that survive the lows and highs The real will never die, we multiply (We multiply, we multiply, we multiply, I'm goin' back in) The history you're told is mostly lies You say you want the truth? Well, close your eyes (Close your eyes, close your eyes, close your eyes)