J.Cole Recites His Favorite Verses
April 20, 2010 @ 7:34 AM EDT
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The Smoking Session and Yours Truly’s 3:16 kick off their video series with J.Cole reciting some of his favorite Hip Hop verses. Above, he spits Canibus’ third verse off “Buckingham Palace” and says it was that punchline that inspired his battle rap flow. After the jump, he explains how Nas’ “Undying Love” influenced a few of his own cuts.
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i remember when i heard that canibus joint, that was one of the illest shit on the album. too bad the rest of the album wasn’t on that level.
under the purple rain
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I remember questlove also proclaimed his love for “undying love”
“Undying Love”
[Nas]
Uh..
Pacino life, G a roll, casino dice
at the Mirage, Vegas strip, neon lights
Gamblers, puffin cigars, couples and stars
Flashin cameras, dealers, shufflin cards
Spent the weekend, already miss New York and it’s odd
cause I’m the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob
I never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five
wit shells comin back at us while we jump in the ride
Flyin, duckin, our bitches in the club cluckin
Tellin my wife who I was dancin with like I was fuckin
Flew back, Monday evening from Nevada where the sun was beamin
to the concrete jungle of cement
Limousines from LaGuardia airport, sleepin
Told my dogs peace, kept in movin, I was beat when
got to my crib, where the hell my keys went?
Ringin the bell, heard a yell but wasn’t sure
Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door
Slow music, H-Town, no that’s “Down Low”
My baby’s, drop Mercedes is parked, I creeped around yo
to the back, she must be inside and can’t hear
Probably upstairs, in the mirror, doin her hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
and lipstick marks on like three empty Coronas
A pair of blue jeans on the carpet; size 12 Timberlands
Somethin swingin on the ceiling fan, I stopped it
Swingin slower and slower..
On the last swing I saw it was a G-string and heard laughin
Thought about my nine-shot Glock but somethin made me disregard it
Started my way up to where the noise and music was at
Froze and couldn’t react
Bedroom door opened a crack, seen wifey layin with some nigga
mumblin shit, he had one hand on her ass
and she was rubbin his dick, toastin wine glasses
Cherry scented candles was lit, couldn’t handle the shit
Searchin for words I found none, without a sound
I left the house with a sick smile and took my gun
Now I’m out buggin, wildin, what I’m gon do?
Call my man Horse, meet me outside, I’m comin through
[Nas singing]
I thought you loved me
I thought you cared for me
I thought you needed me
Did you believe in me? [repeat 2X]
[Nas]
Got up with Horse yo, the look on my face was mad lost
I ain’t know whether to cry or just, try to laugh it off
“Son you home early — they wiped you out that quick?”
I said, “Nah,” showed him the plastic with nine in the clip
Hopped in the whip, popped in the disc, pressed play
To the Grand Central, from the Van Wyck Expressway
I said, “Bet you’ll never guess in a million years
what I just saw happenin — and probably still is
Snuck in my crib – some nigga fuckin my wiz
I saw dem, they ain’t see me, I ducked and I slid
I’ma grab shorty, I need you to grab the nigga for me”
Just when I thought I found love, she shitted on me
Shopped in Vegas, a present, for our engagement
20 G’s on a ring I wouldn’t hit her today with
My surprise couldn’t match the one she had for me
We pulled up, he was walkin out the house backwardly
Parked in the back of my house, they couldn’t see us
Ran to the side of my house, cocked the heater
Walked to the front when I talked he had junk
Bitch tried to slam the door shut, got caught in Horse foot
Shot the Spanish kid in the rib, drug him in
Grabbed her face, say goodbye to your undercover friend
One between the eye, she’s died, by mistake
Must’ve held the gat too tight, pointed at her face
Heard somebody knock — Horse helped me hide the bodies
Heard si-rens, I guess we goin out we out like kamikazes
We surrounded, red lights flashin, “WHO’S INSIDE?”
Came out a bullhorn, I’m contemplatin suicide
Horse asked me for the Mac, he gave me dap, one love
Cocked the strap, then he ran out the back
Mad shots couldn’t tell what was goin on
Sat on the floor near my dead girl, put her in my arms
Pulled her ring out my pocket I was savin
Put it on her ring finger cocked the glock, and started prayin
to Muhammad and Allah, “the most beneficial
through you, all things are possible, I know you’re listenin
I never meant for this to happen, I never dreamed
this’d be my fate, such a grotesque, murder scene”
On that note, same time, the cops busted in
Kissed my lady, her blood on my lips, I said “Amen”
Put the nine to my head, pulled the hammer, held her close
Squeeze the toast, said to her, “Now unto God, we elope”
.. we elope ..
[cop says “stupid fucking niggers” as he walks in]
Props to the smoking session…that’s a dope concept
@ QUEENZ
GOOD LOOKIN’ OUT WIT THAT POST NIGGA!!!! MAYBE THIS WILL SHUT NIGGAS UP WIT ALL THAT “EMINIEM IS THE G.O.A.T” TALK!!!! QUEENS ALL DAY NIGGAS!!!! ONE!!!!
DON’T HATE ON MY OPINION!!!!
Brooklyn in the building, but Nas is better than anything bk has to offer, by a lot, smh (I wish BIG was still here), Undying Love is def a favorite of mine, Nas has yet to spew a wack verse (in my opinion)…Glad J.Cole showin love to the greatest, they should do a song together.
[…] Because everything else about him, his presentation, his favourite verses (Nas and Canibus), his flow and his production, tell me he’s not yet a sipping‑champagne‑in‑the‑V.I.P […]