Pretty Freshman - Introspective Muse Part 2 lyrics

[{VERSE 1: Pretty Freshman} [I abhor the litigious misology, the devilish deceitfulness that the American government &; The Hip-Hop game is feeding us they throwin so much heat on us They steady cryin peace and safety In the midst of chaos what do they think that we just a bunch of degenerates? Do these n***as think this a game or hit I'm done takin shade from the media While we just siting hear complainin, bout it why we not taking no action on in if we don't do nuffin bout it they going to think we acceptin it They say that this generation is the worst and we causing pandemonium but that ain't true I'm sick and tired of them dissing the greatest generation I'm heated {VERSE 2: J. Cole} All the MC's are so, farceur rapping isn't their forte Meanwhile the industry and the government preforming and presenting hornswoggles While I'm sitting here struggling for my EP's to get played they tell me I need a hit single While they out here promoting shows like scandal that's mocking our government got other countries laughing, saying is that what America be doing? As for the rap game they need to stop making ban*l rhymes acceptable Telling real MC's to dum-down their rhymes just so the radio could play them Ain't no room for that bullsh** I ain't into callin women b**hes just to get a hit in I'm trynna promote etch music I ain't into dulcifying my rhymes Walk with a n***a, I give you my pain So much on my mind I wonder how it fit in my brain Scattered thoughts, dark secrets lead me to a blacker heart Life can't get any worse, Stevie with his gla**es off Cause I still don't see hope, lookin' for a quick fix When everyone I see is broke, get lost in weed smoke Knowing it make it worse, thoughts roam uncontrollably Barely trustin' n***as, over a decade they been knowin' me sh**, life at the bottom, nobody but God got em They say he wouldn't leave me yet I'm fallin' like it's Autumn Tell me, what do you do just when you're on your last dollar And the stress and this mess you're in can make your a** holla? Do you fold, grow bitter and grow cold? No longer fightin' now the only thing you grow is old Or do you flip that f**in' dollar to a dream? Whether a scholar or a fiend, watch a pawn become a king Cole! Young n***a with his jeans low Nice guy just got a mean flow Never seen rich but he's seen po' Mr Dolla and a Dream in case you ain't know {HOOK: J. Cole, Pretty Freshman & Kendrick Lamar} Look at the world its tearing us apart while the industry be calling it art I'm up here wondering why they don't play my sh** Don't they know I put my f**in heart in it, but instead They feeding us lies and scandals like America don't got no integrity They neologizing words and rhyming about smoking herbs Where is the etch music at? Bring that back this is my introspective muse now play that back [{VERSE 3: Pretty Freshman} They say I got a fusty flow and they razz on it they tell me my rhymes need more pizazz in it, the industry got a n***a in the studio until sundown trynna dum-down my raps And water-down the facts; So that the people can understand them that's what makes a hit Man, I'm done writing rhymes that's acceptable to the general public My core fans saying Jay where the real sh**? At bring that back infect Starting from this song from now on I'm only writing songs that my core fans can get This is God flow yeah I'm on God level far ahead of the rest and when the sunset I'll be the best {VERSE 4: Kendrick Lamar} I'm sick of MC's talking bout they hard because they rap about stuff That's illegal and how much b**hes they get How much cars they got And what they bank look like my n***a that sh** don't make you hard Respecting women and being God concise that's what makes you respected Not rapping about money, p**y, weed and hoes that ain't art my n***a This is art my n***a not biting other people's rhymes instead why don't you Switch up your flow Cut the auto tune and throw on them 808's Put the weed down and get serious my n***a this is not about you Its about bringing authentic music back to the people Today's music has no authenticity my n***a don't rap for publicity I'm in a destruction mode if the gold exists I'm important like the pope, I'm a m**m on pork I'm Makaveli's offspring I'm the king of New York King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both The juggernaut's all in your jugular You take me for jokes Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces Cartier bracelets for my women friends I'm in Vegas Who the f** Y'all thought it's supposed to be? If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' me I'm uncoachable I'm unsociable f** y'all clubs, f** y'all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts Gobble dick up 'til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch I've seen n***as transform like villain Decepticons Mollies'll prolly turn these n***as to f**in' Lindsay Lohan A bunch of rich a** white girls lookin' for parties Playin with Barbies, wreck the Porsche {HOOK} [{Bridge}] [I use to think KRS-One and MC Shan were the greatest Until Big Daddy Kane, Dre and Snoop came & Changed it I Used to think Dre & Snoop was the greatest til Game and Nas came and changed it I use to think Nas and Game was the greatest til 50 Cent and Jay-Z came and Changed it I use to think 50 & Jigga were the greatest thats when Kendrick and Cole went and changed it I use to think Kendrick and Cole were the greatest, til I came in the game And now they all the latest] [{Outro}] [Where the echt music act, well my n***as I am here to say its back I came in the game I didn't have fame now I got OG's sweatin me Telling me I'm the greatest since Pac & Biggie Don't you ever compare me to Pac and Biggie I won't dissapoint ya Ali hit the 808's for me]