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Album of the Year (Freestyle)

J. Cole

Album of the Year

2018

Yeah
My mind state feel like the crime in the summertime
Higher than average
Lot of cabbage
Thank God I never abide by the established

Thing because he's not a song writer and I
Thought he would treat all
Songs fairly without
Favortism and ego involved i sent all my
Demos to Nellie

Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights
Just easy

Old School New School

LL Cool J

Exit 13

2008

up
Do work, treat rap like a ripped skirt
Sow it up, rep your hood, nigga, throw it up
You'd been standing by my side for years
Sold out concerts,

went and built theirs from the floor up
How the hell you gon' get me on your album and not show up
How the hell could you slow us
Got by myself nothing

Untouchable

Eminem

Untouchable

2017

a chase might ensue, we got that tried and true
Pistol drew right at you, we'd be delighted to unload it
In your back, then walk up and lay that taser

orleans finna big winnins
Big adam south part of the moniker was always intrigued by da souff
Oh and its dirty to mane aint safe to go out no more mane
But

Simmons Incorporated

Run-D.M.C.

Crown Royal

1999

no more
Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
Lotta money in this fam, think about it
Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam

Well damn, how

that when I spray
I go red in the face
Hotline bling on my page
Bring more cash to the gang
I had a damn good day
Thought I'd be used to this by now
I

and staying by my side
I want you in my life
I ain't never have nobody treat me do me right
Even tho that I know that we fuck, fuss and fight
I thank you for

right
I have, like, one more year of capitalism left in me, like, I wasn't built for this-
It's just one big active shooter drill
And then I went upstairs

guess it's whatever baby
Hope he treats you better
You won't hurt me no more
(No more, no more, no more)
No more, no more
No more, no more
Yeah
Look
Look

And doze off like snores, but odds like that with these thoughts I have's
Like a giant getting squashed by ants
If this is the test of time, I'd pass with

want or even what I can say

To start, I'd like to know what you've been thinking
What you've learned and more importantly, is your hibiscus okay
Did you

album drops with no listeners 'till you off these stages?

How many times I gotta tell y'all to stop playing with me
This shit too easy

How many more

this all behind
I treat this album like a movie NC-17 on the bitch
never put a limit on an experience, why?
The endless void of space is my limit
And I

motherfucker's could never do
The things I, The R the Y, the
A the N, Daz D did bitch
You couldn't ever fade me i'm not a sucker
I treat you like a serious trick

treat my balls like it's mistletoe
Fuck class, get cash by the truckload
Latest album with my dogs but the city closed
You in for a hell of a ride,

already know I'm pulling over to you
First let me know is you down
Down to ride or die
Down for the vibes
Will you stick by my side
You know I'll treat you

I'm Still #1

KRS-One

A Retrospective

2000

and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there

Don't nobody like em but we treat em like they're equal
I'd go so far as to say that they're a form of evil
They so frustrating I'm tryna be peaceful

it
Watch me make it

[Verse 2]

But I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel guilty
For chasing my dreams
At times it feels like I'm less of a man
And more

it going on
(Hey yo, I got it going on)

[Biggie]
As I sit back relax
Steam a blunt, sip a Becks
Think about the sexy singers that I wanna sex
I'd

more to hustlin' than just sellin' hoes
I did almost everything when I didn't have nothin' to lose
And I'd do almost anything to not get back in them