Текст песни Back to the Topic - J. Cole

Yeah, nigga
I'ma go ahead and murder this shit
Voice gone and shit, I think it's gon' make it sound a lil', a lil' ill
Just a lil' iller
Yeah, Fayettenam, nigga, yeah

Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal
Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto
Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high
You can pick apart my raps, I ain't told you nan lie
My world, a little darker like a fucking tan line
Go on, look for a better nigga, girl, you can't find
Fine young man with an old man mind
No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind

Aw, no ma'am, I'm an old land mine
I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time
Now I'm armed, and I'm Fayettenam's finest
Carolina's savior, marijuana blazer
Only on occasion 'cause my mind be racing
Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian
Thinking how these rap niggas gotta be faking
Whole style obviously copied, pasted

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last
But when it's all said and done, I'ma be ahead of them
Way that I describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine
Way that I be fly, I be higher than the Jetsons
Moving on up, nigga higher than the Jeffersons
All about the Benjamins, bad chicks, send 'em in
Basic hos, toss 'em out, can't even get Waffle House
Hating niggas, chalk 'em out, go on, get the coffin out

What you talking about, lil' man?
My shit here burning, you not even lil' tan
I'm ill enough to kill cancer, baby, I'm chemo
Down in Miami and I'm throwed like Marino
Get a whole lot of you know and she bald like an Eagle
No, not on top but down there
She say she want to hop on top, girl, I don't care
You better get yours 'fore I reach mine 'cause then I'm throwing peace signs

If you a freak, I can take you to your peak
Girl, I do it to the maximum, Nissan
And I hope you a believer
I'm quarterbacking, tryna get you open like receivers
Far from an overnight achiever
Cole is like the leader of the new niggas
To tell the truth, I'm only fucking with a few niggas

If that, the rest of y'all niggas get lapped
I sit back and reflect on the rap game, I came from out of nowhere
Nigga, I swear them lames ain't know how to prepare
Got niggas shouting out the 'Ville, "I gotta go there"
Boy, don't you know you get shot over there?
I say my prayers 'cause this life ain't fair
A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain't there
A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain't there

Yeah, late at night, when I got the phone call and made a right
But my crib was straight ahead, shawty gave me head
Hit it then I quit it 'fore she even made the bed
Damn, I'm no good, but damn, it's so good
I'm picturing that body like a camera phone would
Something like Rihanna while I'm up in that V-gina

Type of chick that only dress in something that's designer
I could give a fuck, 'long as there's something that's behind of her
Got the type of bumper make a dog wanna hump
Back to the topic, actually forgot it
Hos, money, I'm the shit, oh yeah, I'm reminded
The way I put the words together, cleverly align 'em
These other rap niggas should never be a problem
And I'm ghost, nigga, yeah
Let me hear that, whoo!