Knock On Wood Freestyle

(Cole, cole, cole, cole

And on the count of 3

Baby girl

Cole, cole, cole, cole

And on the count of 3

Baby girl

Cole, cole, cole, cole

Hey

And on the count of 3

Blow up – ah

Blow up – ah)



Yea – and that I will

Nigga and that I will

I keep a checklist of rappers that I'mma kill

I used to play the bleachers before I had a deal

Now a nigga gettin burnt, just imagine how that feel

Mmm, ill, fantastic

Flip rhymes, flip beats, nigga jamnastics

Your style hot now but they just can't last wit

Somethin like the rap sandcastle

Gone with the tide

I'm here for the season

Bend your ass over bitch

I'm here for a reason

Cole breezin, flow freezin

This ain't spittin ho – I'm sneezin

Used to hit South Beach, stay at the Parisian

No fun nigga, low funds was the reason

Old school bed that the hoes got pleased in

Now them loes dos is what I throw peas in

Man talk about a come up

Niggas see me in the street, they talkin bout The Come Up

Or talk about The Warm Up

Aye nigga when yo album drop?

And why these little rappers like to run they mouth alot?

And J. Cole are you really from the south or not?

I see yo jeans, man them thangs musta cost alot

Aye do you get a chance to hang out with the boss alot?

Even them hatin niggas like you at the barbershop

Cole! yeaaa, thats my motherfuckin name

Nigga couldn't even watch the allstar game

Had to do the ole valentines day thang

Gotta play the game so my lady won't complain

3 or 4 days I'll be back on a plane

Do a couple shows where the people know my name

Look man the crowd full of pretty young thangs

If you gone do dirt then you can't leave a stain

Mane, tiger woods ya'll

He like the white girls

I like them hoods yall

She got her hair straight, she got a good job

She give the best brain, she got them good jaws

I got that good game, thats cause I'm good ya'll

J. Cole the little engine that could ya'll

And yea I'm comin for the top like I should ya'll

And bitch I'll never fall off

Knock on wood ya'll

Cole