Inevitable Audio Series: Jermaine Cole & Ibrahim Hamad
Jermaine Cole takes listeners on a raw and unfiltered journey through his life, career, and personal evolution
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Hook 1
My nikkas be smoking on something loud
Head to the cloudz
I ain’t been steppin out, tired of sticking out in the crowd
This world is changing
Right in front of me
Gray hairs I’m aging
Quicker than I thought I’d be
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Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
Verse 1
Please believe these flows teach each ego’s to freeze and then recede
I'm c4 beaneath your jeep the second you turn that key hole then he blows your weak flows right out the water
The father, boy I work smarter and harder
My style got a restraining order, don’t bother
I charter, unseen territories in order
To push it farther than you nikkas had ever thought of
I caught a, lotta murder charges, turned artists to martyrs
When I rock thot turns to goddess
Fiends turn to kings, dreams turn to things tangible
My hands are full with grands I pulled from stanzas no, I can’t go slow im Sandra bull, either proceed with speed or don’t breathe
There’s no creed or color that won’t heed to the warning
The planet’ll shake when I’m performing
1Techtonic 2plates from a place where techs on their waist
So stay safe or get left with chest on your face
As death waits for your last of breath, ima pass the test, yes, I’m a master chef want a taste
Then pay for it, they claim their real but their seldom straightforward,
The pain I feel on my frame gets transmuted to a dangerous flame
I spit fire at the devil while the angels sang
The flow changed but Jermaine’s the same I’m plane Jane
Not a chain on my neck but shine like baguettes
a shame not a flex to rhyme like the rest
My minds quite depressed if I don’t write these
I’m spike Lee of the 2audio, back in my barrio
Parties got shot up, so I built up all my cardio
Dodge shells collect coins like I’m Mario
But this is not a gaming experience, I’m serious
Post hook
(Repeat x4)
Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
Hook 2
My nikkas be smoking on something loud
Head to the cloudz
I ain’t been steppin out, tired of sticking out in the crowd
This world is changing
Right in front of me
Gray hairs I’m aging
Quicker than I thought I’d be
Verse 2
I’m that bass in your trunk, the bullet that missed trump
The gun that jammed cuz it seemed God had other plans
The son of man extending his hand to son of Sam
In forgiveness, for all of the homicides we witnessed
The over dramatized, the traumatized with sickness
Thrown in the pan and Carmalized for richness
And Served on a plate with sirloin steak
To billionaires who don’t care the World’s gone break
Long as they make money off it, pain brings profit
One man gains it soon as the next man lost it
There’s a bridge you can walk to hear God talk
But there are real slim odds a rich man crosses
Cuz he greed is a 2poisonous seed, indeed,
As it spreads like weeds through the minds apple tree’s
I proceed with caution, and I’m not flossing
Unlike some, I’m not defined by my fortune
I’m defined by rhymes, though I’m in my prime
There was times that I was down cuz I’d thought I’d lost it
But no, low and behold, as my poetry grows
I give all glory to God as the Story unfolds
And the gray hairs that grow on my head will show
Ain’t no time limit to get it you ain’t never too old
So keep 1hold of your dreams, no matter how it seems
If you don’t water your lawn, well then it won’t stay green
I seen babies turn fiends, addicted to the screen
Their dad share’s, Cashier’s replaced by machines
Don’t buy, subscribe so you can just stream
Your Content, like rent you won’t own a thing
Before long all the songs the whole world sings’ll
Be generated by latest of ai regimes
As all of our favorite artists erased by it scream
From the way side, “ayyy whatever happened to human beings!?”
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Straight up, straight up, straight up, straight up
Hook 3
My nikkas be smoking on something loud
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