Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Villuminati , by - J. Cole. Song from the album Born Sinner, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 17.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roc Nation
Song language: English
Villuminati |
| I’m a born sinner |
| But I die better than that, I swear |
| It’s way darker this time |
| Sometimes I brag like Hov |
| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
| Sometimes I brag like Hov |
| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
| Sometimes I brag like Hov |
| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
| Sometimes I brag like Hov, now I’m in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight |
| Cole, time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade |
| Sometimes I brag like Hov, sometimes I’m real like Pac |
| Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got |
| Sometimes I focus on the dough, look at these bills I got |
| This is a message for some rappers tryna steal my spot |
| You niggas famous on the internet, I’m real life hot, homie |
| Get your weight up, fake niggas get sprayed up |
| My verbal AK slay faggots |
| And I don’t mean no disrespect whenever I say faggot, okay, faggot? |
| Uh, don’t be so sensitive |
| If you want to get fucked in the ass that’s between you and whoever else’s dick |
| it is |
| Pause, maybe that line was too far |
| Just a little joke to show how homophobic you are |
| And who can blame ya? |
| Boy Meets World, I’m tryna find a new Topanga |
| And bang her out, no hanging out |
| My pops was club hopping back when Rick James was out |
| And all I get is Trinidad James, wait a minute, that’s strange |
| Sip a bit of champagne, say fuck it |
| If the hoes like it I love it, nigga, nigga, nigga |
| Used to watch Rap City, Big Tigga, Tigga |
| Rap nerd, even copped Rah Diggah, Diggah |
| Pac had a nigga saying fuck Jigga, fuck Biggie |
| I was only like 11 so forgive me |
| A decade later I’d be all up in the city |
| Tryna get Hov to fuck with me |
| With a burned CD full of jams that was up in my hand |
| When he said he didn’t want it it was fuck him again |
| One day, he gon' regret playing me |
| Little did I know in a year he’d be fucking paying me, what could you say to me? |
| Beat the odds like Vegas, I used to rap about haters |
| Before niggas was hating me, now they hate to see |
| A young black man with a college degree |
| Fucking all these little models for free, pardon me |
| Sometimes I brag like Hov |
| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
| Sometimes I brag like Hov |
| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
| Sometimes I brag like Hov |
| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
| Sometimes I brag like Hov |
| Got the game back, and I ain’t ever letting go |
| I’m the prince of the city, I studied Machiavelli |
| You niggas couldn’t blow with C4 strapped to your belly |
| I snuck up out the parts where niggas be living heartless |
| And cannot tell the difference between Iraqi, Israeli |
| And so I’m wondering really what could you actually tell me |
| I’m tryna keep my homie from throwing crack in the skully |
| So, back with this pen to give back for my sins |
| Took a black president to tell the Japanese sorry |
| But who the fuck gon' tell my niggas sorry |
| Never seen his pops 'cause he’s sorry |
| Fucked up education, would ask for reparations |
| But I’m probably just gon' go and buy Ferraris, vroom |
| Please forgive him |
| According to the preacher man he needs Jesus in him |
| But the Devil run the T.V. so the demons in 'em |
| I’m in trouble |
| Did a deal with the Devil, now I’m pleading with him |
| Like give me my soul |
| My nigga, I ain’t ever letting you go again |
| I ain’t ever letting go |
| I ain’t ever letting you go again |
| Please give me my soul |
| I ain’t ever letting go |
| I ain’t ever letting you go again |
| Please give me my soul |
| I ain’t ever letting go |
| But the Devil don’t play fair |
| I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati |
| Fuck everybody |
| I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati |
| Fuck everybody |
| I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati |
| Fuck everybody |
| I’m 'bout to go and join the Illuminati |
| These next three bars is dedicated to the retards |
| Keep on asking me about the Illuminati; |
| Is you stupid, nigga? |
| Young black millionaire |
| Old white billionaires, I’m sure that they can do without me |
| And I ain’t really into sacrificing human bodies |
| Couple more A’s I would’ve been a summa cuma laude |
| Beyoncé told me that she want to cop the blue Bugatti |
| That shit is more than what I’m worth, I think she knew it probably |
| Well this is awkward, awkward |
| Want to know what else is really awkward, awkward |
| When niggas buy rings for bitches I had flings with |
| I’m praying I don’t see 'em at the Oscars, Oscars |
| Hey J. Cole, this way, hey |
| Oh, hey, what’s up? |
| What’s goin' on with you? |
| Okay |
| Big smile, man, big smile, let me see that crooked smile |
| J. Cole, J. Cole, this way, look this way |
| Oh friend hug, friend hug, just keep it friendly |
| We friends, friends |
| Re-adjustin' my target audience, 'cause it’s obvious |
| I’ve gone astray, losing my way like Timberlake |
| Produced by Timbaland on that goddamn FutureSex/LoveSounds |
| What’s playing in my mind, just the sound of my whole career |
| Crash and burning, the thing that I mostly fear |
| Was on track for the first two years until I let the Devil steer |
| Now what have we here? |
| Mask my tears, but I |
| I ain’t ever letting go |
| I ain’t ever letting you go again |
| I ain’t ever letting go |
| I ain’t ever letting you go again |
| I ain’t ever letting go |
| I ain’t ever letting you go again |
| I ain’t ever letting go |
| I ain’t ever letting you go again |
| Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole |
| My nigga |
| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
| Sometimes I brag like Hov |
| Allow me to re-introduce myself, my name is Cole |
| My nigga |
| Born sinner, the opposite of a winner |
| Sometimes I brag like Hov |
| Born sinner |