Winter Storm Freestyle

[Intro: J. Cole & DJ Clue] New York City (Haha!) New York City is crazy outside right now It's cold as fuck DJ Clue ([?]) Desert Storm But it's beautiful, you know what I mean? (New York, New York) (New York, New York) Stay alive, that's the only thing What? Yeah [Verse: J. Cole & DJ Clue] Ayo, scrap, everything I was working on Prior to the day the world decided to play I got a brand new agenda. They tryna keep up with your boy, hardly Bitch, I feel like Lori Harvey how I ran through them niggas Now, I'm back for the winter, tryna outdo myself No chain on my neck, but got a palpable wealth I grew up in the heat of the south, you could melt 'Cause the summer humidity enhances stupidity Memes say I'm humble, but trust, this humility's From witnessin' violence and turned off utilities No man that's rhymin' can match my fluidity I'm Mike Jordan, Ant Edwards; nigga, you kiddin' me? Cole gets older, but grows new abilities You didn't know I'm Zeno with Goku agility Come witness perfection, these niggas perplexin' Like witness protection, get whole new identities Then start rappin', but what happened to the real you? I used to get self-conscious 'round real gangsters, and I still do Find peace with the audience you appeal to Be yourself, live in your truth. Niggas'll feel you Embrace hunger; what don't make you stronger will kill you The pain'll build you, God'll heal you Don't make your moves off a dollar bill, it's not as fail-proof As say, following your heart that way, long as you have faith The path pays tenfold Me, I chose rapping over class-A tempos Back when rappers still was trying to pass they demos to A&R reps I was dubbin' Sallie Mae, not paying off debts Through the toughest alleyways, we would pray that our steps Were protected by the Lord, because what I witnessed Had all my niggas staying silent like that's none our business I'm in desperate need of commas like a run-on sentence, shit (Clueminati!) Like a run-on sentence I'm trying to see greener pastures 'cause pre-teens'll blast ya It's not a lot of talking, but the guns long-winded No strap on my body, I'm an unarmed menace [Outro: J. Cole & DJ Clue] I'm an unarmed menace New York, New York New York, New York DJ Clue Desert Storm