Hot Songs: J.Cole – Funkmaster Flex Freestyle & TiRon – 60901

TiRon – 60901

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TiRon takes us to his birthplace of Kankakee, Illinois with “60901″ off of the L.A. artist’s upcoming Mustard project.  If you’ve never been to the small Midwestern city, hopefully TiRon’s lyrics can paint a vivid picture for you:

“Closer to drama, no daddy’s just baby mommas,
And miles away from Obama’s hood,
And I ain’t grow up in the same neighborhood as Lu,
Or Ye, but niggas did move Ye to get the loot,
Cause the city ain’t a city,
Just a bunch of folks sitting on a shitty situation,
If you are legit, you ain’t really satisfied,
And that’s the norm, watch TV, sit, and fantasize,
Too stuck to even dream, or even have a grind,
Safe to say it ain’t the best place to be,
but I claim it like my own, that’s my city that’s my home,
And I know that once I’m on, I’mma take em round the globe.”

It sounds like relocating to the West Coast was a good move for TiRon and his family.  Keep an eye out for the upcoming Mustard project, which TiRon spoke about in our recent interview.

J.Cole – Funkmaster Flex Freestyle

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Normally, a radio freestyle wouldn’t make it’s way into our Hot Songs section, but J.Cole killed his recent spot on NYC’s Hot 97.  Below are the lyrics that Cole spit over Wu-Tang’s “Ice Cream” instrumental:

“Wake up niggas gotta get your cake up,
It’s falling from the trees like leaves I’m about to rake up,
Man if you ain’t hungry, that’s just more bread for me to bake up,
Man if you ain’t hungry, man I’m tryin to get my cake up,
Look at the time, how could you think your shit is sicker than mine,
Ask your homie, ask your girl, ask your nigga that rhyme,
This is Andre mixed with Kanye mixed with Jigga then with Nas,
Couldn’t name a big with a buzz bigger than mine,
Man I’m damn near homeless how I’m picking up dimes,
But nevermind that, look how I’m bringing these clever lines back,
Nigga you’re wack, shoulda fired whoever signed that,
Cole introduced you to Death, and you kept in contact,
Jealous niggas how many chances ya’ll blew?
How many times ya’ll been new? All them advances ya’ll blew,
Now you see me on the rise and throw a tantrum or two,
Like dog I’m iller than him, nigga I’m cancer to you,
You’re barely catching the flu, so who is you?
Dear summer you’re bout to have to tell a couple niggas to loose your number,
Cause Cole World coming later for them bench warmers,
Bitch I get covers you don’t even get covered,
No more stuntin like Knievel though,
I aint evil even though the flow is hella hot my pot is steamin for a reason hoe,
Hiroshima flow, napalm,
Used to pray to God that Funk Flex would drop a bomb,
Man, now he dropping like eight bombs,
Anything’s possible, skinny jeans not a go,
Raps go so deep, they begin to seam nautical,
Grade A, straight A nigga, go check the honor role, boy,
I got a chip on my shoulder the size of a golden nugget,
The industry overlooked me, for that I be holdin grudges,
Wouldn’t take a chance on me suddenly it’s oh you love it,
Let’s get a Cole feature that’s gonna put you over budget,
Now, picture being broke without a pot to piss in,
Then suddenly your idols is your competition,
Used to be like God to me, slowly losing my religion,
As these notes from my composition, turn to compositions,
Then, put it out and let the world sing,
We had dreams just to make it up the flag pole,
Just to find out that our hero’s were some assholes.”

There are definitely a number of quotables in there.

Also, for comic relief, I’ve included Drake’s infamous Hot 97 freestyle that went down a little over a year ago.

DRAKE OR J.COLE?