EXCLUSIVE: The unreleased Cole World joint....

Ayo whattup its ya boy P-Tone aka Cocaine Biceps aka Zeus Hands namsayin. Word is bond. Ayo this shit is another rare exclusive for yalls nahmean. Now that me n the J Cole fans who got offended by how yours truly felt bout his joint done broke bread...the god jus wanted to offer this as a gesture of his thanks n shit yo. Yall probably noticed that there wasn't mad features on that Sideline Story joint....aka Lolmatic....but this is the song that got left off the album apparently yo. This shit aint had no name when it found its way into my hands tho son...n there aint no hook on this shit neither so I mma jus call this shit Mongolian Panthers yo. Hopefully yalls is feelin this shit. Word. 

Aight peace.

BIG GHOST CHRONICLES PRESENTS

A WORLD EXCLUSIVE

MONGOLIAN PANTHERS

Jadakiss





Ayo the grips is all rubber, but the guns is metal, jack

The clips stay full, so if I whip you ya head'll crack

If the rap money stops, yall know how we thuggin it

I still got the scales, the cookware, n the oven mitts



Pockets is still fat, so you ain't gotta lend a coin

I pull up in that Jag truck the color of tenderloin

Niggas hatin Kiss, but I don't mean ta startle kids

when I come thru in that 'Rari the same color as cartilage



Montega Jada, in the streets I'm a warlord

I keep 900 bricks in the ceilings n floorboards

Niggas might hear that, n try to come rob the crib

Next they'll be sayin's  "damn, I think he just shot my ribs"



If Kiss catches a body, I aint sayin it's positive

But I'ma hop a plane n lay low where Shabba lives

Be on that G5 before the D's know who to warn,

And tell these flight attendants that we bout to shoot a porn



Let em gimme top while they still in they uniforms

Afterwards, I have some baked dolphin and unicorns

Its that nigga Montega, no homo or lip balm

My life is like a movie, yall niggas live sitcoms



Pull up in that 'Kunta Kinte wrist shackles gray' Jag

With the stove on my waist, n I don't mean Maytag

Roosters in the luggage, not the kind that'll cockadoodle

Then I jump in a helicopter the color of pasta noodles



Aheeaaaaaaaaaa!

 Pusha





Yuuuuuchhhkk



We kiss the cheeks of the coke czars........

They know our names... send us birthday giftssss n postcards

Our kids plaaay, our wives exchange pleasantries...

We go to dinner, the wine aloooone is eleven Gs



Nigga...I ain't imPRESSED with the present breeds...

Thats why I GUESSsss I only compete with dead emcees

No longer livin...never forget the influence

Surrounded by drug lords and other crime constituents



Pussssh...the ohh-eleven Don Vito...

But I NEVER hand the business down to these conchitos

We move weight from Montana to Montego

Finish what we start...we don't live by Lebron's credo



Yuuuuuchhhk...bitches sayin dude's vain

What you ex-PECT when a G in the pocket's loose change?

80 karats on one finger, thats my moooood ring

Money's my bitch...I ain't lookin for a new fling



......Pull the doors up on that Aventador

Hoes we pass on are the sames ones you cats would die for

What yall be callin dimes, we don't even bat an eye for

Your million dollar chain's a fraction of the one that what i wore



Test us? Naaah.....only the best could

My hoes rock Kate Spade...n Vivienne Westwood

.....Bolivian Express goods....

get dropped off on my door STEP...then swept thru to the next hood.





PUSSSHHH! 

Fabolous

Niggas think they seein F-A-B?

Then I guess they free...

to come test me like the S-A-Ts

We in the V wit the fresh AC

...puffin H-A-Z

We the pimps, not the F-A-Gs

Don't make me let the AK squeeze

all in ya H-A-Ts

I'm the nigga takin 8 days sprees

to tropical islands with trees where bananas hang

Spittin at these hoes wit thug talk n a gang a slang

Homie, you got bitches that look like orangutangs

While I be pullin southern belle hoes n Savannah thangs

I know ya man right here's a burden, so fuck it, sis

The Maybey outside got curtains n buckets, miss

Diamonds in my chain thats the size of McNuggets, bitch

We the kinda niggas you don't bring the ruckus wit

Plus, you ready know the D's watch us, believe this

They aint lettin me go wit 3 watches on each wrist

In the holding cell, we puff cubans n eat fish

An hour til I'm bailed n chuck a deuce from a G6

The Benz got 84" rims with the deep dish

Spend on ya lady more, so you know who she keeps with

Niggas think I'm vain cos my material objects

N I roll around with they dames up in my steering wheel cockpits

I'ma bury ya'll lames cos I'm clearly obnoxious

N the pieces on my chain's the size of cereal boxes

Drake





Awwwhhng



Drizzy



Ackhk............a red plus a blue makes a purple.....

Two wrongs don't make a right, but two broken hearts make a circle

Can a hamster find mafuckin love witta gerbil?

Do two cancers make a virgo? Think I needed to find out...ergo...



I carry errything on my own back.................turtle

Carry my own baggage with me.....what a fuckin purseload

I been airin out my laudry n I'm still just on the first load

It's the bane of my existence, mahfucka..........Kurt Co



Shoutouts to my stylists Kyle, Frankie n Gilberto

My heart is like my stage, nigga....full - dress - rehearsals

T-O show a nigga hate sometimes, it's hurtful

T-Vo Degrassi, mahfuckas, no commercials



Boy I'm poured up, I'm just swirling ma own merlot

Drank so much of that shit boy, I think I need a girdle

But noooooooooooo,  don't make me put ya name in my journal

Cos I be catchin BAWDIES like a robin in a wormhole



They said that Aubs was Aubsolete

Aubviously, they was wrong

Cos the Aubstacles they tryna put before me only made me strong

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww



You don't want no beef with Aubs, vegan

Pussay niggas comin at me, young Aubstetrician

Boy....consider that ma fuckin Aubservations

Reppin for mah family's my only Aub-li-gay-shunnnnnn ooooooooohhhhhhhh

J Cole





Cole........World.....



Straight out the Ville...Niggas sayin...

"You da man now Cole, now how dat feel?" ....I'ma tell y'all the deal

I got up OFF my mama's sofa...n came to the home of Biggie n Hova

The homies tol' me, Cole, you ain't gon make it, we tol'yuh



Years later, them same niggas sayin, "you done blown up!"

Guess what go around come around like a DOUGH-NUT

Guess I'm like a sandwhich, mahfucka I got COLD CUTS

MAN, I came to this city with only FO'Bucks....but SO WHAT



Them same niggas callin like "Cole, we beg ya pardon"

Musta thought my shit was over, but bitch, I was only fartin

Matter fact, I'm stilll eatin that cabbage straight from my garden

Niggas say they spittin, well I guess I must be barfin



Mahfucka, I ain't just spittin, nigga, I'm pukin

N I'ma be poopin while these niggas is only tootin

Nigga, I wrote this at my crib while watchin Juice n,

sippin on some juice n, eatin lotsa fruits n



Veg-ta-boles, ya'lls ain't fresh as Cole's

Might eat a bean burrito like I was from Mex-i-co

And boy, I ain't ashamed to tell you that I shed my tears

Cuz while I was doin that, I guess I shed my fears



Now these bitches become ladies, that don't mean they aint bitchin

Cole World, muthafucka, no jackets, scarfs, or mittens

No furnaces, no  fireplaces, or campfires forever

No snuggies, no blankets, n sorry Drizzy, no sweaters (Drake: Awww)



(J Cole singing)



Rush, rush...

Hurry, hurry lover, come to me

Rush, rush

I wanna see, I wanna see ya get free with meee-eeeeee

Rush, rush

I can feel it, I can feel it all through meeeee

Rush, rush...

Oooooooooh what you do to me