Another quick study break... This track originally showed up on the pre-Warm Up mixtape, American Dreamin': A History Lesson On J. Cole, which was a DJ Tay James and J. Tinsley-hosted project containing many songs that had either previously been on The Come Up or were set to be on Cole's breakout 2009 mixtape. This is one of the tracks that was on neither mixtape and about a week before the release of The Warm Up, Tinsley released this DJ-free rendition. For those of you J. Cole fans who have yet to hear this emotional, uplifting song, it is a must download. It doesn't display Cole's most intricate rhyme schemes, but he doesn't mess around and the self-produced instrumental combines with the inspiring images invoked by the Fayetteville, North Carolina native's natural storytelling in a way that is vintage J. Cole. "Show Me Somethin'" demonstrates further proof of why, at least in this blogger's humble opinion, Cole is the best up and coming emcee in the game today. Hit the jump for the lyrics.
Peace, Love, & J-Dot,
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
What am I here for? I'm a man so why can't I let them tears fall?
But understand trynna' get my head clear y'all,
This shit is on my mind, asking for the Lord to show me all my signs.
Show me something, 'cuz I'm trynna find something,
I'm lost can you show me something?
Huh, I'm lost can you show me something?
Verse 1
I sit and reminisce on them niggas no longer here,
And how I used to hit the mall and y'all was always there.
I sit and think how I didn’t grow up with my father there,
No need to cry cuz it only made me stronger yeah.
I watch my brother get in trouble with the law and yeah,
That shit cut me like I was sitting in a barber chair.
'Cuz I don’t want to see them locked up in them bars in there,
And I don’t want to see him stretched out in a coffin yeah.
I'm wishing I can move my momma out so far from here,
I know that she deserve much better and she worked hard as hell.
That’s why you never see me settle because they want us here,
I'm trynna side step the devil but he heartless yeah,
But just know that I'm a rebel and yo its almost here.
I'm talking 'bout the revolution I am Paul Revere
So dry your eyes momma please you can pause them tears,
'Cuz I promise Im gon get us out of here.
I'm gon' get us out of here.
Chorus
What am I here for? I'm a man so why can't I let them tears fall?
But understand trynna' get my head clear y'all.
This shit is on my mind, asking for the Lord to show me all my signs.
Show me something, 'cuz I'm trynna find something,
I'm lost can you show me something?
Huh, I'm lost can you show me something?
Verse 2
I swear I'm praying for my niggas when I say grace.
I know them niggas don’t care who they hit, they spray strays,
But Lord please protect my family cuz if they grazed...
Niggas is loading up that ammi and them A-K’s.
I know its wrong and that revenge is all in your hands,
But last night I heard they rob and killed an old man.
Now if they cold enough to take a life that’s innocent,
I know that they could give a fuck whether I live and shit.
And so Im asking you if you can hold me down Lord,
Be my umbrella-ella-ella in this down pour.
I know you never ever ever let me drown or,
Wont let that devil-evil-evil win this round, nah.
And though I stray from you, you know that my heart is good,
And I know I ain't exactly living how I probably should.
And Imma try act better like its Hollywood.
Niggas congratulate me, I just tell them “God is good.”
“God is Good!”
But understand trynna' get my head clear y'all,
This shit is on my mind, asking for the Lord to show me all my signs.
Show me something, 'cuz I'm trynna find something,
I'm lost can you show me something?
Huh, I'm lost can you show me something?
Verse 1
I sit and reminisce on them niggas no longer here,
And how I used to hit the mall and y'all was always there.
I sit and think how I didn’t grow up with my father there,
No need to cry cuz it only made me stronger yeah.
I watch my brother get in trouble with the law and yeah,
That shit cut me like I was sitting in a barber chair.
'Cuz I don’t want to see them locked up in them bars in there,
And I don’t want to see him stretched out in a coffin yeah.
I'm wishing I can move my momma out so far from here,
I know that she deserve much better and she worked hard as hell.
That’s why you never see me settle because they want us here,
I'm trynna side step the devil but he heartless yeah,
But just know that I'm a rebel and yo its almost here.
I'm talking 'bout the revolution I am Paul Revere
So dry your eyes momma please you can pause them tears,
'Cuz I promise Im gon get us out of here.
I'm gon' get us out of here.
Chorus
What am I here for? I'm a man so why can't I let them tears fall?
But understand trynna' get my head clear y'all.
This shit is on my mind, asking for the Lord to show me all my signs.
Show me something, 'cuz I'm trynna find something,
I'm lost can you show me something?
Huh, I'm lost can you show me something?
Verse 2
I swear I'm praying for my niggas when I say grace.
I know them niggas don’t care who they hit, they spray strays,
But Lord please protect my family cuz if they grazed...
Niggas is loading up that ammi and them A-K’s.
I know its wrong and that revenge is all in your hands,
But last night I heard they rob and killed an old man.
Now if they cold enough to take a life that’s innocent,
I know that they could give a fuck whether I live and shit.
And so Im asking you if you can hold me down Lord,
Be my umbrella-ella-ella in this down pour.
I know you never ever ever let me drown or,
Wont let that devil-evil-evil win this round, nah.
And though I stray from you, you know that my heart is good,
And I know I ain't exactly living how I probably should.
And Imma try act better like its Hollywood.
Niggas congratulate me, I just tell them “God is good.”
“God is Good!”
Chorus
What am I here for? I'm a man so why can't I let them tears fall?
But understand trynna' get my head clear y'all.
This shit is on my mind, asking for the Lord to show me all my signs.
Show me something, 'cuz Im trynna find something.
I'm lost can you show me something?
Huh, I'm lost can you show me something?
Verse 3
Yeah, huh, yeah my niggas drug dealing in the trap,
I'm telling you wake up nigga it’s a trap-you set up.
And to them young mothers fed up, just keep your head up,
Don’t let up, you fall, you get up!
You make your bed up that you sleep in,
Fake rappers ain't practicing what they preachin',
They tell you hit the trap while they relaxing on the beach and,
I'm here to spit the facts, a nigga back flipped off the deep end,
And smell this shit for what it is, not Kells but I love the kids,
And so I make the songs that let 'em know that they important,
'Cuz them racist teachers couldn’t give a fuck 'bout what they score is.
So they try get them hands up on them grants like Horace,
Now they slangin', before you know it cops is knockin', they got warrants, damn!
Uh, and now he running for it, damn!
Yeah and now the cops is running for him, damn!
And now he finally slowing down,
Hands behind your head, lay down on the ground nigga.
Chorus
What am I here for? I'm a man so why can't I let them tears fall?
But understand trynna' get my head clear y'all,
This shit is on my mind, asking for the Lord to show me all my signs.
Show me something, 'cuz I'm trynna find something.
I'm lost can you show me something?
Huh, I'm lost can you show me something?
But understand trynna' get my head clear y'all.
This shit is on my mind, asking for the Lord to show me all my signs.
Show me something, 'cuz Im trynna find something.
I'm lost can you show me something?
Huh, I'm lost can you show me something?
Verse 3
Yeah, huh, yeah my niggas drug dealing in the trap,
I'm telling you wake up nigga it’s a trap-you set up.
And to them young mothers fed up, just keep your head up,
Don’t let up, you fall, you get up!
You make your bed up that you sleep in,
Fake rappers ain't practicing what they preachin',
They tell you hit the trap while they relaxing on the beach and,
I'm here to spit the facts, a nigga back flipped off the deep end,
And smell this shit for what it is, not Kells but I love the kids,
And so I make the songs that let 'em know that they important,
'Cuz them racist teachers couldn’t give a fuck 'bout what they score is.
So they try get them hands up on them grants like Horace,
Now they slangin', before you know it cops is knockin', they got warrants, damn!
Uh, and now he running for it, damn!
Yeah and now the cops is running for him, damn!
And now he finally slowing down,
Hands behind your head, lay down on the ground nigga.
Chorus
What am I here for? I'm a man so why can't I let them tears fall?
But understand trynna' get my head clear y'all,
This shit is on my mind, asking for the Lord to show me all my signs.
Show me something, 'cuz I'm trynna find something.
I'm lost can you show me something?
Huh, I'm lost can you show me something?
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