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FINALLY! J. Cole is back, and this time, he brought the whole Dreamville squad with him. On Friday, Cole dropped the highly anticipated labe compilation album, Revenge Of The Dreamers III, and judging by the reactions on social media, it’s everything fans wanted…and then some.
https://twitter.com/TheRealBryant_/status/1147199117661233152
Leave it to the North Carolina legend and his artists to deliver a quality body of work full of soulful beats, mind-blowing bars and eloquent vocals that ensures this project will go down in the history books.
Everyone from JID, to Cozz to Bas graced the album and evidently pushed their pens to the limit.
If you haven’t checked out ROTD III yet, you’re missing out on some of the best music of the Summer. Hit the flip to check out the most powerful bars on the album that is sure proof that Dreamville is taking over.
J. Cole (Down Bad)
Now little Jermaine got the same story
As that boy out of St. Vincent-St. Mary: G.O.A.T.
All hail King Cole, first of his name, long may he reign
The boy got the throne, but you know it ain’t a game
Ville nigga, I was born in the same
Deante Hitchcock (PTSD)
Most ’em dead ’cause they ain’t follow they dream
The power of a higher entity entered me
Mentally, physically, spiritually, I’m on a whole different energy
Fuck the world, but I need you to remember me
Cozz (LamboTruck)
So if I can’t get a response from my label
And get some more food on my table
We can turn this thing into a fable
And take what I can if I’m able
Ari Lennox (Self Love)
I’m leaving with outer purpose
Wearing it on the surface, love
Making it look good
Meanwhile it’s been hurting, oh
Mez (Costa Rica)
Niggas got me tight like Arthur’s fist and shit
Like I’m not an arsonist and shit
Not a nigga that you wanna argue with
‘Cause then you fucking with your future like Larsa Pippen, shit
Johnny Venus (Down Bad)
It’s a brand new season, I’m a righteous heathen
I take on the challenge and I leave it bleedin’
J. Cole (Under The Sun)
Niggas is with all that barking, we send ’em a stray
So in a way we the dogcatchers
How many bullets your dawg catchin’?
Sawed-off, raw dog fashion
Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn
Baby Rose (Self Love)
Tired of all this faking
Wearing all of this makeup
And meanwhile feeling complacent
Fitting in, feeling basic and
Meanwhile tryna replace him
JID (Down Bad)
Father said that I was a force
.44, Hank Aaron chrome
Wanna make it home? Then get out the Porsche
Let a nigga cover FADER ‘fore I have to fade a nigga at the FADER Fort
Saba (Sacrifices)
Look at what a motherfucker do for the cash and take
They’ll be right across your head like it’s Ash Wednesday
You got to just get off your ass like your ass is fake
You can’t sit, and if we ain’t siblings, then I can’t relate