Joe C Note - Planes (Freestyle)

Instrumental - 
'Recollection' by ThatKidGoran

Looking out this window pain,
Going up like indo in flames,
Mentals on a different plane
Spit this plain and simple, still
Watch it go over your head 
While I look like I’m skipping grades
But I’ve been feeling like I’m swimming 
In this mental haze, till I’m swerving
Switching lanes, cas I can’t see the road 
Can’t see my goals, can’t seem to blow 
That's the thought that captures your soul
Cas when you don’t put the work in
You’ll never know if it’s worth it,
Never know how it feels to spend a mil
In one purchase, if you feelings still
Spill to the surface, 
skill can’t be purchased
So when you earn it, go hang 
That tool on your belt 
Right next to the burner
Been sitting here burning it down
Yeah, I bet you heard of me now
You’ll see my girl sitting pretty
In something burgundy, brown
With the Leather Seats, bet the speakers 
sound better than coachella
now bounce to the beat,
The shit you spit is perjury,
I'm sick and skipping surgery
But my aunt got on a list for 
A new liver this May, New pain, 
new gains, cop me some new Jays
Cas its a new day, kickflips like lupe
Which whip will I chose today
Sitting at enterprise how Ironic
How I’m building my enterprise,
Hop in the ride n’ devise a plan,
Strategize, like back in high school
Just sitting with my ganja plants
Finna get to the lost lands
Where only a few can go
Talkin bout a boss plan
Where only you will know how it feels
So make it real, don’t take a pill
Just stay for real, we need you still,
complain or deal, No pain no gain for real
Pause.

When I was 19, The cops drove 
my homie to the cliff 
On the edge he shot himself 
and left two little kids
All over the drugs, 
The dealers caught my other homie
slipping, and didn't leave a print
Merked him and left him in his whip,
Through a clip on the the throttle
Watched him swerve, hit a pothole
And the rest is history, 
Seen what the drug game does
And it aint never done shit to me
Still I leave alone, this day and age
A million ways to make a mil
A billion ways to break a bill
So better take this shit serious
All these kids they ain't hearing it
Believe in yourself you don’t need 
No one else, period!
Pause.

Only one way out, gotta keep pace 
Gotta run the right route in this race
Or it’s gonna be lights out, you can
catch two too the face, true shit
blue lips on a monday, have ya 
Moms droppin tulips on a sunday
My soul is too rich for the money, 
so you can have it, talkin bout
Whos established, who’s the baddest
But shit who’s really got the balance
I could be practically covered in carats
And still never feel better than this
Pause.

Give me a reason, or better yet just
Give me the beat, get me a pot
And give me the seasoning, whip
It up in the stew, spit it slick with
Not brew, hell I hardly even eat
Practically Starving in this booth
hardly even human, martian in the booth
So pardon me I can’t even logically
Talk to people without common goals
Rock n roll, chop and go, walking
While I’m locked and loaded, 
Not to rub it in your face like 
some topicals, but I got a 
lot to show, and that is not promotion
I’m just popping off cas its possible 
That you don't gotta be joe 
rogan to break the bank just to
talk to folks, Low and behold
your honorable, shock the whole
World on a stop and go, meaning
That I bring that feeling with me on tour 
To a lot of shows like J cole
Adding to hip hops honor roll 
Bet I put that on the bible, 
As people worships these false idols
I walk by em, talking about on  arrival
Coming out looking like Killer mike 
when he dropped Michael,
CAs that was the title but 
It could’ve been called 
Album of the year a long shot, 
manifesting them blessings 
seeing god appear in the mirror,
then the call dropped..

I'm like damn, you can’t be serious…

Ohhh yeah, airplane mode right?
Haha, smoke it up!
Joe C Note! Back in the building baby!

Awesome (feat. Pusha-T)

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