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He previewed 2 songs off the album in a new documentary he released today
From the first song (Everybody Dies?):
Going at Lil Yachty, Lil Uzi Vert, all these short Pitchfork-championed mumble rappers, especially Lil Yachty who was dissing legends in tweets a while back, and who's got something against people who actually rap
From the second song (False Prophetz?):
Every line in that verse is pretty much about Kanye/Drake. Kanye was one of J. Cole's early idols/influences, and everything in that verse (it makes sense now as to why Kanye & Cole have always had a lot of separation between them) is probably Cole's thoughts about Kanye. The latter half of the verse probably applies to Drake too
2nd verse might also be about Wale
Young Simba taking no prisoners
Upped his percussion game too, his drums don't sound like some muddy 2009 shyt anymore
He previewed 2 songs off the album in a new documentary he released today
From the first song (Everybody Dies?):
Line up nikkas in order of who you think can really fukk with me most
Then I tuck the heat close, if he don't duck then he ghost
Ain't no need for discussion, if they weren't talking 'bout the bread these motherfukkers be toast
Clap at the fake deep rappers, the OG gatekeep rappers, the would you take a break please rappers
A bunch of words and ain't saying shyt I hate these rappers
Especially the amateur 8 week rappers
Lil "whatever", just another short bus rapper
Fake drug dealers turn tour bus trappers
Napoleon complex, you this tall rappers
Get exposed standing next to 6"4 rappers
The streets don't fukk with you, you Pitchfork rappers
Chosen by the white man you hipster rappers
Going at Lil Yachty, Lil Uzi Vert, all these short Pitchfork-championed mumble rappers, especially Lil Yachty who was dissing legends in tweets a while back, and who's got something against people who actually rap
From the second song (False Prophetz?):
Ego in charge of every move, he's a star
And we can't look away due to the days that he caught our hearts
He's falling apart but we deny it
Justifying that half ass shyt he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius but it's clearer lately
It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time when this nikka was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him when he said his shyt was purer and he
The type of nikka swear he real but all around him's fake
The women, the dikkriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say something to contest him
So he grows out of control into the person that he truly was all along, it's starting to show, damn
Wonder what happened
Maybe it's my fault for idolizing nikkas based off the words they be rappin'
But come to find out, these nikkas don't even write they shyt
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the shyt
Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself
Well fukk it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help
While the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old shyt, knowin' he won't top it
False prophets
Every line in that verse is pretty much about Kanye/Drake. Kanye was one of J. Cole's early idols/influences, and everything in that verse (it makes sense now as to why Kanye & Cole have always had a lot of separation between them) is probably Cole's thoughts about Kanye. The latter half of the verse probably applies to Drake too
2nd verse might also be about Wale
I got a homie, he a rapper and he wanna win bad
He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that's been had
By all the legends
So every time I see him, he stressin'
Talkin' 'bout, nikka's don't fukk with him, the shyt is depressin'
And I know he so bitter he can't see his own blessin's
God damn nikka, you too blind to see you got fans nikka
And a platform to make a classic rap song
To change a nikka life, but you too anxious livin' life
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever fukkin' did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a fukk who fukkin' with it
But in a sense I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a nikka up late
Writin' words, hopin' people observe the dedication
That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurred
Do I do it for the love of the music or is there more to me?
Do I want these nikka's to worship me?
False prophets
Young Simba taking no prisoners

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