Jermaine Cole better known at J. Cole. He is a singer songwriter/rapper. That doesn't get enough credit for his work. J. Cole has great lyricism, honesty and fearlessness in his raps. One of my Favorite songs is false prophets in that songs he says "These rappers insecure they talk about being a man so much I finally understand that they ain't even sure bout who they are and why they do this" he basically tells us that he notices how some rappers aren't happy with all the work they put out and they should be secure in what they decide to publish.
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A lot of people felt that J. Cole was dissing Kanye West
and Wale, but others felt like he was just simply trying to give them a couple words of readjustment so they can keep the same energy and focus. Cole is saying that Kanye West and Wale should start writing their own raps again "And I know he so bitter he can't see his own blessings/Goddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans" he doesn't want them to lose their individuality in the music.
Even with all the male artist in music industry, they tend to entertain their fans with profanity like " bitches and hoes ". We don't see that as the picture J Cole is trying to convey. Throughout most of the R&B Hip hop music, it has shown Patriarchy. Males are dominating like J Cole says how man egos are starting to get the best of them. The lyrics itself describes how he thinks that people should go back to speaking about whats going on now instead of speaking about sex and what men want to do with females.
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, life is a balance
You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these niggas trippin'
Ego in charge of every move, he's a star
And we can't look away
You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these niggas trippin'
Ego in charge of every move, he's a star
And we can't look away
The first verse explains society as a whole with the consumerism going on in the world today. Every day we see music but is it really music? It's hard to be a star so people try to make music based on what's trending. Maybe J. Cole is right about egos and how overall the music really could be justified as a way of expressing the musicians ego.
Due to the days that he caught our hearts
He's fallin' apart, but we deny it
Justifying that half-ass shit 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 nigga 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 shit was purer and he
The type of nigga swear he real but all around him's fake
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say somethin' to contest him
So he grows out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, wonder what happened
Maybe it's my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the words that he rappin'
When come to find out, these niggas don't even write they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the shit
Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself
Well, fuck 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
Playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets
Justifying that half-ass shit 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 nigga 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 shit was purer and he
The type of nigga swear he real but all around him's fake
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say somethin' to contest him
So he grows out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, wonder what happened
Maybe it's my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the words that he rappin'
When come to find out, these niggas don't even write they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the shit
Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself
Well, fuck 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
Playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
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, niggas don't fuck with him, the shit is depressin'
And I know he so bitter he can't see his own blessings
Goddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans, nigga
And a platform to make a classic rap song
To change a nigga life, but you too anxious livin' life
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever fuckin' did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fuckin' with it
But in a sense I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a nigga 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 niggas to worship me? False prophets
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, niggas don't fuck with him, the shit is depressin'
And I know he so bitter he can't see his own blessings
Goddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans, nigga
And a platform to make a classic rap song
To change a nigga life, but you too anxious livin' life
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever fuckin' did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fuckin' with it
But in a sense I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a nigga 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 niggas to worship me? False prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
These rappers insecure
They talk about being a man so much I finally understand that they ain't even sure
'Bout who they are and why they do this
Guess I'm included in that category
As a nigga who done had the glory
My highest moments come from tellin' all the saddest stories
I've seen in my life, I be fiendin' to write
Songs that raise the hair on my arms
My lowest moments came from tryin' too hard
To impress some niggas that couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out
I care nothin' 'bout opinions
I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make your wish
This is dedicated to the ones who listen to me on some faithful shit
I'm on some thankful shit
But the real God is in you, not the music you coppin'
I hear my old shit and I know I can top it, false prophets
They talk about being a man so much I finally understand that they ain't even sure
'Bout who they are and why they do this
Guess I'm included in that category
As a nigga who done had the glory
My highest moments come from tellin' all the saddest stories
I've seen in my life, I be fiendin' to write
Songs that raise the hair on my arms
My lowest moments came from tryin' too hard
To impress some niggas that couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out
I care nothin' 'bout opinions
I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make your wish
This is dedicated to the ones who listen to me on some faithful shit
I'm on some thankful shit
But the real God is in you, not the music you coppin'
I hear my old shit and I know I can top it, false prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
False prophets
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
False prophets
I think the overall meaning of the song is directing to other musicians who tend to make music but don't really make their lyrics. It's like Cole knows music so he feels that the other musicians should be getting back to real music and not making bullshit. Some of the people in the music industry were legends and now they are starting to be seen as trash. Problem is are the people who are listening to the music concerned or other musicians that are competing?
K.Y
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