It's Cole time. A new album of his, entitled 4 Your Eyez Only, appeared on iTunes yesterday with a December 9 release date. Then last night, he put out a new Tidal documentary called "Eyez" that proved the veracity of 4 Your Eyez Only, which will be his first project since 2014 Forest Hills Drive. New music, presumably from the album, can be heard in "Eyez," and the documentary also includes a music video to a song that has been tentatively titled "False Prophets." While riding the bus, Cole raps about a hip-hop star whom he used to look up to but has since let him down. Many fans have speculated that much of the song is directed at the Kanye West, who recently returned home from the hospital after suffering a mental breakdown due to exhaustion and high stress.
Kanye's unraveling mental state was obvious during the few "Saint Pablo" performances he struggled through in the days leading up to his hospitalization. Watch a rip of the "False Prophets" video below.
Here are the lyrics of both of Cole's verses on "False Prophets."
Verse 1
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 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 they be rappin'
But 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
And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it; false prophets
*For obvious reasons, the line about rappers who "don't even write they shit" has been more so tied to Drake, whose enlistment of help with his lyrics has forever condemned him to phoniness in the eyes of hip-hop traditionalists who, undoubtedly, see Cole as their prophet.
Verse 2
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
*Again, Kanye would seem to be the primary target on verse 2.
