Introduction
Spent most of yesterday locked into my laptop trying to learn something new.
Never far from YouTube or Gossip Columns.
One of the click baits I clicked on is ‘Jay-Z Opens Up About Alleged Feud With Kanye West and Reveals “What Really Hurt” Him‘.
In the segment he brought up “No I.D.”, Ernest Dion Wilson.
Lyrics
Nas, J. Cole, No I.D.
In his track “Let Nas Down“, J. Cole spoke about No I.D. upping the ante …
Dion called me when it dropped, sounded sad but sincere
Told me Nas heard your single and he hate that …
Said, “You the one, yo, why you make that …?”
J. Cole & Wale
In his track “False Prophet” on the second verse, J. Cole spoke about his good friend, 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, 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
Wale’s Response
I’m on my way to Raleigh so grateful for that inspiration
I’ll see you at the game bro
Ralph
One way too aggressive nemesis, and these never-ending spells with bipolar depression all, the while progressing
Maybe I mind my business and count my blessings
Be a living testament, a walking embodiment for
Everybody that’s been endlessly tested
And maybe resent the sentiment that they rarely respected
Maybe I mind my business and count my blessings
I’m just gonna get my black ass in this booth, cut loose so I can buy papaya juice for my beautiful black baby
And I love you Zyla, but if this game kills your father
Know we started off as a passenger, put some passion in it
And some non-passive aggressiveness
Just know he toured the world with Ross and gave him his first platinum plaque that he ain’t even had to adlib, rap or even talk on
Nah this Folarin with the art of sad song that TT wrote and bad girl RiRi
While I watch these discount niggas buy their way in with their lay-away effort
And lay waste to the very game I did my best in
Battling my label
One way too aggressive nemesis, and these never-ending spells with bipolar depression all, the while progressing
Maybe I mind my business and count my blessings
Be a living testament, a walking embodiment for
Everybody that’s been endlessly tested
And maybe resent the sentiment that they rarely respected
Maybe I mind my business and count my blessings
Everyday is groundhog’s day
So what you say I anticipate, cause I heard it forever and ever and ever
Ain’t no way in hell the devil gon’ stop my endeavors, yes
Forever underrated ’til Undertaker makes his presence
And as we know, the utmost praise for those who cannot feel it
So maybe I mind my business and provide for my Zyla, her mama and my niggas
And one day buy a house for Big I, Emilola, Roberto, Diane and Jordan
So they can enjoy the journey I’ve endured that’ll probably kill me
I mind my business
I mind my business
Nigga mind your business
And in this dark time, if we don’t find a reason to smile
We ain’t never gon’ shine nigga
J. Cole & Cozz
Look, I never admit it, tryna get my brother acquitted
Yo’ tell the judge I be happy to pay him off if he’s with it
My flesh and blood, hauled off to the cell
I search for heaven as I see him getting lost in this hell
Headed for coffin or jail, to never try is the ultimate fail
But love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves
Deep, I guess I love a lot
Because the more I do my thang the more I feel the guilt and shame that my brother’s not
Reminisce as we was kids screaming “Fuck a cop”
Guess he took it serious, for me that shit was just for props
Videos
- Wale
Jay Z
The Podcast is title “RAP RADAR / EPISODE 10 – JAY-Z PART 1”.
And, here are some links to the podcast.
- jay-z-kanye-west-444-tidal-rap-radar-podcast-interview
link
Summary
Words come in so many different ways.
Some are public, while others are private.
With time we learn whether they are to hold us back.
Or whether they are to encourage us.
Prayerfully don’t mistake words to “Grow On” with ones “To Miss“.
Letting Cole have the last words…
But love is wanting more for someone than they want for themselves
