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CARDIAC ARREST
01:58
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‘CARDIAC ARREST’
Guess who~comin' crystal clear, flip that light switch
Goin'– hella strong, plenty years I been doin' this
{-} Yeah, still underground, but I'm gonna change that
All part of God's will, ain't a soul gon' faze that
Look— I won't ever rest 'til it's cardiac arrest
Workin' for that greatness, hella blessed, pass the test
In the flesh, future legend; some won't ever like me
{-} Think I'm givin' a fuck? Nah, bruh, not likely
{-} Feelin' mighty wit' the city on my back, doin' reps
Gonna drop it on whoever I'm aware done slept
{-} You get swept, I'm a concrete slab
'Bouta make Wasabi Cakes, got a bucket full of crabs
Powerful– overshadow all that say my shit is drab
Comin' for that spot, best avoid me like the COVID jab
{-} Wanna-bes get laughed at, 'fraid to walk like it
I done put it all in motion 'cause I talk like it (Yessuh!)
{-} Always had them bars, no playground that I penned
Have 'em seein' stars, I don't play 'round when you send
Niggaz at my neck, sideways, torticollis
Respect it when I wreck, from the core I'm more than solid
I could never roll, kid ya' kind is sorta squalid
Would rather be ducked off in China like some corydalis (Yessuh!)
{-} An' it goes how it goes
Middle finger po-nine, quadruple to my foes
Hook(x1):
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin' — Look, –I will never rest 'til it's cardiac arrest
Spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is —
**gunshot**
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‘#NFEShit: The Next Chapter’
Verse:
Niggaz thought I was done, shit's just commencin'
From the +TIP+, tryna +FOIL+ like a match of fencin'
Refusal to change an' they mad offended
Raw offensive, escaped where they had me fenced-in
{-} Said I would quit, but I wasn't pretendin'
Gave it a once over, said this ain't how it's endin'
Just gotta move back, –rework what I intended
Stick to my guns, no Second Amendment
{-} Foodforthought, full-line like vendin'
All heart an' soul, NFE's ascendin'
Say it wit' my chest, no regrets or takebacks
{-} Street-smart flow/Flo, but– no Vic Tayback
Hooks like junkyard cranes
E'ry track puttin' niggaz in a scrap heap
Sauce like mesquite, on a Havoc rap beat
Niggaz lack/lac like teats, but I'm back like Backstreet
Preach on the beat 'til they speak in tongues
Fools gettin' broiled from the heat I brung
No need to reach, go deep to build
Say it's all on YOU/EWE like sheep in a field
Or all on YOU like we finna +CRANK THAT+
{-} Take it on the road, I'ma Winnebague [Winnebago] that
Hear 'em when he flow, not a really vague cat
Moreso in ya' face, like– where the stage at
{-} Hit 'em all in they neck an' wave cap
Ain't ever gotta surf when you where the wave at
Yeah, –I been live, need a studio audience
Fools won't survive, once dude bring the slaughter in
Foolin' 'em all again, like the court jester
{-} Armstrong or Triboulet, strong an' he don't play
Stay armed wit' them bars, on Mars where he gon' stay
Peep where the chips fall, all salt like Frito-lay
{-} I'm just lettin' this shit build
No other way to put it, 'cept to tell you this shit's real
Slow an' steady does it, lettin' my heart heal
My ex fucked me over after seein' my heart spilled
Know how much I love her, now she a cold bitch
I keep pressin' on, though I'm feelin' my soul split
Same ol' song, an' you flowin' the whole shit
Karma's a muhfucka whenever the roles switch
But– hop to it, chop-chop, carry on
Head high, keep calm, good vibes? Very strong
You can count on me, Semper Fi wit' e'ry song
{-} Take it all back if I see I was ever wrong
Toss it in my stew, seasonin' when the soup's on
No more holdin' back an' hittin' y'all wit' a soupçon
Back in, back to work, throwin' my suit on
{-} I'm Sandman at Apollo, you get the boot -- gone
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HOWITZER
02:21
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‘HOWITZER’
Verse:
Be all over the beat/beet, like honey balsamic
Spit a necrotized perineum, make 'em all vomit
'Cause I'm sick, so who want it? The N95–
Is withdrawn; {-} so washed up, y'all spit prawn
An' seafoam; reengineering ya' genome
Y'all been– resistin' so hard, startin' to see ohms
No need to fight it, hella down-to-earth like a erdgeist
Bound to get hype off the 'lific words that this nerd schrijft
Words right, kill 'em soft— Dave Chappelle
Food for thought, {-} topped wit' some hollandaise or béchamel
Cray like Nantua, this what the fans fuel
You feel brave? Then gamble like FanDuel
Too many– goin' viral wit' these TikTok tracks
So it– begs the question: where the Hip-hop at?
You can– call me a hater, out-of-touch an' old-fashioned
I'll wear– e'ry one of them hats in a bold fashion
Was– down a minute, now I'm oh so back
Reloaded, brash an', ready to scold an' bash in–
Craniums of these numbskulls, lackin' the brains
Aimless, walk around zombified, vapid an' vain
Tappin' the vein, but there's no withdrawal, only injection
Divine intervention? {-} More like holy inflection
See the angels steer me right, but the anger in my life
Skew the angles, now the light is all mangled in my sight
{-} Been strangled all my life, now you hear me loud an' clear
No chokin', heart is spoken, bars weighin' down ya' ear
{-} I'm takin' out the fear, shakin' off the cobwebs
Cleanin' up the rust; bruh, it's do it now or bust
Got a lust for more than life, a lust for what's correct
A lust for all that's just, an' trust—that's real direct
Get wrecked, {-} respect how my style hit ya'
You got the snub? Well, I got the howitzer
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‘Top of My Game (#BARZfromNFE, Pt. 1)’
Verse:
Top of my game like Kojima an' Miyamoto
Arsenal is flame, burn 'em down like that tower in Johto
{-} Red light on 'em like photography rooms
Move out the doldrums where monotony looms
Get consumed tryna compare rhymin'
Be a– no-show like a unaired pilot
Shine like a sunflare, none dare try 'em
Up there cryin', claims of an unfair triumph
Classic game, {-} NFE kickin' Famicom
I hit the top, gon' put the fammy on
I ain't even concerned, fuck if a Grammy come
{-} Only here to drop bars, an' tally qualms
Yeah, all y'all on, but you sound wrong
If you see I'm calm? Won't be around long
'Cause a storm up-ahead, right around the corner
{-} It's gon' hit like a blitz, cue the sound of mourners
Break down the borders, kill the funny habits
Show me opportunity, I'ma run an' grab it
Put me on right there, let me run my magic
Bet all them niggaz shit echidnas an' some bunny rabbits
All these rappers too sweet, yeah they honey-slathered
{-} I'm like 22 runaway semis in a ton of traffic
–Gotta keep the money lathered
{-} Means to get it legal, all yo' money trafficked
Now– I ain't tryna knock yo' hustle
But I will ankle-break, peep the muscle
See I got change to make, keep the tussle
No time to skirmish, no time for squirmin'
Rhymes get burnished, spit-shine mine; that's earnest
Plus this mind inside is like a furnace
No Hananiah, Azariah or Mishael
Deliver all from evil, {-} go against the grain like a weevil
Do it for the fam like Diesel, –Vin
Been had the drive, on my heart is the VIN
NOS tank in my pen
{-} Took off on niggaz, watch 'em twist in the wind
Down for that win, muhfucka eat my dust
Dedicated like Weezy, this is more than lust
Who do you trust? God or circumstance?
{-} Nothing's ever linear with the work of man
You can call it fate, or say it's all a work of chance
But– never use today to see where ya' worth'll stand
On tomorrow, –'cause while now's full of joy
{-} Followin' hours could be full of sorrow
Unfortunate events in a series like FLEER
{-} You can trade cards, or play 'em by ear
Whatever you choose, make sure it's all clear
{-} The sheer force of freedom will eliminate fear
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G.I.A.N.T.S. (#TheREDUX)
02:16
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‘G.I.A.N.T.S. (#TheREDUX)’
Hook A(x1):
Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz— that's true
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, ya heard me?
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz— all day
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, c'mon
Verse 1:
NFE– back in the buildin', Memphis been on the map
I– came for the glory like that guy who made ‘Culdesac’
I'm still at the bottom, scratchin' my way to the top
All these crabs in a bucket, will snatch you down for the guap
Try an' pay 'em no mind, worryin' can't define me
Cloaked deep in the dark, not even Dagger could find me
Givin' credit to God, Almighty designed me
Make the best of my trials, sit that trouble behind me
He's– still a work in progress, y'all— nobody's perfect
Flaws make the individual great— watch how I work it
I was born to be chaotic an' go hard in the paint
Time of the essence, {-} I take charge, pull rank
Cash rules e'rything around me, I can't lie
{-} No longer takin' shorts for this green; know why?
{–} I gotta have it in each an' e'ry way
That's the thought in my head each an' e'ry day
Hook B (x1):
That I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz— all facts
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, no doubt
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, ya heard me?
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz— all life
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up
I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, ya heard me?
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‘Be Good 2 a N!gg@ (The Malediction)’
Intro:
Look… this ain't aimed at one particular broad, man. It's more of a… like the pastors say: What I say unto one, I say unto all! **laughs** Fuck it though, let's kill the talkin'…
Verse:
You either ride for a nigga, or get rode over
Guaranteed, another bitch lookin' over ya' shoulder
An' - she gon' ride 'til the wheels is lost
Reveal the cost, can pay it an' I still will floss
Real talk, bitch, mind ya' manners, don't speak
–Actin' like ya' shit is lilac an' won't reek
Never wanna put out, but think a nigga won't creep
Kill the vibe all the time an' think a nigga won't sleep
Better– peep game, an' do what is required
If you think that ass worthy of that ring you desire
Stop– all them lies, ho ya' Vickie's on fire
Cut it short wit' that preachin', you done sickened the choir
Lotta– red flags, meant to expire
Eyes– finally wide, should've been so prior
This is— real king shit, call me sire
An' if ya'– lookin' for dreams, find another supplier
(Ya' punk-ass bitch…)
Outro:
Yeah, man, that's how you have to put it to these bitches. Like, they want a nigga to acquiesce to their demands and be henpecked, but it's never gon' be that. You gotta, or rather– WE GOTTA, take our power back. Stop puttin' rings on these tramps after only datin' for a fuckin' year. Stop changin' up for hoes that are gonna stay the same. Fuck, man, so much more I could say on this shit, but I'm gonna end it here. Ain't gon' talk to you all night, so let it ride out…
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‘This is NFE (FreetheStyleMIX)’
Hook A(x1):
Give a fuck about a crown, I'm just here to put it down, nigga
This is N.F.E.
Just a Boom Bap rapper comin' from the M-Town, boy
What you get is what you see
I say fuck a damn crown, peep how I lay it down, nigga
This is N.F.E.
One confident emcee, full faith in his sound, bruh
Get a taste of who I be
Verse:
I don't rap, I let my stomach growl– gon' feel the hunger
From the jungle, but my record mo' clean than Felix Unger
Nigga Westwood my base, where I operate
It's like the Batcave and the Baxter Building
I be cookin' up magic, double toil an' trouble
Max muscle in my hustle, tryna be another Russell
Prayin' that I bubble like– hydrogen perox
Poured on a wound, knee skinned on the rocks
But, BUT—that's what you get when ya' trippin'
Movin' too fast, nann nann, I caught ya' slippin'
N–now, now, just look at that, luck's flippin'
Tryna be a Jordan when– you ain't got no Pippen
Uhn, success– mo' attainable wit' the right folk in ya' corner
Now you sufferin' an'— soon to be a goner
Realize you don't wanna be a loser
Another dreg, pegged as an abuser
Respect to Jidenna, had to put my own spin
On this like contestants, life is ‘Wheel of Fortune’
Crusher Creel absorption, touch and feel a portion
Busters feel important, flushed, he feel the torsion
Yeah, –all twisted like a Cheech an' Chong doobie
Got my life all in the red, but I see beyond ruby
{-} Visualize all colors in the spectrum
But all I see is green, the rest is rectum
Beats need medevac– wartime wrecked 'em
Feng shui for the mind, don't deplore my decor
Am– brosia for heads, sip more of my nectar
Ain't no haters left posted on the floor, I checked 'em
Niggaz so comedy, ain't talkin' irreverent
Nah, they more irrelevant, let it burn an' settle in
If I ain't ill, man– pots callin' kettles then
If you think you best, well come an' test my mettle, friend
Niggaz be foul/fowl an' they softer than down
On that new school shit, tryna soften my sound
I be chillin' like a lizard, like I'm off in a lounge
Avoidin' all the fake fuckz tryna offer me pounds
If you actin' like a clown, well–, I ain't fuckin' witcha at all
Report all grievances to my dick an' my balls
If I slip an' I fall, it won't be in a void
{–} R.I.P. to David Dorn, an' George Floyd
Hook B(x1):
{–} I'm just here to put it down, nigga
This is N.F.E.
Just a Boom Bap rapper comin' from the M-Town, boy
What you get is what you see
I say fuck a damn crown, peep how I lay it down, nigga
This is N.F.E.
One confident emcee, full faith in his sound, bruh
Get a taste of who I be
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‘#BONUS: Methods of Rhyme - Da' Flyest {NFE's Verse}’
Chorus(×1):
'09 to now, our tracks are still cold
Top of our game– act like y'all know
Fruits of hard work, that's all in our flow
(Make the flyest bangers)
Unapologetic, the way that we glow
E'ry sixteen's a Mossberg to the dome
Comfortable here, the mic is like home
(Hate us? We don't blame ya')
Verse 1 [NFE Da' Unaffiliated]:
I put it down like a emperor— respectfully
I hold a crown, ain't na'nn 'nother that's next to me
Except Trell, M.o.R 'til I–
Shuffle off this mortal coil to that kingdom in the sky, yeah
{-} Been at it since a youngin', twenty-six years
Day in an' day out, anxiety an' tears
That anxiety is fierce, only reason I been draggin' my feet
Full of fear, hear the chatterin' teeth
There's a dragon in me, like Liu Kang
Cold when he rap on the beat, yeah, dude bang
Some get to hear 'em, be trippin' like loose strangs
They know he got it all in the pocket like loose change
Of course, Methods reign supreme like Steph Strange
From the source, all this flame we bring— it def bang
{-} Names def rang, rockin' like Def Leppard
Y'all terrestrial, we galactic like Commander Shepard
Chorus(×1)
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Fineprint NFE Memphis, Tennessee
Born January 11, 1988 in Memphis, TN; Eddie White (Known as Fineprint NFE) yearned to be an entertainer. Whether through acting, poetry or music, he knew he wanted to shine. He started out with aspirations of being a comic book artist and poet, but the poetry part soon turned into rapping. At the present time, he's perfecting his craft as an artist. Stay tuned. ... more
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