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‘THE SEED (GIMME WHAT U OWE ME)’
Intro:
Haha! C'mon, man! You muhfuckaz thought I was done for, huh? Thought I'd left the game? Man…
Well, shit, I almost did. That was until I realized I couldn't just let e'rythang go like that, ya' know? I'm due too much in this muhfucka. But fuck it. Let's kill the talkin'. I BRING TO YOU!!
Verse 1:
Make no mistake, you should know how long
I been at it, barely restin', I can go that strong
–Arrested by setbacks, invest in that get-back
Master of the plan, safety-net be the next track
I– do this for the sake of my future
Tryna build a +EMPIRE+, y'all done made me a +LUCIOUS+
Never lyin', just a lion that be wise like Confucius
{-} Tend to keep it movin', you should never confuse us
Twenty whales on my shoulder, cats couldn't hold that weight
Plenty failed since I'm older, now they passively hate
–Saw the shit in 4K, stats would deflate
All it took for me was timin', tactically great
An' the tracks that I blaze? Shatter the mold
Well-structured, ne'erdowells hit the back, 'cause they old
Still goin' for the gold, know they owe me that
NFE be on a roll like a obese back; c'mon…
Hook(×2):
–Just gimme what you owe me
Hit me wit' the seed, then send me on my lonely
I'ma dig, I'ma till 'til I reap what's sown
Put me in the field, may success be grown
Verse 2:
Ain't no fuckin' wit' me, bruh, so– hold ya' shade an' funny tone
Weak-ass physique can't hold my shoulder blades or funny bone
It's bittersweet, –coulda ate, but overplayed, I honeycomb
Dig deep until ya' soul is razed, now the fun is gone
{-} An' yeah yo' money long, but ya' sight short
You see that heart like cufflinks that I might sport?
On the sleeve, I got David Blaine up it
Fly delivery like a freighter plane brung it
I– Stanley Cup it, +STICK+ to my +GOALS+
Aim for the knees, toss a brick through ya' soul
Whole lane of enemies get raked over coals
On that path for green, you get baked like bowls
{-} Now you wakin' up, –got ya' routine shooketh
E'rythang you own get tooketh
I am– out for mine, this payback wit' a rubber-gripped .9
Say, bitch, you owe it all to Fine
Hook(×2)
Outro:
Yeah, I feel like I've transcended, man. Like, there's nothing else to do except get what I've been denied. The number one thing is success. I need that. I need the fame, and all the connections. I wanna do more than survive, ya' know? Fuck. But, yeah, that's it for that, my nigga. Not gonna talk to you all night. #ENJOY the tape…
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‘1ST THANGZ 1ST (‘My 1st Single’ FreetheStyleMIX)’
Verse:
I be— NFE, get familiar wit' the nomenclature
{-} Subjugate ya' ears wit' cleverness, excuse my roguish nature
I will insure that you don't get the notion later
{–} That I ain't in it for the long run, makin' repulsive paper
'Cause I spit it– obscene an' odious
They nauseous an' disgusted, the crops seen are copious
There's– no doubt, I'll reap what I have sown
Deep, I'm in that zone, you peep that I have grown
An'— I ain't willin' to cheapen my efforts
Go to sleep wit' a necklace – of laurels, pleased an' peppered
Yeah, I'm a pretty nice veteran, seasoned like turkey tetrazzini
{-} Still murkin' e'ry beat, at work an' extra mean; be—
Feelin' humored, {-} sanguine an' choleric
Optimistic, but pissed 'cause haters? They got a lotta lip
Pop a lotta shit, I send it back so they can swallow it
Or wallow in it like swine; I rhyme serrated obelisks
Jabbed into rectums; wrecked 'em? Damn near killed 'em
Noted expectations, went beyond as I fulfilled 'em
Now I'm all up in the buildin' like a fire exit
{-} Gon' put ya' muhfuckin' hands up high an' flex 'em
Deep inside, I'm desperate, 'cause despite my efforts
Done barely made it past go, so most do not respect him
So now I'm deep in reflection, meditatin' to flee dejection
Constantly I seek perfection in a world that's weak an' lessened
Hook(×2):
I be– NFE, reppin' that Bluff City
Still script– that rough witty for those that fuck wit' me
Get high– like Muck Sticky, I'm runnin' amok an' gritty
Be makin' them tough ditties, an' givin' out buck-fifties
Outro:
I will go hard, you see it's no prob
'Cause I be so raw, an' I be so – on – my job
Go hard, an' I will go far
But you an' those bars? You get a no, bro; low par
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‘In the Long Run’
Verse 1:
My life been Lunchables an' TV dinners, {–} dysfunctional wit' easy triggers
Tryna keep it punctual, but never rush, there ain't no breeze to winner
Since my induction, {-} had a carry-on of tricks, see the sleeves are bigger
Lately feelin' ill-at-ease, nothin' that will please my inner
My patience thinner, knowin' that the thieves of joy have entered
Fall on my knees, an' just pray that He destroy these niggaz
You hear my pleas? I been keepin' faith, avoidin' sinners
Tryna ignore dissenters
Forever toxic, the hood put nothin' but poison in us
Feenin' for paper, be wasteful to fill that void up in us
Feel like the world hate us, anxious, paranoid an' bitter
Wonder who will ever love us? Save us from the boy that's in us
'Cause we be far from men, wylin' out like mongrels
Violent outlets to silence the growlin' in our tums though
Soon we'll rise up out this an' doubters will clip their tonsils
Auto-pilot for now, spittin' the foulest from my tongue, ho
Hook(×1):
This here 'bout a nigga that's strugglin'
On that EBT, tryna keep the pot bubblin'
Mufflin' the rumblin's, mind in a daze
–Aimin' for success, so I grind an' I pray
May the Lord make a way, –guide me through the treacherous
No hurt, harm or danger befall as I invest in this
{-} My very life—blood, tears, perspiration
In the long run, it'll pay for generations
Verse 2:
–One monkey don't stop none; but gon' let 'im be courageous
Gon' see the chimp's a chump when I pimp-smack Dr. Zaius
Outrageous, these fools be nada like they're portrayed as
–Thought he was real? That fucka just got a great mask
I gotta laugh while I bask, the goal's to get plenty money
Ya' goal's to knock me off, couldn't beat me wit' twenty of me
{-} You seek an Achilles heel from that heart on my sleeve
Surmised an easy target, –but now you gotta ease up off it
–The fact this beast don't soften; true, his heart is freezin' often
An' be spittin' smog an' steam just to leave 'em wheezin', coughin'
{-} The froggish leap for flawless speech an' verses sweet as frostin'
–This kid got so much heat, he die an' leave a steamin' coffin
Hook(×1)
Outro(×2):
One monkey don't stop no show
One monkey don't stop no show; I'm the poacher
One monkey don't stop no show
One monkey don't stop no show; fuck 'round an' roast ya'
((This a dangerous game, such a dangerous game
Ya'll niggaz keep playin wit ya' life
This a dangerous game, very dangerous game
Ya'll niggaz must wanna lose ya' life))
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‘Charge It 2 My Head (Bein' NFE)’
Hook(×2):
Charge it to my head, baby, I'm just bein' me
From the womb to the tomb, gon' be real as real can be
Ain't– thuggin', but I swear-swear, I'ma keep it G
Just– charge it to my head when I'm bein' NFE
Verse 1:
Don't you worry, 'cause the Lord got me, harder than Korg body
{-} Despite the fact, I get more +flack/FLAK+ than a TORGUE shotty
Still movin' forward, yeah, pushin' towards greatness
Been under maintenance, I maintain, explore this matrix
Write out the hatred, exorcise an' cleanse my demons
Turn– doubters into angels, they sing praises, it's my season
Still– searchin' for the meanin', {-} dyslexic wit' a dictionary
Just a double amputee Jack Kirby playin' Pictionary
{-} So wit' no hands, I still sketch dynamic pictures
I am– bound to blow up: organic flow, volcanic mixture
{-} Dyspeptic wit' a septic mind, skeptics caused a big stir
Embedded in amygdalas, my presence is a fixture
Hook(×2)
Verse 2:
Wit'out this rap, I'd be clawin' out my brains in an asylum
Bound to snap, any second; drown my pain or I'll be wylin'
Shit consecutively pilin'; —I stress, but I keep smilin'
Peep them knives in my back; I– pull 'em out an' file 'em
Never know when I'll need 'em; {-} cutthroat game, gotta bleed 'em
Pamphlet niggaz, quick read 'em; fuck that bullshit you feed 'em
Cold word, so deceivin', {-} politicians misleadin'
Fools'll sell out they momma, {-} can't respect who be leadin'
All these silver spoons an' trust funds, fulla cap, I trust none
Steadfast, bust gun, a one of one, not plus-one
Darker than the dusk, son; pardon me, I struck some
Nerves, glad you got 'em, best be ready when "The Fuck" come
Hook(×2)
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‘Ablaze (Light Work)’
Hook(×1):
{-} Light work when I write, yeah I do this all day
{-} Handle biz, NFE'll never play
Once I'm up goin' in, feel like I'm in a daze
{-} Hit the mic an' I set it ablaze
—Light work, yeah I do this all day
{-} Handle biz, NFE'll never play
Once I'm up goin' in, feel like I'm in a daze
{-} Hit the mic an' I set it ablaze
Verse 1:
My bars Herculean, brain is Zulu and Mongolian
Imperfect bein', but I get sicker wit' e'ry flow I pen
Superior, {-} Imperius Rex, Namor wit' melanin
He remains a genuine article; third or better when
I hop on, so pardon my French when speakin' Delacroix
Art is monetary, Sun is varied when he spill it raw
Protect my repertoire, strictly comin' hard an' great
Wit' punchlines, –I leave 'em all swolle, like some Harden 8's
I'm not street, I'm a minefield, make it hard to skate
{-} To chromium from silverback, be the hardest ape
It ain't no beef, that farm is a barnyard of crepe
Unfuckwitable, the style? It be hard to rape
Hook(×1)
Verse 2:
Be nothin' to it, when SAVAAR kill cats
Raised the bar an' scraped my hand on a Starshield sat
A one of one, shine the brightest where the starfield at
I be myself, an' get the props 'cause my bars yield that
Work hard, but the work is never gruelin', I be movin'
Play around, I be foolin', like to clown when I'm groovin'
Have fun, I'm a student on the playground, never prudent
{-} Always worthwhile, never fruitless, undiluted
–See, I bring it to ya', straight from the belly
Of the beast wit' a Caesarean section, I spit in e'ry direction
You ackin' coy like you ain't 'ware that he flexin'
A solar flare be there in e'ry inflection
Hook(×1)
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‘The Next Level '23’
Verse 1:
New niggas all copycats, hear it an' they copy that
Love it, but ain't coppin' that, leechin'? Where that's poppin' at?
Work magic wit' no top-a-hat, bars hit like a copper bat
They slither in like copperheads, flounder when you chop the head
My notebook full of Babadooks, Oni, wraiths, all type of spooks
I'm crackerjack, avant-garde, kook; throw 'em off, provide the fluke
No competition I rebuke, challengers are catalyst
Grindin' just like Tony Hawk 2, boy who rad as this?
Diggin' in my pad again, my past just more challengin'
All I got in +store+, go change the clothes on the mannequin
Switchin' up the plan again, slackers? I no fan of them
Keep on playin' games, bitch, you gon' force my hand again
Gotta be a different kind of nigga here this time around
Gotta make the difference clear an' bigger to define my sound
Gotta show these cherubs, they fuckin' wit' the Devil
Fuck around, I take it to a whole nudda level
**break**
Verse 2:
Look at the bigger picture, learn to see beyond the scenes
Ain't feelin' what I'm sayin', hearin' silly shit like mondegreens
Say it all the time: NOTHIN'– can ever come between
Whether heartbreak or heart intact, still gon' come for green
{–} Still gon' go for mine, even tho' she hurt me
Still– gon' thrive an' shine, nothin's ever worthless
Done put it all on the line tho' I'm far from perfect
Hearin' voices in my mind, but– they won't divert me
{-} Tho' I sit around an' pine, I'm still motivated
Told you on that track way back: I'm dedicated
Been runnin' wit' the world's weight an' feel my shoulders breakin'
But I can't stop, I gotta move, or else my world will cave in, yeah
{-} My minor setback, gon' be Leona Lewis soon
Better in time, takes a moment to get to his boon
Demons of his past –done came in tryna chew up wounds
But it don't matter, man this kid is shootin' for the moon
**break**
Hook(×2):
Rocket to the next level, steady poppin' my shit
Diligent, an' hella focused, how I'm droppin' my shit
Have 'em jockin' my shit— stand tall, never crumble
Clearly see it ain't no strings, ho– like a wind ensemble
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‘How It Used 2 B (Missin' U)’
Verse 1:
Day an' night, there's a film playin' back in my mind
All the time, on rewind, I reminisce an' recline
Hearin' ya' voice like a soundbite, {-} bittersweet morsel
Last thing a nigga wanna do is force you
But I really want you back; feel ya' touch
Caress an' have– e'ry part of you in clutch
You– always been special, whether you my boo or not
{-} But now I feel bitter, never thought you would stop
Been three years now, an' I still ain't healed
Tryna– deaden my nerves 'cause it hurts to feel
On the real, I be ill, but chill an' act cool
Gotta be a man about it, that's a T-Brax jewel
{-} Feelin' like a fool, 'cause I know I did you wrong
An' I know you won't be back just because I made a song
{–} Can't blame a nigga tryin' while he in the zone
{-} Damn, it hurts to be alone
Hook A(×1):
Like damn, I just want it back to how it used to be
Nobody else, just~ you an' me
Up against the world, feelin' truly free
'Cause I can see nobody else but you for me
Alone for the three, an' ain't used to me
Feelin' like a piece of who I used to be
Really bright future I– used to see
No longer vivid, what'd you do to me?
Verse 2:
{–} Be a clown to say– I don't need ya'
Shit, I'm open like a book; can't say– you don't read 'em
But– what we had was toxic, serrated, would bleed ya'
Never knew how to love, an' nobody could teach 'im
{-} Imagine growin' up, the only love you knew
Was mom an' grandparents, no-one else came through
Popz bounced when a nigga was three
Wit'out a proper father figure, this is how I came to be
But check–, it's no excuse, though– perfectly valid
To explain– when in love why I'm green like a salad
{-} Wet behind the ears, even at thirty-five
So old, yet immature, naive instead of wise
–Think I know a lot, but don't know shi-aht
Stubborn an' petty, –got me ackin' like a bee-atch
Soul made a gold, but– just like fee-aht (fiat)
Currency, it's losin' value, don't wanna be dat
Hook A(×1)
Verse 3:
–What's love? I don't even know ya' favorite color
An' after five years, should've been knew each other
But how can one learn wit' walls an' language barriers?
Watch us burn it all, insane where pain will carry us
Become estranged, shoot blame, all the hate in our brains'll bury us
We– aim to be better, but the change is scarin' us
Only takes a inklin', an' fear is flarin' up
Think we in the clear, that's when fear just tear us up
Then we go postal, clear the area
Tryna stay hopeful, but near hysteria
Near a barrier, na'an one wanna break it
Say we could work again, it's a chance neither's takin'
Feel we won't make it, we odd an' so disparate
Words disparagin', vibe check is a demerit
Still I– grin an' bear it while it tortures me
Gotta believe there's more for we
Hook B(×1):
Like damn, I just want it back to how it used to be
Nobody else, just~ you an' me
Up against the world, feelin' truly free
'Cause I can see nobody else but you for me
Alone for the three, an' ain't used to me
Feelin' like a piece of who I used to be
Really bright future I– used to see
No longer vivid, what'd you do to me?
I just want it back to how it used to be
Nobody else, just~ you an' me
Up against the world, feelin' truly free
'Cause I can see nobody else but you for me
Alone for the three, an' ain't used to me
Feelin' like a piece of who I used to be
Really bright future I– used to see
No longer vivid, what'd you do to me?
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‘COME 2 THAT’
Hook(×2):
Boy please, no ease; never holdin' back
Fuck they pleas; roll ya' sleeves, let ya' knuckles crack
Enemies are wantin' more? Time to go to bat
Racked an' ready for the war if it's come to that
Verse 1:
Here to raise Hell; {-} Clive Barker wit' a GraphGear
Scribin' in my +Book of Blood+ 'til a path's clear
Unadulterated, in a league of my own
Wayfarer— where I lay my crown at is my throne
{-} There ain't no other choice 'cept to stand alone
Ten toes in my zone, lest I go insane
As they fangs plug my veins, death adders on attack
{-} Potholes in the lawn, ego-trippin', slangin' flak
Estranged an' deranged, discord an' harsh resonance
{-} Hate been overclockin' all they brains ever since
I chose to do me; –all-in like The Little Red Hen
Break they pride wit' a flick of Ed's pen
Hook(×2)
Verse 2:
{-} Tomorrow's never promised, set a precedent today
Stay tenacious wit' ya' goals, keep malevolence away
{-} Increase intelligence, learn all there is to learn
Wit' more knowledge acquired, easier to discern
{-} An' separate the wheat from the chaff, get the weak outcha path
Go beast, un– leash all ya' wrath
Always no sleep, gotcha back against the wall
You can weep or you can laugh, turn the cheek– to the cheek of ya' ass
'Cause we ain't givin' muhfuckaz nothin' this year
{—} Except disrespect
Oh you thought it was all love? Yeah, that's incorrect
Been some rough patches like serrated Nicorettes
Hook(×2)
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‘#DGAF feat. Early Morning Madness’
Intro:
((From the bottom of my heart, I'ma fuckin' scream
That I don't give a fuck, fuck e'rything, yeah
Don't give a fuck, baby, don't give a fuck
No, I don't give a fuck, baby, don't give a fuck))
Verse 1:
{-} Bruh, it ain't no time for games, dealin' wit' these lames
Never slow it down 'til I'm in my own lane
Uh– polish up my name, stand tall on e'rythang
Ain't– hit the top yet, but no reasons to complain
(NOW LOOK!–) I got punchlines, uppercuts, dropkicks
(LOOK!–) I got Judo chops, leg sweepers, haymakers
(LOOK!–) I got shit to shut you up, you wanna pop shit?
Well, lemme drop shit, suffocate you naysayers
I'm– sick of this hood, 'cause - it be roach an' rat infested
Sick of all associates, they never interested
In this craft that I– been– honin' since a adolescent
+Hot spitta+ like my favorite rapper from the Crescent
That– bullshit y'all on? I'm Summer Walker over it
Once NFE get put on? Shit, it's over wit'
Ain't no hatin', I'm just bein' real: y'all a load of shit
Off-key singin' how I feel, now get a load of this
Hook(×1):
From the bottom of my heart, I'ma fuckin' scream
That I don't give a fuck, fuck e'rything, yeah
Don't give a fuck, baby, don't give a fuck
No, I don't give a fuck, baby, don't give a fuck
Verse 2:
They never thought Eddie would– hop up on a soapbox
Screamin' to the galax' at the apex of his lungs
They thought - all that doubt would - leave ya' mans coldcocked
But I'm climbin' higher, bound to reach the top rung
Been– doin' this for years, feel I only just begun
I'm– always gon' improve what is rollin' off my tongue
36, I ain't nowhere near some givin' up, still erupt
Long as I got the drive, go for that Winner's Cup
{-} My cuzzo said it like: a hit dog gon' holla
All them bitchez wit' all that lip, gon' nag instead of swalla
These chickens get no rings, clip they wings if they don't falla (follow)
It's a man's world: Cuban cigs, paper an' Impalas
The simp niggaz gettin' hitched, always ackin' like a bitch
I can't tell who is who, the nonsense hit a fever pitch
Now I'm on my ego trip, workin' on some DEVO shit
Miserly an' chauvinist, boastful, let my flow persist
Hook(×1)
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‘The Sprint (‘Breathe’ FreetheStyleMIX)’
Verse:
Allow me to laugh, y'all semi-fire like a standard Ruger
I'll incinerate ya' ass like– Frederick Krueger
I maneuver through the bullshit, quicker than a sidewinder
Gotta stay on my toes, fuckz out chyea'll blindside ya'
They main goal is to throw you to the sidelines
Malign ya' name, make alterations to the guidelines
But see, Fine ain't worried, got grace an'– blessings on my side
{-} Learn from e'ry lesson life provides
Any damage to my pride, I shake off, haters fall like autumn
Like roaches in a hall, when they crawl, I spot 'em
Hit 'em wit' a spiked maul, throw a spanner in the works
Tick me off, I'm Bruce Banner, straight berserk
{-} In all manners, I'm the worst, but– manna on this earth
Heavensent, intelligent, Saint Nic an' Krampus
That's a– gift an' a curse, best way to describe it
Any– myth, I will burst, gimme time to scribe shit
Many rhymes that I've writ, have often got me lauded but–
Also, disparaged, embarrassed when folks have brought 'em up
I gained my glow-up, changed my flow up, smacked ya' ho up
Always on fire, just erupt like KRAKATOA!!
One day I'll blow up, no– Timothy McVeigh
Then my enemies will get to see the energy I've often kept at bay
{-} I'm often swept away
Just trapped inside my mind, wit' nada awesome left to say
Hook(×2):
Now just breathe, fully focus, get– ready for the sprint
Yeah, them shoulders feel heavy, an' they heavy 'cause of sin
Uh, {-} let the comfort in, free the tears an' just vent
Gon' open up ya' heart, send that pressure through the pen
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‘OD (Lights Out)’
Verse 1:
Hard to divide my time, can't math a feasible quotient
Meticulous when I rhyme 'cause rap a reasonable focus
Some quote it, but can't picture the frame in which I wrote it
{-} You gotta dive into my childhood to find the locus
Fine's opus, masterpieces I'm – draggin' out the pen
E'ry line's potent, made – drug addicts out my friends
Spittin' locusts, biblical, wit' the wrath of seven sins
Dissuade the bogus from approachin' in the path that Heaven's in
Patience be the virtue, but I'm stressed, countin' ulcers
It's a mess - in my mind - I can't rest 'round these vultures
Pass the gasoline an' sulfur, see the serpents encirclin'
Time to gasoline the culture, see the worthless keep worsenin'
{-} Feels like my time's slippin', woke up wit' my mind different
Yesterday? –I coulda sworn I was Fineprint then
{-} But today I'm Eddie Lee, an' the swagger's on leave
I feel trapped, can't breathe, seen the daggers unsheathe
Hook(×2):
What yo' life like? See what my life 'bout?
A different road that I'm on, throw the strife out
Make 'em feen sixteens that I write out
{-} 'Til they overdose on 'em, then it's lights out
Verse 2:
Got that same feelin' I had, from '14 to '16
I ain't talkin' age, just the years when I spit mean
Prior, had been feelin' I lost it, –mean, I'm feelin' across it
{-} Like it's braille, I was willin' to toss it
All them years an' years, of gettin' cheers from peers
Just brought fear, felt weird, cried tears that seared
An'– ate through my confidence, disintegrated willpower
Even though I'm back, when at rest, still feel sour
No longer human, 'xactly what I feel like
{–} A blood-soaked android in the moonlight
{-} Heavy inertia, livin' but it's still life
So depressed, I'll feel better when the boon right
I need love plus guap in my wallet
Wonder what's poppin' these days, can't even call it
Used to have the drive, now my engine heavy stallin'
Thought I was trippin', but it's more like fallin'
Hook(×2)
Outro(×1):
((No longer human, 'xactly what I feel like
{–} A blood-soaked android in the moonlight
{-} Heavy inertia, livin' but it's still life
So depressed, I'll feel better when the boon right
I need love plus guap in my wallet
Wonder what's poppin' these days, can't even call it
Used to have the drive, now my engine heavy stallin'
Thought I was trippin', but it's more like fallin'))
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Just like five years ago, I return with a different sound. Forever evolving, both lyrically and creatively, to the point that I feel no longer human when I do this. Rhyming and song-writing are just automatic for me, like a computer process. Anyway, #PressPlay, #VIBE and #ENJOY…
‘#IWillBeFamous, Vol. 03: No Longer Human’ tracklist:
01 THE SEED (GIMME WHAT U OWE ME) [Over a beat by The Heatmakerz}
02 1ST THANGZ 1ST (‘My 1st Single’ FreetheStyleMIX)
03 In the Long Run [Over a beat by Jim Jonsin & Mr. Morris}
04 Charge It 2 My Head (Bein' NFE) [Prod. by Drago × Wvlly}
05 Ablaze (Light Work) [Prod. by Wvlly}
06 The Next Level '23 [Prod. by Drago × Wvlly}
07 How It Used 2 B (Missin' U) [Prod. by Anno Domini Music}
08 COME 2 THAT [Prod. by Wvlly}
09 #DGAF feat. Early Morning Madness [Prod. by Wvlly}
10 The Sprint (‘Breathe’ FreetheStyleMIX)
11 OD (Lights Out) [Prod. by Anno Domini Music}
Fineprint NFE
Mainground Hip-Hop/Conscious Rap/Soulful Hip-Hop/Hardcore Hip-Hop
Fearless Heights / E.U.C. Recordings
Set: 3/4
NFE-05192024