"#IKillShit Pt. 2 (0 to 100)" Fineprint stay on some trill shit Keep it real hot, sparks jumpin' off my grill, shit Fuck niggaz be on that rap wit'out a mil' shit An' I don't feel that shit, they need to kill that shit Look nigga, this rap shit ain't just a meal ticket Can I live tho? Or can you live wit' it? I'm here now, you gotta deal wit' it Go against the grain 'til it turn to whole wheat, an' have a field wit' it Oh my bad, I mean have a field day They be on my +Cloud+ all the time 'cause they don't get no +Real Play+ I still say, I'm the hottest, nigga ix-nay On who you fuckin' think the best, let them wolf tix lay Where they may, just like the chips fallin' Success got my number, man I swear she keep callin' I keep fallin', y'all niggaz just keep stallin' You keep talkin', glass house, see all in I'm just a Southern nigga, yearnin' nigga, keep it burnin', nigga Olympic Torch feelin', world keeps turnin', nigga You gotta discern the truth to get ya earnings, nigga Now back up an' check ya space like kernin', nigga I'm on a roll, tryna stack faces like a totem pole Holy moly, hail mary; baby, look what's on my scroll Sold my soul, 15 minutes, shit was bogus tho Now kick rocks, open-toed; force my hand, I overload They say my fuckin' ego fuckin' overblown But I've been at this shit for years, mostly on my own In 2010, was rockin' wit' Chris an' Trell Went sour, said I'ma get it by myself Fast forward, now I run wit' TGL My niggaz Ghost an' GORV, we gon' bring these niggaz hell Lookin' towards the future where I can say I did it well Can only go diamond, fuck gettin' shelved Heh... I'm goin' in like Splinter Cell Y'all overt, man I swear I keep it covert 10 years should look better for a introvert Fast cars an' bad bitches, gettin' in a skirt I wanna whip a Maserati, make that shit just skerrrr! I wanna shit on old allies, make them niggaz hurt I wanna go so fuckin' hard to where they have to work Way harder, way smarter, or be on the run like Bey Carter The Wayfarer, travel dirt Niggaz bitin' dust ain't half my worth I swear I never fuck around, but competition nymphos Feelin' I'm the illest out of all my fuckin' kinfolk Goin' the distance, Hercules wit' the bars Listen to the words, certainly goin' far Think you murkin' me? Not at all Who else you know comin' back like a Saiyan everytime his fuckin' back's against the wall? No more dealin' wit' these fuck niggaz I love the game but would never say fuck figures Gotta make a profit, praise ain't enough, nigga Do it on my own to show you I don't give a fuck, nigga Hook(x4): 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick; trill shit when I kill shit 0 to 100 nigga, real quick Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga

Make a nigga swallow his pride-- straight, no chaser No competition, only elevators to the paper I mean, these niggaz 'round me nice, but they ain't 'bout it I'm nice as in proper, not a stain on me like Docker's Was in my lab under preservation, fresh out the stasis pod Rip the EKG pads from my arm Red alert, there goes alarm But everything's irie, nothin' can tire me You admire me, face facts or suffer disfigurement Niggaz overbite the style, tear a periodontal ligament Cold world, even colder heart Right ventricle creates blizz-ards Bizarre as Bizarro talkin' backwards, remain brick hard So cocky that my dick hard Lay on a bitch, brainstorm on her thunder thighs Write rhymes wit' fire in my eyes, blood pourin' from the skies Change disguise, shift shape like Max Steel I'm that real from bricks to vials, base in the flesh getcha caps peeled Back... like we makin' pelts Backstrokin' in the mainstream, gold on the neck like Mike Phelps Heh... yeah, I ain't done... I got the gall, now these niggaz bladders sour Pissed off an' irate at the man of the hour Fuck it, I'm more like the father of time Evolvin', 7:30 to ya quarter to 9 Crazy, insane, membrane open like Cobain Benoit when I murk my sons, they wanna end moi Okay, that line was in poor taste Fuck it, eat the baby food an' rock ya bitter face The say Fineprint always comin' wit' them battle lines Y'all never respond to my conscious bars So I opened up the backpack, pulled out the gauntlet Infinity none, cut niggaz down short since they jaunted Their way in this game I came to reign/rain like King Kai on a nimbus I'm on Mt. Olympus, fuck them niggaz Start up the symphony, let the trumpets blast some syphilis A lil' bit of string play, like this an' like that Violins, graphic violence, pilin' on as violent winds Blow thru the district wit' swiftness Revealin' runes that are cryptic, hidden in my flesh We can't agree, you lack the kismet All on my dick, like gang signs, you got it twisted I craft jewels then flood like Gilgamesh Fuck ya record sales, I'm still the best Swag can't win a war, this ain't Rip the Runway Fuck Balenciagas, I'm plenty hotter Still raw wit' the cut like Benihanas... Heh... an' that's that, that's that...

"Prima Materia (#ThoughtsofaGIANT, Pt. 2)" Headphones on, music blarin'; I don't give a care All the bullshit's irrelevant, siphon nigga's air I'm a Titan wit' a python's grip, enlightened on some heightened shit Comin' wit' the bars, rawer spit than Mike Tyson lisp Caught up in the hype an' shit, should trademark an' license it Landmark when I'm writin' it; my spine, heart an' pipe in it Bars that I entice 'em wit', put me on lists when they are writin' it Duly noted, fools hopin' that I'm overhypin' it God body like Zeus throwin' Cronus in Tarturus Go nuts when I start it up Drop it like a deuce, sho nuff ain't nann hard as us Put me in ya groups, have they nasal hairs drawin' up They know they smell the shit, had streaks since Underoos Bruh, I have come to rule, expansion pack wit' tons of tools Okay you a goblin, what's that when it comes to ghouls? Hauntin' we will go, ooga booga, spook you fuckin' fools Hocus pocus, locus of control; double double, toil an' trouble Bitch, hail me like Macbeth Shakespeare mixed wit' Lovecraft, scribin' like Metatron Azathoth cometh, terrorize like Megatron Maximize like Silverbolt an' Cheetor This +Beast Wars+, hope you are feelin' dope as before High off my esteem, breathin' in the ether Jesus be a black man, you niggaz worship Caesar A nigga keep the Azoth in the hilt of his katana I can heal the sick or kill 'em for their dishonor My work ethic strict, I stick to a code of honor Keep it raw, no time for prima donnas Muromachi era shogun, keep my cool like Ashikaga Zen like Soseki, peace still like water Got the strength of lava, lungs fill wit' volcanic ash Foes wanna challenge Typhlosion wit' the Fire Blast Vine Whip niggaz like a pissed off Venusaur A fuckin' gladiator, the reason they got arenas for Bring a sacrifice, start slayin' the lamb Nigga show me all the love for what I say that I am Ya flows ain't even nice, stop claimin' they HAM 'Cause them bars don't stick like you sprayed 'em wit' Pam Fuck y'all niggaz like a blue X wit' stars in it I'm the whole show, man I deserve applause wit' it

"CAREFUL! (Of My Wrath), Pt. 1" Headphones on, you know the music still blarin' I used to give a fuck, but now still not carin' Ever since the last time I - dropped a verse I got more dead weight, so I'm in need of a hearse Made a group on Facebook, an' muhfuckaz love to lurk Never sayin' a word, I thought you loved my work? 4th quarter when they show up, an' have the nerve To wanna join in the tailgate, but get that curve Talks on tastes always end in a stalemate When broads see I'm right about rap, go for a failsafe Half of y'all spend ya time bumpin' asinine Crabs in a bucket tryna climb wit' some weak-ass battle lines Overly emotional hippies wit' nappy hair Faggot rappers pop up everywhere Niggaz get a buzz an' wanna offer advice But I - needs it none, you not that nice In one lil' ear, to the heart, didn't at all cry But got pissed over a small fry Wit' the tiny Coke on the side, you a Kid's Meal Only reason you open is for the prize From here on out, it's a wrap like hair rags If y'all - showed love, you could be in my will/wheel like airbags But nah, punk muhfuckaz ain't tryna help me out this cesspool Just see me as a jester -- cool Truthfully, I cry tears of a clown An' since everybody plays the fool I'm shittin' on all y'all, even my girl If you ain't checkin' out the hot shit -- sit an' twirl Yeah... an' that's the way I feel I see a lot of y'all lie about gettin' the appeal Of the Dirty South Juggernaut, Mid-South Maniac Lyrical brainiac, look how insane he act 'Cause somethin' in his head went (SNAP! SNAP!) His peace of mind went (SNAP! SNAP!) Somethin' in his head went (SNAP! SNAP!) Like food benefits... yo... Speakin' of benefits, you get what you put in Heavy time for me, can't get a thousand spins They say - I shouldn't even complain But I've been at it too long -- so stand in the rain An' cry me river while preachin' to the choir After 7 mixtapes, should be feelin' the fire Niggaz like, "Why you talk so first-rate?" 'Cause to be great, my nigga, gotta believe you are great So if you hearin' this an' feelin' greatly offended Zero fucks given of how you rate me off in it Just - take ya device then place me off in it Put the buds to ya ear then lace them all wit' it I put - heart in my work, passionate me Where's the support? Somethin' I'd be happy to see Maybe my attitude gets all this crap kicked to me All I know is that I give 'em more sauce than fricassee My dear, my dear, my dear -- don't end up venison An' never ever play me for sweet like Entenmann's When intimate, still smack the shit out bitches, man Backwards like sehctib, check ya'self fore you send a sentence in

"#OnMyWayUp (66 Bars)" Hol' up, nigga hol' up; I'm way up, finger roll into lay-up Insomniac wit' the grizzle, the hardworkers will stay up My pen be goin' in -- Curry, Green an' Iguodala Harder than the hardest, my acapellas be rockin', hoppin' over these artists Nigga don't start this, fuck ya substance an' modesty I mean to - show the fuck out wit' my artistry I step on toes like I'm comin' from the middle of the row At my 8th bar, drinkin' binge, here's the middle of the flow No need to pardon me, you niggaz really bore me witcha Conscious nonsense Steady takin' L's 'Cept them bitches self-served, so hol' that like a school play I'm on my way up like solar rays on a new day Don't wanna see me come up, safe sex, contraception Premature birth, push the head back, he ain't ready yet Flow, gotta steady that; it's all over the place Bars bussin' all over ya face Bitches all over my case -- Benson minus Stabler In it, can't get out, disappearin' like Malaysia Air, don't go there -- leave you in the wind On my way up, like Chilean miners in 2010 Niggaz keep burrowin' but buryin' themselves Once they hit the River Styx, have 'em ferryin' themselves Got some fairy in ya'selves, ya sweeter than Lipton Tea Don't go givin' lip to me, I bypass it to ya teeth Knuckled up like - Eddie Mustafa Muhammad, I'm ready to clobber ya stomach Ready to sock 'til ya vomit Eddie is not at his summit, but once he is, y'all will envy I'll be so far up, might - burn up on re-entry On my way up - like girls that's new to givin' head On the way up to get some air, dudes still give 'em cred Know she hurtin' on them knees, bruisin' on her legs She been swallowin' for hours, move her to the bed Then ooze between her legs, +Daddy Long Stroke+ Just like Dap, Edge an' Grady; rap heads will hate me That's why - I feel like slappin' a nigga today like Ludacris Fuckz on some stupid shit, natty-heads in need of tutelage The MVP, shootin' over 50-40-90 Like that kid from Akron, the shifty start war behind me Niggaz - ignore the grimey, hardpressed to find jewels See 'em fly over the heads of fools Still drop gems on 'em like "Jewel Quest" grids Fineprint one of the illest, but you knew that kid Better than those I collab wit' when I do that shit They hear me on the track an' be like "Who's that kid?" "IMPROVEMENT SEASON" on the way, it's - in the cocoon All this wack shit the catalyst, maroons get consumed Converted into energy, restorin' electrolytes I'm drinkin' Haterade, just a pint'll get me right You ain't really that sick wit' the shit you doubters write Homie gimme that BiC, I'ma toss it outta sight When you plan on gettin' rich? I hope my time come tonight So I can stunt on yo' bitch-ass, an' cum on ya wife Oh Lord, I got a girl, I know; I ain't forgot, nigga I just can't help it these bitches is hot to trot, nigga Thighs like Cardi B, ass like K. Michelle Attitude like Azealia, stank but I love the smell She can rock a tight dress wit' Timbs an' still kill it; that's a diva An' when she walk, niggaz have seizures I love a bad bitch that's slayin' like Rihanna An' freaky like Adina, ride me in the sauna All I dream 'bout is stuntin', finessin' in this game Giuseppe kicks on my feet, loads of ice in the chain Whippin' a Maserati or Bugatti Veyron Niggaz wanna save the world, type of shit is they on? What else to say, son? Gimme cred like the pros So I can ball 'til I'm weak in the knees like Derrick Rose IMPROVEMENT SEASON...

"#NoChill (Fineprint's At 45%)" Nigga I ain't got no chill like Arizona in a heatwave I see several jabronies need to behave Beware the phonies these days, putas love runnin' they mandible 'Til niggaz stop they pulse/Pulse like the shooter in Orlando Speak the Breath of Life, but the bars tangible Palpable; rough textured flow - so tractable Never trust industry snakes, actin' affable Grinnin' like the Cheshire Cat wit' grills frangible Under pressure, though rap is a lesser sport Fallin' off, so I'm takin' a refresher course Just takin' time - to get familiarized again In due time, you'll see that lyrical killer rise again Losin' my love, in a form I don't recognize Unnatural to me, an' I'm watchin' wit' naked eyes I ain't gotta be a XXL - Freshman, I'm in that senior class Been here for years an' seen 'em pass As well as come, so my head's on straight, takin' notes Watchin' these novices take boats Wit' zero nautical skills, holes in the hull But I'm in flight like Tuskegee, at night like Must-See T.V. In fierce electrical storms, fearless in my heart The bravery seems to - calm me as I depart See, I ain't got no chill: Fahrenheit 451 I'm - burnin' all ya books wit' gas an' 151 Rum, then make me a Feuerzangenbowle Celebratin' like Christmas, this boy is a ayatollah Of rhyme schemes an' wordplay, truly got the gift So keep Kwanzaa candle - No. 6 lit On the candelabra, but don't go behind, this ain't Liberace I'm just liberatin' my mind, you copy? So roger that, as the - real Hip-Hop attacks Hip-Hop is back, Print got all ya hearts throbbin' fast I got the drive, I just need the spunk an' bars to match Then I'll launch 'em off the map wit' all the other artifacts Fa'real...

"#TheFuckin901 (Message 4 Da' Shook Ones)" Niggaz so fake, watch 'em break like plastic in the hand They can't stomach me, I corrode 'em, turn they gastric into sand Yeah, he on top now, but I'll be laughin' at ya' man Pretty soon, on ya' ave, from a Phantom, that's the plan See I talk to 'em tough, watch me punk 'em out wit' bars These niggaz couldn't make it wit' the munchkins out in Oz From a real grimey city, niggaz dumpin' out of cars The fuckin' 901, where they be pumpin' out the stars Think we ain't tough, or that the M's a safehaven Factually, you better off in "Nightmares" by Wes Craven Suggest you get low - like jet fighters strafe sprayin' They'll pop you, an' not care less; I'm just sayin' It's poverty an' drama, trauma an' depression All these factors mixed together equate heavy aggression Movin' on impulse, fixated to drastic measures Unregistered iron tethered to the hip, never severed The murders keep climbin', an' we only 8 months in 2016, let's annotate that then Since 2009, shit keeps gettin' thicker Basically since Herenton left office-- get the picture? Good an' bad days flicker like lights durin' thunderstorms Makin' most knuckle under an' conform The hood'll reform you if you were raised wit' good intentions Have you switchin' sides on ya' mission +Bad boys+ in the 9 wanna +shine/Shyne+ like The Commission Been this way since Project Pat was gorilla pimpin' Tellin' you get the fuck up off 'em like Gangsta Blac Keep somethin' tucked, don't get erased off the map See, I ain't a gangsta, but I ain't no joke either Don't have me makin' +choices/Choices+ like La'Chat an' T-Rock Shoutout to Proficient, see we been rockin' since Cross of Calvary The Mighty M.o.R-- don't cross the calvary Folks have often doubted me, but now I'm on the path to make it So - +when the smoke clears+, you gon' see +who run it+ A +Legend in the Making+, +tailor/Taylor made+ like +Da Undaground King+ Sendin' fissures thru the underground scene... Heh, kiss the ring an' fuckin' crown me..

"Watch 4 Fineprint (#AnotherACapellaFlow)" From here on out, it's bars on deck; open season On all these - armchair critics an' sofa cretins Aimin' to stop me from livin' life to the fullest like overeatin' But all they do is - preach to the choir an' quote the deacon Oldhead flavor, stay fat on track, too dope to squeeze in Breathtakin', givin' 'em asthma; can't toke for wheezin' '77 Fairlane ZH theme muzik, gold 150 spoke Sprees spin As you smoke in the back wit' the black closed Venetians Keepin' it +kosher+, don't need a YouTube vid wit' Spoken Reasons A uncontrolled substance thru rhyme, evokin' meanin' Invoked thru speakin', more muscle gained, now change to another lane Where I drive them insane wit' the shit I write, no Sutter Cane Deluxe the pain, damagin' train of thought; MedPlex is a no-go 'Cause I crushed his brain, fragmented the skull-- he's a DedSec logo Now, run that back in ya' head real quick, digest what I just said If I ain't one of the illest you heard, then I'm just disgust-ed I really should have this game sewed up, trussed wit' diamond encrusted thread But I'll leave that up to the listener, so let the discussion spread Dig deep in my catalogue, an' if I shall so recommend Delve into "Please Stand By", "#IWillBeFamous" an' "Legend in the Making", my friend I have too much proof of purchase, my hardwork paid the cost To be that boss, so +Call Me King+ or take a major loss Most think my ego's too big for the position I'm in But if I don't think highly with the skills I have, I'll never win It's not gas, it's self-esteem, but it does give me a boost Like Nitrous Oxide in the tank, that's why I'll laugh my way to the bank But no delusions of grandeur, just my eyes peeled for any force majeure That'll damper my plans, 'cause if fate wants to intervene, there's no detour It's all part of God's plan, I didn't write the handbook I just follow the instructions laid out, by hook or by crook Gotta get it by any means, but I'm a opportunist So I laid in wait for the right time to really do this An' now's that time, I'm 'bout to shake souls wit' my demo If these labels don't feel me, guess they didn't get the memo See, I'm more than just a nigga wit' bars, but I feel compelled To show each an' e'ryone how I been goin' hard since I heard "Apparently" by my nigga Trell I can be whatever artist you're lookin' for, just gotta give me that chance From the Hardcore to the Conscious, to the Romance an' Dance I refuse to be boxed in, locked in a spot wit' no variation of movement So keep in mind, to never count me out an' watch for the kid's music It's Fineprint...

"CAREFUL! (Of My Wrath), Pt. 2" Look, I'm back up in this muthafucka, aggy in this muthafucka Think I need somethin' white out a baggy in this muthafucka My - head been spinnin', blood boilin', nerves need to be calmed Shiiit, I can't even chill at all Peep my palms, all sweaty like B. Rabbit My anxiety is - at it's fuckin' limit already You fuckin' faggots just keep pullin' the beast up out of Eddie Mistakenly started to think it's somethin' sweet about Eddie I started off nice, but all work an' no feedback Made me irate an' stressed; an' I don't need that I could be humble as fuck, still wouldn't mean shit So, don't come my way wit' no razmatazz Ain't - givin' a fuck 'bout substance nowadays 'Cause nowadays, all I need is to get paid Still seein' fuckz lurk, never sayin' a word 'Til I snap on y'all, oh --- now it's absurd How I'm actin', like my anger isn't justified Work my ass off for fuckz who don't enjoy the ride They tend to say I'm bein' irrational But I fail to see, correlation 'tween me an' that term My thought process? That's completely on-track I'm just sick of fuckz not givin' respect to the tracks That I put my blood, sweat, tears, mind, body an' soul in Fuck the whole 9, I go the whole 10 I'm writin' this off pure wrath, but I'm focused A king an' a warrior, simply one of the dopest But fuckz too obsessed wit' Trap bullshit an' mumblin' crap Sendin' me tracks of - mumblin' raps Complainin' 'bout name-droppin'; what's up wit' that? Like, it ain't clear these muhfuckaz is wack You should toast me, here's a 2 liter of bleach Pour some in this wine glass as I proceed wit' my speech Made "Lyrical Emancipation", but got issue wit' my freedom of speech Well fuck that!-- I don't need freedom to speak Dontrell has changed, he ain't the same An' yeah, I said his name-- muthafuck a sub Fuck his opinion, karma an' them unknown rappers It's - no fuckz given 'bout some unknown bastards I - do what I want, if you don't like, don't listen This shit ain't for everybody, just - certain supporters See, murder is in order, an' - murder is the order I deliver like UPS, or postal postmen wit' - fully loaded TECs A - bully at ya' neck, I'm - fully loaded, wreck Anyone who aims to sully my respect Movin' on: Genea is a stupid-ass bitch Only wanted her ass to listen to these songs Don't give a fuck about yo' life either I'll shit on you, laughin' at - what you goin' through Lyin' like you a fan, saw through it just in time Here's some Donald Trump bars, a disgutin' rhyme Grabbin' you right in the pussy; you've just been violated I - know it's sick, you ain't gotta try an' hate it You need more prompts than Killary on debate night An' me, I need one-thousand, nine-hundred, eighty-eight mics Way more than what "The Source" would give My fuse been lit, an' I - know the source of it I keep the lines coarse, but deliver 'em smooth Plus it's, hot enough - to scorch you kids Y'all need to move, or get ran the fuck over I'm rollin' like - Cain Marko wit' the force of a super nova Tell these dudes it's over, I'm more than back An' fuck up out my inbox wit' all them borin' tracks That's why - I'm sleepin' on y'all, snorin' to the max I heard better lines in "The Lorax" So let the chips fall where they might, done givin' a fuck An' fuck who listens, never givin' this up It's funny, 2014 they was biggin' me up Nowadays, I guess these frauds gettin' sick of me, bruh So, here's some shit you can remember me fa' A reminder: You'll never be sick as me, bruh