"Determination Defined: The "Call Me King II" Intro" Headphones on, music blarin' like always My tears, sweat an' blood on the pad, no Always An' that's period, no menstrual; Bluff City minstrel Who gives his all infinitely on instrumentals Break down the pixels, many ways to see The bigger picture, so here it is, in perspective Chef this, no - patisserie, but comin' wit' confections Nothin' frivolous, far from ridiculous Spit my life, wait for ears to flock to it +I know you see it+ +beamin'+, like Lupe, not how Joc do it When I'm on-point, ferociously hock ptoo it Get on any joint, drop a cinder block through it Wit' some stupid muthafucka's feet still in 'em Poisonous dart, wrote on the sheet wit' a quill that spills venom Then it's converted to audible neurotoxins That's how I body e'rything, slaughter dudes, no option Got you hearin' mad shit, like I'm +The Illest Nigga In Nebraska+, droppin' these jewels Kill a nigga out fillin' his FAFSA If he listens to this shit, without, clear understandin' Incurrin' my wrath fa' sayin' it's just a career This my livelihood, passion built up over years That's why, I'm more determined than ever to make it Takin' in all I can take in it, won't waste it This game rapin' fools wit' their anuses basted That's pretty graphic, but I had to state it An' nowadays, it's really hard when you got it Set in your heart to shine, but can't get it poppin' 'Cause majority of rappers lack bars an' can't rhyme Singin' on e'ry song like Jon B. or Mary Blige By the way, that was a near rhyme See, I tend to do those from time to time But I never force words, careful wit' my choice of words Keep it forceful, even wit' this raspy voice you've heard Aimin' for Top 5, rejoiced ahead of my prime Strive manly like Burghardt Du Bois said upon a time An' that is Fine... Call Me King... Two!

"#UCantKnockFineprint ('96 Flava) <Interlude>" Look, I'm makin' longterm goals, scribblin' these flows Make sure my afterimage's permanent for my foes Embedded in their heart, dreaded in their thoughts I will be that nightmare which never can be forgot Far from the Hip-Hop of today, which is a mockery Niggaz mumblin' these rhymes full of gaudery Killin' off my appetite, clear the cockery From the table 'til these labels return to what it oughta be It's customary, I do this often An' make you feel the soul return to Hip-Hop while in the coffin Wit' fired up endorphins, fired up an' morphin' Bound to have ghostwriters heavily mournin' I brainstorm torrential, that's heavily pourin' They malform your mental, steadily borin' An' diggin', plantin' seeds, killin' dopamine Never wrote out of love, only wrote for green Dickheads wit' no ideas, dim bulbs covered by foreskin I'm passin' on what I learned; run the force/Force in 'Fore I flip like Anakin, hardship I'm channelin' Standin' strong forever, no Starship or Mannequin Plenty fish, I'm the Kraken to these capelin Godbody like Zeus wit' thunder cracklin' Go the distance like Heracles, no Capuchin Could ever stop my show, bruh -- I'm not panickin' My nerves are steel, my nerves are ice Frozen Fiji water in my veins; man this nerd is nice See I can top anything that these herbs'll write So you can't knock Fineprint, yeah you heard it right Heh... can't knock Fineprint, you heard it right...

"On My Life / HELPLESS" Verse 1: Niggaz bein' humble, shit still ain't make 'em none All they do is fumble, get the pass an' can't fuckin' run Runnin' off they yap, but to a king, they some fuckin' pawns Gotta let 'em know that, I gotta let 'em know that Shiiiit, this ain't nada to a e-e-e-e-e-expert Listenin' to a muthafuckin' master a-a-a-a-a-at work Ain't shit sweet, but y'all lookin' like that de-es-sert Fuck - how I do mine, need to focus on ya' ne-et-worth Bitchez love to say, that I'm wastin' my time 29 an' still ain't signed, but my patience is fine Slow an' steady win that race, bruh I patiently grind Picture perfect, fuckin' worth it, came to take what is mine Still waters run deep, it's a beast beneath the eloquence More than worth my weight on beats, like eighteen elephants Tippin' the scale, Heaven help us before I rip into Hell Listen up -- sixteens, rippin' 'em well Hook(x1): Oh my God, looka here, here's another one Pro'lly thinkin' right now "Where this brotha from?" Here it come, here it come, yes -- another one On my life, I swear: you gon' feel it, son Jettin' like a thief in the night, yo Momma didn't know she raised a psycho Here me spazzin' on tracks, cold as ice flow Yeah I put that right there on my life, bro **gunshot** Hook(x2): Throwin' rocks then go an' hide ya hands, huh? Betcha think ya' tough standin' right beside ya' mans, huh? 'Til a nigga catch you one-on-one, get felled quick 'Cause I ain't buyin' that shit, I know ya' helpless Verse 2: Never competition, murder in the first degree Sicker than a veteran pedo up in a nursery Niggaz better know the protocol 'fore they come versus me Rip the gristle out of WHOEVER thinkin' they Hercules 'Cause Hercules be really He Who Writes the Heat That's me; no need for anger translated by Keegan Michael Key 'Cause I show plenty aggression, you needn't fight wit' me Muthafuck that freestyle shit, beat me wit' writin', G Come off the top all you want -- ya' frees ain't intricate Be leavin' ignorant, end up freezin' when you seein' Print I'll leave a imprint, the reminder? - I'll be back for ya' spot 'Til then, sit back an' relax, shut ya' trap -- you yack a lot Fools, thought I was down, raised the ground up under 'em Tore 'em asunder for slumberin', hunger turned to ten **explosion**

"Bring Back The Witty" Y'all been sufferin' long enough, look what they spewin' at you It's good that kid Print is back to send a new one at you I got more verses than the Book of Matthew Fuck bars, I'm droppin' 50 ft. solid gold Buddha statues Dude I'll smash you; none of ya raps stick wit' me +Nick+ wit' me another, I will snap Stick Stickly Yeah, I know I'm too damn nit-picky But it's 'cause these new cats gettin' out-rapped by Sam Witwicky Hol' up, fam let's get busy, SAVAAR's gettin' lit But they still sleepin' like my flow's a barbiturate On God, I'm wit' the shit, oh God, don't diss the kid I'm so hard, you get the dick, that's no pause -- you listened, kid It's been hinted at, I'm a legend in the making 29 projects, get obsessed wit' what I'm making A seven in the ranking, but aimin' for five or better Got me strivin' more than ever, to survive an' weather The storm, full-steam ahead, watch the dough mount As the king/King pens it like Richard Bachman or Thad Beaumount The kid's... head an' shoulders above the rest An' like Simone Biles wit' Shaq, you barely come up to my chest I could be another Budden, another Bank$, another Andretti You cannot can Eddie Cannot ban or threaten me, stop playin' an' sweatin' me Not playin' or frettin', B; stop playin' wit' weaponry 'Cause the safety is off, you might spray at ya' thoughts An' Print is a .38 -- turn ya' brains into sauce You actin' like I ain't gon' kill 'em all All these lines in my mind, but I ain't gon' spill 'em all Seal 'em off, they can't come an' beseech me Dyin' for a feature, frauds runnin' to greet me The lames couldn't beat me, tried to force me to forfeit But my wordplay's galactic an' it knocked 'em outta orbit Got - more shit to crush 'em wit', tell 'em pick they poison These them bars from the kid, runnin' through my organs Be somethin' called skill, these fools tend to lack it nowadays Nepotism only reason for their backin' nowadays I'm - back up out that haze, rejuvenated, refocused Let my people go, or I'll bring a plague of locusts Upon the lecherous oafs wit' no lyrics Bramble-headed morons, killin' ya' spirit You - hear it on the regular, it be that bad But I'm a tough muthafucka, Marine stepdad So, rest in peace to Proof an' all who kept it gritty Fineprint is done, I had to bring back the witty

"No Option (#FEARLESS)" Hook(x2): I am not afraid, fears are forgotten Gotta get this paper, baby, rap's my only option, girl Once I get paid, fix all our problems Grind like I never did, there's no other option, yeah Verse 1: Line up my haters to shit on It's Fineprint, I'm just tryna get on Fuck all them bitches y'all hit on I got me the baddest, my chick's cold She's badder than average, my chick's gold Gonna get a diamond once I get on Gonna keep her shinin' wit' a sick glow 'Cause the guy you hear rhymin' got a sick flow Yo, so clap for a nigga wit' his rappin' ass Or you can toast for a nigga, even boast for a nigga No matter what you do, just make sure it's done wit' love An' send prayers to The Man above It's been 12 years, lotta tears an' grief 12 years, ears to beats Puttin' Pentel to Mead, that's pencil to sheet Only used pens to strike-out an' delete Got too much talent for a mediocre life; too much skill, never mediocre write Niggaz think Fine all mediocre; 'til he come an' they meet the ogre, right? 15 minutes of fame, I need to soak up the light, tell my momma Benjamin will soak up her tears Soak up the pain an' stress; keep ya' lips sealed on what you can't address Hook(x2) Verse 2: King-sized, but I ain't for sleepin' Sleep on me? Inconvenient greetin' A wake-up call, to wake up y'all It's my time to shine, you better wake up, dawg (Better wake up) No more setbacks, can't take a loss So any opposition out, gotta take 'em off I take off/Takeoff, no Offset or Quavo Flyin' high, off set, not AWOL See my girl told me she tired (I feel you, baby!), livin' paycheck to paycheck An' I overstand that, so understand that, I'll do anything for these rubberband stacks Prayin' for a deal, where that hunnid grand at? Or that hunnid mil' at? Can you dummies feel that? I been livin' in squalor, need a fistful of dollars, not a dismal tomorrow Fuck punchlines, I speak the real; time's of the essence, need to build Stack it all up, shit's bleak fa'real; roll up on 'em like lunch time, eat they meal I'm down on my luck an' I need to chill, uhn, get that weight off my shoulders On my last buck, if I receive this deal? Muhfucka, game over Hook(x2)

"It's Nothin' / #LOST: Finding A Way" Verse 2: Look, it is nothin', I just keep on doin' me All that pressure you applyin' only shapin' up my G So, keep up that hatin', 'cause one day you gon' see A legend walk among y'all, that king you can't be E'rybody countin' a nigga out before he even start The support for me is so half-ass, won't do they part To spread the word about ya' boy, pro'lly bad mouth ya' boy Crabs in a bucket, y'all can sho'll do without ya' boy If you ain't helpin', you hinderin', you ain't praisin', you hatin' You ain't here by my side, then you tryin' my patience I say I trust what you sayin', far as I can propel you Can't even fling you wit' one hand, ain't shit else to tell you All I got in this world, are my word an' my balls An' I always keep my word, that's a urgency, dawg See, I ain't the greatest, I am perfectly flawed But makin' sick-ass tunes, don't get a third of applause When I spout out the gullet, 'cause I'm pissed off at y'all Y'all be actin' like I committed murder Ain't - doin' this for nothin', there's a purpose over all But I guess my goals are nothin' in the eyes of all of y'all **gunshot and scream** Verse 1: Sometimes I feel like a motherless child But factually, I'm a fatherless child, too much that bothers me now Well fuck that shit, this speech is sodomy now Wit' anger internalized, still hard calmin' me down The beast within awaketh, heard the call of the wild Had to come in raw, too many faulty an' mild Before one walks, yo, he must crawl like a child Wit' crabs in a cesspool, how you crawl out the bile? Trials an' tribulations, both altered my smile 12 years of preparation, how I altered my style You can take any road, but can't alter the miles You'll get there when you get there -- keep walkin' it, pal But me? Heh... still lost in the crowd Deadass, like Nicki's donk wit' rigor mortis, flossin' a shroud Uhn, life's a bitch, took my heart just to toss it around Hopefully get it back, 'fore I'm tossed in the ground Chorus(x1): Ooooh hey, a ooooh I'm trying to decide Which way to go I think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere Ooooh hey, a ooooh I'm trying to decide Which way to go I think I made a wrong turn back there, back there, back there... **track fades out**

"#KnowUCantRap: A Quick Lesson" Hook(x1): These young fools, always open they face about me You chil'en shouldn't be talkin' like that How half of you - managed to - get put on, I can't see E'rybody know you can't rap Now I - don't - know what you heard about me But kiddo don't make me spazz If you - get on - some bullshit tryna diss me You muhfuckaz know you can't rap Verse: M-Town, boy -- you're now listenin' to The Finest That unsigned, diamond in the rough, call me ya' highness Hell yeah I'm feelin' myself, the point of confidence If I don't feel I'm hot, how they gon' wanna fuck wit' it? I've seen these morons lately, steppin' outta bounds Babies claimin' they hate me, got that Special Ed sound Ain't talkin' Edward Archer, more like Bobby Fletcher's cuzzo Most def cleverly sharper, should pro'lly let ya' buzz go +The Truth+ like Landalious, misread like my alias You should stay in ya' lane, lackin' lyrical sapience A Ultra-Sapien, my catalog/Catalog varies like Ellis Baker Goin' HAM is Eddie's hellish nature Level up an' take ya', see Fine develops major Designed to never fade 'cause, Fine develops greater Tryna develop paper without losin' sense of self Idiots sold their souls, used for a inch of wealth Was taught to fend for self, I can ride the roughest currents Small things to a GIANT, rebuff, deterrent So far from fiction, recognize facts Fineprint came through to show you kids how to rap Hook(x1)

Hook A(x1): Separate the winners from the losers by a twist of fate Sometimes best investments are those you don't make Look, I'm just talkin' Trump talk, that Trump talk Ya boy out here thinkin' big, do my Trump walk Verse 1: Feel my story anywhere near over, sadly mistaken I get down, then get back up again; you know what's in the makin' A got damn LEGEND, that same damn feelin' I get it e'ry time I go in, Print be killin' Plannin' for the future while focusin' on the present Still learnin' from the past, kiss my ass if you present That's a lil' Kanye-izm; Happy New Year to my enemies Don't know what to do wit' themselves -- Smalls, ya' killin' me I'm on here talkin' Trump talk, hung/Hong like Duck sauce Swagger, do a Trump walk -- man, you heard the fuckin' boss Never lovin' hoes, let a trick get wrong I, grab her by the pussy, hang her up by her thong Hook B(x1): You, separate the winners from the losers by a twist of fate Sometimes best investments are those you don't make Look, I'm just talkin' Trump talk, that Trump talk Ya boy out here thinkin' big, do my Trump walk Measure me by all that I accomplish 'cause I do deserve it Focused on the present, seek the past for higher learnin' Separate the winners from the losers, world keeps turnin' Boy, I'm just talkin' Trump talk, that Trump talk Verse 2: But now it's time to talk that Print talk, that Print talk Ya' know, all I do is shit talk, that shit talk That "talkin' so much shit, can't stop it wit' a mint" talk "Be talkin' so much shit, I'm bound to get hit" talk Talkin' so much shit 'cause I feel I'm a KING Heavy is the head wit' the crown, kiss the ring Goin' nowhere fast, yet to hit the scene But that Print talk?-- It be fresh as Listerine Hook B(x1) Bridge: I make my work more pleasurable, sever the stress out I feel I'm too incredible, I'm ever left out? I go in shittin' on whoever, give no F 'bout The losers whinin' 'bout my win -- kick 'em the F out Hook C(x1): Separate the winners from the losers by a twist of fate Sometimes best investments are those you don't make Look, I'm just talkin' Trump talk, that Trump talk Ya boy out here thinkin' big, do my Trump walk Measure me by all that I accomplish 'cause I do deserve it Makin' Hip-Hop great again, such a selfless service I'm just talkin' Trump talk, that Trump talk Wit' Print talk mixed in, now back the fuck off

"Carry On (If This Ain't What You Like...) <Interlude>" If you're a fan of Fineprint, then this what you've been waitin' for Gon' head an' worship, meet me later on Satan's floor Took forever to drop, certainly worth the wait an' more Gettin' jewels from a GOAT, certainly worth my weight, for sure Mic in my palm, sights on the 'zon That's horizon for all you tykes lookin' dumb Index an' thumb L-shaped, wit' my tongue Blowin' raspberries at you fools, cough a lung An' pass a kidney stone 'cause he dope wit' the shit he on Reppin' that Nueve Cero Uno, not one to throw pity on Natural game like Deck, plus he's witty an' on His shit, time to make the city known An' spread the word 'bout Print, like a virus The Finest One, won't can dis/Candice like the chick who plays Iris On "The Flash", or I'll bring the gust in/Gustin 'Cause all these other niggaz that rap bring it disgustin' Why all these other niggaz that rap be main discussion? 'Cause all these other niggaz that rap the main disruption This ain't my introduction, did that 5 years ago Was +carefree+ wit' third degree burns in high stereo Keep gettin' better, improve wit' time Fermentin' bars in my wine cellar, of whoopass Still room for improvement, in the mood to rhyme All night, on this beat, spit the coolest lines Nah, I ain't the best, but, I'm above the avvy A semi-phenom, meaner, than Mark Cally Oops, I mean Calaway, my mind went - that a way This beat is sayin' don't hurt me no more, like Haddaway Aces an' eights, do it the Luke Gallow way A Dead man's hand when the cards are played, I have to say Shots to the back of the head like James Hickok Should've got the fuck out of Dodge, got ya shit rocked Nah, this ain't no Emo Rap -- this Hip-Hop Pink cookies an' severed ears crushed up in a ziplock Writin' what you won't, tight, in my zone If this ain't what you like, carry on...

"Gunplay Wordplay" The hand that I write these bars wit', also has the trigger finger A hair trigger, itchin' like a case of Seborrheic Dermatitis Ready to unload on those who slander Reprimand 'em wit' a fully loaded clip That's 16, an' this the 5th bullet The 6th bullet, comin' right behind it Chompin' at ya' ear like Evander's, 'fore I can finish the rhyme scheme That I started, it's goin' R-R-R-R-R-RAT! That gun sound's retarded Hollowtip rounds that be rockin' them Special Ed helmets While you niggaz out here goin' dumb wit' the dummy rounds So inert, when you burst, I hear tummy sounds An' I don't mean that Thompson sub-machine Assumptions of what I mean, get you crushed up in between The bars that come out in succession, I succeed in firin' Another after another wit' no signs of expirin' Give these fools a L, like a 50-round drum Deliver dudes to Hell, they like "Really? How come?" You know you weren't a angel, all that dirt that you did Had enough to bury you under, less work for the kid I'm pretty docile, in my e'ryday life Humble wit' a closed mouth, unless I'm on that mic One of the illest to do it, always prove it Stick my dick into these tracks, bussin' nuts of blazin' music An' it's never too hype, my homies blazin' to it Keep it lit like Khalifa an' Andretti You not ready for Eddie to go off, like police abusin' power Black lives that didn't matter to that propellant an' gunpowder Hands up, don't shoot You niggaz gettin' loud, but ya' guns on mute An' when I talk about guns, I'm talkin' 'bout rhymes An' y'alls ain't got a streak of shit on none of mine Yeah, follow me as I spit this fanatical fiasco Of firearm similes an' metaphors in my ammo Respect to Nickel 9, I hope I did this justice Heard the drums an' melody, then rhymes started rushin' To the forefront of my brain, so I'm fully focused No hocus, I'm that dope; none of my peers can come close It's - somethin' magnificent, that happens wit' my written shit May borrow some lines, but never on no bitten shit I am not a shark, that is forbidden shit But niggaz might be comin' after me like I'm the Black Ian Ziering You are hearing "Bars From The Kid, Volume Two" This is "Gunplay Wordplay", Print is through

"E'rything I Love / Nutz Ain't Big" **gunshot** (Come on!) Verse 1: Got skill burnin' in my body Drive went from Chevy to Maserati Flows an' hooks steady comin', mind open like a hotel lobby If you write it, they will come, just make sure you body E'rything, don't leave a single drum alive When I'm finished, only the bars I spit will survive I want e'rything due to me For e'ry spiteful thing they do to me, or did to me I gotta do it, like I never done it, overdo it Execute, e'ry single naysayer through the music Just wanna move up to diamonds from the cubics Move up to a mansion, recline in a jacuzzi I - just wanna live life, not mediocrity Smack the lungs out whoever believin' this just a hobby, B Told y'all it's nothin'-- fake friends won't stop him Write a 16 if you got a problem Hook(x1): Cross my heart an' hope to die, on e'rything I love Nothin' will ever come between me an' what I does You can get that notarized by the Man above Who I became ain't a thang like who I was See I'm tellin' you now, on e'rything I love You could never come between me an' what I does Go an' get that notarized by the Man above I am nothin' at all like who I was, dawg... Verse 2: Now, let me repeat: I'm a champion Any corner that I'm backed up in Just immediately, presents a door of opportunity By now you'd think the Devil had learned not to screw wit' me But Satan is stubborn, an' - so am I **gunshot** (Part two!) Verse 1: You either get stepped on or step against me Without a rep this long, you can't convince me Still gettin' slept on, should reset history Take 'em back to 2014, refresh memories That yackin' you do? It's fuel in my balloon Hot air-powered; caught in cross-hairs, now ya stares go downward Afraid to look, snake eyes to the loser Vaffanculo to ya ruler, he's nothin' but a tool I'm the shit, drippin' sauce, man that's nothin' but the stool What is writ, it is boss, man that's nothin' but the cool Fuckin' up these fools, buncha fuck niggaz dyin' Dump 'em off in plots, why these suckas keep tryin' To stop a Juggernaut, get crushed in my pathway Battlin' wit' the handicap, still can't meet me halfway Can't beat me nann day, pump them brakes 'Cause you won't get a chance to erase that mistake Hook(x2): I gotta say it: Y'all nutz ain't big at all Fuck how you feel about that statement, I ain't sayin' pause Gone talk that talk -- ain't shit you sayin' raw Pump ya' brakes real quick, 'fore you take a loss **gunshot and laugh**

"The Moves (#FOCUSED) <Interlude>" Hook A(X1): Some of y'all perplexed by how I do it Agile wit' the style, versatile movement All across the board wit' all my music I don't just talk this, kid I prove it Verse 1: It's like one-two one-two, I'm on it from the AM to the PM That's daybreak up to vespertide Writin' vicious rhymes, niggaz sprayin' pesticide Playin' buddy wit' masks on, out to kill my buzz But I still keep goin', no amount of struggle Will stop how I persevere, got that Hercules muscle Assassination shot wit' no muzzle An' I'm aimin' at the top Body drop, by-standers puzzled That's what you get for rubberneckin' Now I'm re-tuckin' my weapon, start fuckin' forgettin' E'rything you just saw, man I'm on some ignorant shit, gotta be that way Only wanna blow up, gotta see that day So if I fuckin' go Pop, don't trip, you knew the day was comin' Ain't nobody sellin' out over here Stayin' true on some Nelly Furtado shit Still pissed Ms. Creswell fucked me out my scholarship Unknown rappers got alotta lip Man, grab that Clorox an' swallow it Hook A(X1) Hook B(x1): Now - listen up, pay attention, watch how I move Got my focus back, you can't wreck my groove Where yo' focus at? Done lost yo' mojo My nigga that's a no-no Now listen up, pay attention, watch how I move Got my focus back, you can't wreck my groove Where yo' focus at? C'mon... Hook A(x1)

"#SaNMFD, Pt. II: More Fineprint Music" It's - Fineprint on his shit, all y'all can suck a dick Es-pecially the haters, tell 'em back up off me quick I've been bidin' all my time, savin' bars for this rhyme Finally ready to let 'em go -- fuck wit' me, slime Fake friends thought they left me for dead, but I's back An' comin', to get my revenge on this track Don't matter how long we've known each other, cut no slack Only throats wit' the knives y'all lodged in my back Now, some might - say I'm - overreactin' Callin' me pussy, claimin' it's the ovaries actin' But ain't nada in me feminine, no traces of estrogen Adrenaline rush through my bars, written wit' a Epipen If you still sleepin' on me? This yo' sleep paralysis An' I hope you can't recover after this For half-ass support, props I knew you wouldn't give Gettin' mad when I diss people you think I shouldn't, kid You've known for years Trell: I always say names Fuck those, who don't like it, y'all just lames Like, these muthafuckaz who walked away Simply 'cause, I back Trump, ain't that a shame? It's cool though, plenty other fish in the sea Really don't want Libtards listenin' to me Speakin' of, a fuck you to bitchez in my friends list Mad 'cause I don't like these borin' Conscious nitwits Broads lackin' personality, no need tellin' 'em Only things poppin' are their bodies an' melanin An' only 15 percent seem intelligent The rest so fuckin' stupid that statin' such is irrelevant **gunshot**