‘#Dontsleeptoolong… ('Serial Killa' FreetheStyleMIX) <Intro>’ Verse: I stay on it, get the picture like a chirren book Ya' posturin' don't mean a thing, my aura leave you chirren shook {-} Darkness in e'ry crevice, heavy presence, see ya' will get took Play my cards right, you can't conceal the rook {-} Was on a leisurely stroll, still ya' buildin' shook My 16's be infernos, make the ceilin' cook 88th century sorcerer when I wield my book {-} Workin' magic wit' bars, a killin' field of hooks Ice-grill is my look, stay unapproachable Thirst unquenchable, plus I'm uncontrollable {-} But Sun is quotable, a notable voice When you ask 'em who they favor, never multiple choice It be me, yes I — always an' forever unanimous The topic of discussion, e'ryone is a panelist Nobody's challengin', be my only competition {-} Prodigious vanguardian, holy composition Only opposition be my limited wealth Be penitent 'cause my sins brought– limited health See, I'm hungry for some wins, when I get atcha belt? It's to reverse ya' notches, an' pin 'em to self {-} I know when to slow down, e'ry limit is felt But at times I overdo it, end up kickin' myself Tons of ice 'round my heart, won't get it to melt Hardcore demeanor, but be lyrically svelte Break: ((Beef's a patty melt, you hardly be important Still a pistol by my side like– Froggy Went a-Courtin' Scaldin' when recordin', flawless in assortment The rawness from my jaws has– awe-inspired your men Like Foreman against Norton, ya' stumblin', on the ropes Tryna hold on to hope, no use — ya' gettin' smoked An' I boast– it be no ghost in what I wrote Provost when it comes to bars, who do the most?)) Verse (Cont.): Yeah, you think I'm broke 'cause I'm ~lazy? But it's really on purpose, keep away the worthless Money-hungry broads an' saditty whores {-} All them greedy, wealthy folk be those who really poor {–} I bare it all an' they feel me more An' when the words don't work, well, that's what the steel is for I ain't for the rank an' file, –fuck you an' yo' regiment Said you would do +numbers/Numbers+, such a +old testament+ Save my voice for bars, generally reticent On it from the +A.M./Am+ to the +P.M./Pm+, in my +element+ Negligent, told you don't sleep too long Night terrors spring to life when I'm creepin' on Yeah, I do this shit wit' ease, while they weep an' moan I'm just here for the praise, gon' heap it on Keepin' on wit' the keep on, roll like a juggernaut Ten toes down, don't matter if I thug or not Fire like I'm belt-fed, e'ry slug is hot All it take is 8 bars to get ya' nugget rocked

‘JUST FLOW (‘Drive Slow’ FreetheStyleMIX)’ Verse: These fools can't hold the kid, they ambisinister I preach just to raise some hell, then dap the minister Sour like– anodal shock, an' dabbed in vinegar Never wanna see me shine, –they drab an' miniature So gone, –talkin' all that shit out they neck {-} Poppin' them suppository percs, do derogatory work Wanna go out an' get on? Never how the story works {-} Whole lot of years to attain all them +cheers/Cheers+ {-} No need for +Sam Malone+, or +Lily Sternin+ Reason why I jam alone? I'm really learnin' Get better than I am, in a zone, I feel the burnin' Do it for the fam that's known I've had this yearnin' Since a youth, put the pen to the pad, just go {-} Started out wit' poetry, developed to a flow Morph to a deluge when I'm mad, crush a throat {-} Make a mince wit' ya' epiglottis, stay manically episodic Go tell 'em f' the topic, nothin' I do is linear Tryna overstand it? Only gon' be the end of ya' You a visitor, I'm local– wit' a lotta rich history The product, an' you sick of me Put you out ya' misery, I know you feelin' blasé Down in them doldrums, torpid in the bah-day (body) All I ever needed was help, you chose to sha-mé (shame) Claimin' that my hands always out like Khaby Lamé Cah-pay (copy)? Best you keep ya' smackers sewed up Don't go speakin' on me, bruh; {-} think an' hol' up You don't know me like that, eighty miles from ya' ambit This Chess, not Candyland, —hit you wit' that Evans Gambit Gotta hand it to him, –like a super-secret handshake Ain't used to heat this man make, proof that beasts are man-made Boosted an' feel damn great, crucial like a mandate Through wit' all yo' bland ways; juice an' you just mayonnaise Hand grenades I be writin', an' got lightnin' {-} Stuffed wit' the ship in an impossible bottle I done tossed it in a maelstrom, conjured in a mailroom Delivery's chaotic, my recipe just spells doom {–} My mind is a Philosopher's stone, I make gold 'Bout mine when I'm rockin' the 'phone, so take notes {-} I'm fine cold rockin' alone, now take hold {-} Design, cold-locked in a zone, I break molds Awake cold, but I sleep good 'Cause– I found comfort in gelidity Made a duvet out a blanket of snow, bankin' to blow Bust a tranq in ya' throat, snooze all ya' naysayin' I'm rarely vacayin', but– I could use a whole day Gotta lotta stress to release, could use a ho face Request for me to dumb it down, answer wit' usually no way A picture of my e'ryday life, no ukiyoé

‘Carry On '23 ('Barry Bonds' FreetheStyleMIX)’ Verse: If you a fan of NFE, then this what you've been waitin' for I stepped back a bit, depletion hit my creative core Know I took forever, but certainly worth the wait, I'm sure Jewels from a GOAT, certainly worth my weight an' more 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 {-} Years ago, mapped it out, thought my path was clean Sure-shot to success, but the math was green I was wet behind the ears, naive an' overeager Fell for some bullshit 'cause my pockets are meager {-} That was when I learned how cutthroat this industry Can really be; {-} a nigga dreams got fricasseed Thought it was all gravy, really blood in an' out An' I ain't 'bout that life, so I hit that turnabout Chose a different route, stress was out-and-out Unbearable, {-} my hopes got shredded like sauerkraut Lost faith in what I wrote, couldn't even recite it Just burned up my mouth like the words were ignited {-} Now I say a prayer over songs before I write 'em Ask God to work on my mind, it's forces fightin' Heart's full of spite, these wrongs I wanna right 'em Gotta clear up low vibes an' get– my soul heightened I be frightened, feelin' like a motherless child Though I know Momz be prayin', got me under this shroud I wanna be a star, but I'm still– one in the crowd I love Hip-Hop like I love what I've done— yeah, I'm proud Avowed that I'll never give up, gon' hold my own Remain adamant; unmovable stone in a cyclone Still writin' what you won't; tight, in my zone If this ain't what you like, carry on...

‘2Nyte (Goin' Down)’ Verse: It's been a long day, I'm thinkin' 'bout that chillin' Straight comin' home to hit that bed 'for pro'lly 80 minutes But gotta hop in the shower first, wash that funk from work off That's two levels of dirt: mental an' physical I need to rest, but bars– been on my brain all dizzay Gotta murk some beats to knock the irk off, can't plizzay A must I keep the blades sharp– Bust any mic I get handed, many don't understand it Those– not in this profession, gon' balk at my confession –Failin' to see the primacy of releasin' aggression I know y'all be inquirin', concerned 'bout my social life I always been reclusive, never moved like a socialite But trust, I got some homies, a clique that includes exes Any not in my circle, rejected, labled excessive Others, they get the message, know my schedule an' such I been carvin' out some time for tonight, let's level up Hook(×1): It's goin' down tonight, tonight it goes down It's goin' down tonight, tonight it goes down It's goin' down tonight, tonight it goes down It's goin' down tonight, tonight it's gonna go down

‘#ENCORE: 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)