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‘#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
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‘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
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‘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...
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‘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
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‘#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)
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This project has been in the works since 2017 or so and was originally going to be self-produced, but I never could make the beats I wanted, so I chose to do a mix of remixes and original songs over instrumentation by other producers. Hopefully what you hear is in-line with my previous work and has replay value. 👌🏾🙏🏾 Anyway, #PressPlay, #VIBE and #ENJOY…
‘Don't Sleep Too Long…, Vol. One’ track listing:
01 #Dontsleeptoolong… ('Serial Killa' FreetheStyleMIX) <Intro>
02 JUST FLOW ('Drive Slow' FreetheStyleMIX)
03 P L A C E [Prod. by Drago}
04 Carry On '23 ('Barry Bonds' FreetheStyleMIX)
05 Irrelevant [Prod. by MusikDae}
06 Back? I Never Left ('Guess Who's Back' FreetheStyleMIX)
07 #UMUSTLEARN ('The Learning (Burn)' FreetheStyleMIX)
08 2Nyte (Goin' Down) ('It's Goin' Down' FreetheStyleMIX)
09 #ENCORE: COME 2 THAT [Prod. by Wally Beatz}
10 Don't Doubt It '23 [Prod. by Jacob Levan}
11 TBD
12 Get Me Home [2023 REDUX]
Fineprint NFE
Soulful Hip-Hop/Mainground Hip-Hop/Conscious Rap/Hardcore Hip-Hop
Fearless Heights / E.U.C. Recordings
NFE-01112025
Releases: 01/11/2025
releases January 11, 2025