Eddie White Pt. 1

by Fineprint Misread (aka SAVAAR)



Part 1 of 4 EPs I will release. A mix of both my production and popular instrumentals. #StayTuned for more details...


released August 17, 2017

Fearless Heights / #TGL Recordings / KxNG-PRxNT Productions



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Fineprint Misread Memphis, Tennessee

Born January 11, 1988 in Memphis, TN; Eddie White (Known as Fineprint Misread) always wanted to be entertainer. Whether it was through acting, poetry or music, he knew he wanted to shine. He started out with aspirations of being a comic book artist and poet, but the poetry part soon turned into rapping. At the present time, he's perfecting his craft as an artist. Stay tuned. ... more

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Track Name: Drawin' Lines (feat. Early Morning Madness) [Prod. by KxNG-PRxNT}
"Drawin' Lines (feat. Early Morning Madness)"

Verse 1:
This one here's for all those who done turned they backs on me
The fairweather friends often goin' lax on me
It done got me to the point where I can't relax, homie
Paranoid an' aggy, like a heart attack is close, G
We ain't talked in years, thinkin' they still know me
Alone wit' my tears, wasted time you still owe me
Steady waitin' on that love you promised you would show me
Would've given you the world, but now you can just blow me
Feelin' e'rybody wants me under, minus the anesthesia
Don't wanna see the underdog rise above it all
'Fore I can build it good, they want it torn asunder
Never can satiate my hunger 'less they in the bleachers
Don't know why I feel I need 'em, pro'lly never know
So pathetic raisin' my hopes for props they'll never show
Grudges held tight, so my light will never glow
Stunted by those who fronted, I will never grow

I can never fall ever again
I can never fall ever again, that's the truth, nigga
Shame on me lettin' fakes drive me outta my mind
Bridges burned, here I'm drawin' the lines

Verse 2:
Airplane Mode in effect, had to sequester myself
Spendin' time wit' my thoughts, had to lecture myself
Reignite the feelin', had to texture myself
Boosted my morale sendin' texts to myself
Was so pissed last night, layin' next to myself
Shakin' an' shiverin', sayin' threats to myself
Downtrodden an' faithless, so much less than myself
Almost rage quit like that's what's best for my health
Yeah, still feelin' like I'm not supposed to be here
Done worked so damn hard, so there's not supposed to be fear
A muthafuckin' man, there's not supposed to be tears
Yet, here they are -- cheeks supposed to be clear
The day I shine, niggaz pro'lly screw they face up at me
Catch me on the humble, squeeze a .38 up at me
Blowin' out my brains, insanely made 'em splat, G
Lookin' in my eyes as I die like that made him happy

Track Name: Waitin' 4 a Smile (Insomniac Chronicles) [Prod. by KxNG-PRxNT}
"Waitin' 4 a Smile (Insomniac Chronicles)"

Verse 1:
All I need in life is some muhafuckin' peace, no worry on my mind
Don't wanna be another nigga holdin' on to a vice, gotta get up out my binds
All this insecurity, within impurity, second-guessin' an' rage combined
Immaturity, weak futurity; there's no surety I'll unwind
Oh yeah, e'rybody love to criticize, open up an' they'll just minimize
E'ry word, 'cause they can't empathize; in they eyes an' they still can't visualize
Realize, I won't be happy 'til I'm sittin' on a million
An' they won't be happy 'til I'm fuckin' out my feelin's
This world... is straight devoid of compassion for
It's fellow man, they straight avoid benevolent actions or
They patronize, not out of love, but out of pretentious pity
They feel good, lionized by selfish acts of giving
That false sense of caring, a facade most often worn
By the upper an' middle class, make you wish you had never been born
Abort! Abort! But it's far too late to get up out them dregs
Hold it down, in the trenches, 'til the time you can use ya' legs

I just gotta keep on pushin', you see what I'm workin' towards
Don't know what lies ahead, but I know what I'm lookin' for
I just wanna smile for once, can my bliss please be sincere?
I'm sick of bein' up all night, worryin' what I'm doin' here

Verse 2:
Fuck is wrong wit' me? Keep feelin' like I really need a MAC, strapped, tucked in on to me
Fuck's been done to me? Keep reelin' at the fact can't surpass e'ry fuckwit under me
Fuckin' ornery, gettin' mad at my raps, outclassed, that's just a summary
Fuckin' done wit' me, e'rybody from my past just laughs like "You're fuckin' old to me."
Fuckin' scoldin' me, could you - please please let a muhafucka breathe?
Fuckin' holdin' me, an' I hate bein' boxed in, just muhafuckin' leave
What you told to me, I will never in my life ever hold to it steadfastly
Exactly, even if I'm dead last -- you fools better tread aptly
I'll be forever goin' in, it's like a M-6-7 when I hold the pen/pin
So much dope within, can't hold it in; no goin' toe to toe, never boast again
Hope it's soakin' in, wrote this to be potent, enough when you quote it, see that I'm chosen
Somebody to be noticin', put me on ya' list as the coldest then
'Til I'm up here toast-a-in', my success, like I 'posed to been
Tryna be right, but I'm 'posed to sin, goin' for the gold wit' no soul up in
Waitin' for a smile, plenty hope within, on naysayers, ain't focusin'
But it's still of note that I'm focused in, on the prize, no bogus win