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Fearless Heights Presents​.​.​. Call Me King: The Mixtape

by Fineprint NFE

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"Call Me King [Mark II]" Verse 1: Call me king, but don't call me later Call me great, but don't call for paper Acknowledge me 'cause my bars are greater You'll never call my bluff, so call ya maker Legend in the making, shit I been made Got me talkin' shit like I been paid I don't need ya help, shit, I been straight I'ma get it all one of these - days Folk nowadays contradict like dichotomy Pay them no mind, they just in the menagerie Mind's on my pockets an' waterfront property No time for niggaz - throwin' blank shots at me Beggin' for handouts like money just digitate How many sips of that dirty sprite did ya take? No, I ain't wealthy, when I do get it straight Won't see a penny of mine or a dinner plate Couple things I gotta reiterate Solidify facts, folks be on my case Niggaz lie to ya face, actin' like they ya dog But they creepin' thru the smog wit' knives ready to draw Snake shit, more drama than "Port Charles" Miscellaneous files, hard to sort it all Kent Brockman-type niggaz be foul, report it all But I never lose sight of my goal; this is for y'all An' yeah, it's takin' awhile, still applaud 'Cause I'm never on my last leg, keep it raw When brought to the brink, kick it into overdrive My drive to compete is the hope that overrides Swallowin' my pride, never fold, double-down Stickin' to my goals, never fuck around Folks try to tear me down, but I rise from the ash Call me king, just never call for the cash Hook(x1): All y'all better stay up out of my ear wit' that fake shit All y'all better get the fuck on out of here wit' that hate shit I know y'all in the background, just prayin' I don't make it That's why I stay on my P's an' Q's, 'cause a nigga meant for greatness Uhn, it's me an' my niggaz for life, it's me an' my bitch for life Uhn, it's only one life to live, so a nigga gotta get it right Uhn, it's me an' my niggaz for life, it's me an' my bitch for life Uhn, it's only one life to live, so I rock that crown for tonight (Call me king!) Verse 2: Thank you, for all the hate an' the laughter Every jab, every pie to the face; you made a cold bastard An' if you jeered in the rafters Thank you for pushin' me to achieve my ever after On some Drake shit, thanks for those true colors Revealed what was true of us From what I knew of us, made it easier to push the button Bygones - ain't even worth discussin' I'm a force to be reckoned wit', you beckoned it Now I'm about to show you all how I really get down Mixtape shit, still buildin' my sound So far the followers of my faith buildin' my town Feelin' me now? Do this for my future seeds An' to get me an' Momz back where we used to be I miss goin' on sprees at the mall Truthfully, she deserves it all One day, I'ma fly her out to Switzerland That's why I'm 'bout to go hard for these riches, man Life done had me royally fucked up For far too long, too many gongs Now my head ringin' wit' the chimes of a king Speak into bein' every line that I sing Deprived too long, now I'm pinin' for bling The throne in my sights, man, it's shinin' for me Hook(x1)
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"Galleria Print" Well I'm back wit' an array of brash words, displayed for mad nerds Interchanged the adverbs In a daze, that's absurd; I - graze the brains Ricochet wordplay, reverberate an' resonate wit' the masses I'm - the shepard, the lord, guidin' the sheep in a mass herd Leadin' 'em all to their death from this pas-ture Er... ahem, kickin' the scripted kingpin shit Straight from the slums of travesty Most can't even fuck wit' my lung capacity to shoot the breeze Wipe all slates, reboot the seeds Swift boot to the scrotum an' knees, emcees inducin' Z's Proof that I bleed Hip-Hop, doin' this shit wit' ease It's seamless how it runs, no wrinkles in time Fuckz will bet their last dime to find a crinkle in mine Only crinkles come from the raps that didn't make it past par An' that's for the course, now meditate on that bar Verse 2: You niggaz still think the height of lyricism is "Packin' a MAC in the back of the Acura" Old fads, you rap wit' a 'pack but never brush up your vernacular Egads -- I guess when the track isn't spectacular Ropes get cast an' you end up in the gallows, bruh It's sad when half the menagerie is less than amateur Nothin' stellar but the gospel comin' from Yolanda Adams, uh... +Stand Out+ 'cause I come as +Fresh+ as Tye Tribbett Flows that I exhibit, detractors will try an' mimic Find a gimmick, 'cause the fiery lyrics that I have spitted Make me more than formidable against foes when I am pitted Tired of critics, take your opinion, die off wit' it Tie that thought up to a kite, my nigga, fly off wit' it An' while I'm at it, no time for sensitive beatmakers Pushin' 50 an' a pacemaker -- I need paper Patronize me like I need favors What I need is Trump shinin' my Supras, reparations an' 40 acres Woah... pause, #BlackLivesMatter Now picket that while me an' Harrison Wells disperse black matter Particle mishaps, I created a +Vibe+ You'll be sorely remiss for not takin' the ride
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"Ice Shards (#GlaciersofIce)" Bluff City representer, finna turn this Spring back to Winter Them April showers gon' become ice shards Fallin' like daggers, atcha neck like the Stone Cold Stunner It's gonna be a more frigid Summer For now, you gon' see ya breath this Spring No May flowers to bloom, just jewels to bling I'm tryna crush this scene, 2016 my year An' if not, next year will be clear I done jumped all hurdles, flew thru rings of fire Motocross wit' each cycle, I'm dirtier but flier You should call me sire Natural causes only way I'll quit, never retire Hip-Hop is how I live, a true starvin' artist Barely make a dime off what I kick But see I do this for love, an' that part ain't fulfilled Made a pact wit' the Devil like he gon' keep it real Too cold for the lowest circle of Hell I steps in that bitch an' I makes it hail Shouldn't play around wit' the dark side of spiritual But my soul seems to go thru infernal intervals
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"Trenches of Gold (#JEWELS)" Verse 1: I am - feelin' like Pacino in '83 It's the bad guy, an' yeah, you know what to say to me Middle fingers up, I came to bring y'all hell Prayin' I don't die young like Armitage Trail Whole life I been tryna ménage, wit' bad broads that look like K. Michelle Hit 'em wit' the Akinyele Baby bless the Huey, I just wanna skee +Fuck Me For Free+, 'cause money make the world 360 degree Get lifted off me, straight cerebral Sour D Take it to the head like Spring Break week This shit is deep, but yo peep -- them sucka niggaz sleep Leave 'em head to feet like siblings in low income homes I told y'all - to leave the king alone You gon' - make me hop off of this throne Silly cabrón, an' I was takin' a shit All over ya livelihood, you tried me, ugh... I'm just another breed, mother had a fuckin' thunderseed Rambunctious, sippin' Black Russian, rebel KGB It's Vladimir Print Bear witness as my stratosphere begins Need that - pussy so good, it's like a cashmere clit Sick, take her up in Saks Fif an' shit Yeah, 'cause if I was ballin' like that You know them boppers would be callin' like that Rep the 901, will hoist it all on my back Once I get the fuck on, I'll be crawlin' in stacks Got jewels buried deep in the trenches of gold... Verse 2: **Motherfuckas can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more** I suggest another avenue to explore Cut the bullshit an' the theatrics 'Cause all those who did it either dead or geriatric Every time I bless a beat, it's very classic Full of myself? Pro'lly, but I also bury bastards It's obvious, I'm narrowly the brashest It's folly to disparage me wit' fashion, I'm carryin' the ashes Of the phoenix in a Dutch Master, no puff passin' I'm reborn thru every toke, you fucks laughin' Steady repeatin' -- ouroboros You overdose... on my potent flows You thumb ya nose, get a broken proboscis Thicker skin than Colossus, can't stop me wit' no options Niggaz get to jokin' obnoxious, I'm nauseous On offense but cautious, the nonsense is lossless An' compressed into a .RAR, 85MB You should zip it like pirated MPEG-Layer 3 No matter how good you kick it, I will not pay a fee Niggaz gave me a migraine, pass the Bayer, B Do this in my sleep, you gettin' to flinchin' an' fold I got jewels buried deep in the trenches of gold
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"Better Off wit' the Dick" Hook(x1): Girl, if you wantin' love - better stay away Say you wantin' dough - bitch, don't play But if you wanna fuck - I'll be on my way See, you pro'lly better off wit' the dick If you wantin' love - better stay away Say you wantin' dough - bitch, don't play But if you wanna fuck - I'll be on my way Girl, you pro'lly better off wit' the dick Verse 1: Got dammit, I'm at it again Dealin' wit' these hoes that want half of my ends Bitch you know that I'm strapped for them ends You ain't carin'; my last 2 bucks you will spend If you - knew better, you'd do better But ya only out for the score, so what you do is never Fakin' like you in love, what you really in is lust An' I ain't even trippin' 'cause I just wanna fuck I - asked yo' ass to keep it real Like I do the rest of them broads, but you neglectin' that part Talkin' real shit boo, let it rest on your heart Money ain't everything, don't let it tear us apart Back an' forth wit' the drama, always stressin' the past 'Cause for the future, got many questions to ask But stay true, an' when I get it, I'll be blessin' that ass 'Cause baby, you atten' (a ten) like you present for class Hook(x1) Verse 2: I keep my heart guarded, locked an' in a vault I tend to be the target of infidelity assaults Guess it's my fault that I'm gullible, fallin' for every trick of the trade Trustin' in a big butt an' smile An' every chick that wave, paradin' her way into my inbox Claimin' she can make it better An' be different than the last chick But all she does is dumb shit an' come up average It's a well-known fact, ain't got my shit together But check it, bitch -- look, at least I'm tryin' I ain't like these other niggaz, facetious an' perpetratin' But for some reason, y'all feel sucka-niggaz is worth datin' You call me a bum, like I ain't aware Scope - my pockets close, nada damn thing there But I do have a dick, that ooze out sumpin' thick Keep a Trojan on that shit so you won't ooze out a kid Hook(x1)
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"#NoShreds" The voices in my brain say kill the game an' leave no shreds Get at rappers like a cartel, leave no heads Sick of niggaz sleepin', so I snatch the sheets, pillows an' beds Sew this muhfucka up, leave no threads Of course I'm the best, way ahead of the class Like I'm - eatin' the teacher's pussy under the desk An' she's - lookin' good like my Spanish teacher in 9th grade Sexy as fuck, type of body I will catch a fade Over... if her man's found out Tell him it was worth it for he knock my ass out Wake up grinnin', blood leakin' outta my mouth Not givin' a fuck, point of this anecdote no doubt Student of the old school, lyricism is in my veins Give every verse - my humor, anger an' pain Most times I'm full of rage, but I'm learnin' to manage My fury - a lot better thru rappin' So I appear - cool, calm an' collected on this track Like my favorite rapper which is Curren$y in fact An' uh... he's the inspiration for me hittin' this beat So I'm goin' in, bringin' the heat Tryna hit the right notes wit'out seein' the sheet Stayin' abreast/a breast in this flood wit'out seein' the teat Heh... yeah, they'll never catch the wordplay So I flip the bird, dude it's absurd what them nerds say Respect to Max B, I'm tryna make waves Do it the way those before me did it, the road's paved Whips from success, 16 bars a slave Close curtains on these morons then dab on they grave I am - one of those rappers that you have to play Once you hear the mixtape, it's shit you have to save You gotta rave, pump your fists, the roof has got to raise Out that awkward phase, left them fools in a daze You know me... Call me king...
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The follow-up to the EP, "Call Me King", released back in December. 12 tracks of lyricism, heart and skill.

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released April 17, 2016

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Fineprint NFE Memphis, Tennessee

Born January 11, 1988 in Memphis, TN; Eddie White (Known as Fineprint NFE) yearned to be an entertainer. Whether 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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