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From 901
01:26
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"From 901"
Up early feelin' unworthy
So many crabs in a bucket, how I let these niggaz unnerve me?
Flame retardent regardless, ya hardest can't burn me
So if you trippin', I'm flippin'; better come wit' a gurney
I - swear I'm in rare form
Feelin' so clair-a-voy, seein' it clear, boy
Back on my John Deere, snakes in the grass
Man these niggaz is earsores; fuck is you here for?
My only rival exists in my songs
Each verse gotta be better than the last
That's why you barely catch me bein' lax
'Cause the second I fallback, that's when they all caps
An' that's short for capitalize
I can never let a nigga try to rise when I dim my shine
So, give the drummer some, then give them some
All my haters want a lil' bite-- dim sum
Championship? Shit, we near one
We just goin' for the cup like beer pong
I never fear one man, only fear God
So I ain't wit' the +dark side/Darkseid+ like DeSaad
Flesh of my flesh, but we still at odds
Can't even it out, what is it even about?
You - talk about truth, ain't seekin' it out
But if it don't concern guap, what we speakin' about?
Chuuch...
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"Eyes at the Zenith (Solo Version)"
Shit ain't in the cards when dealt, then reshuffle the deck
There's always room to start over when it comes to respect
But first? First I must battle my inner demons
'Fore I ever give one of these chicks my semen
I can't raise a seed wit' these issues
Daily long talks wit' the man in the mirror, I'm so confused
I want out this rut; long story, lotta plot holes
Heh, y'all ain't seein' the bigger picture
Stand over the old me like Tommy stood over Ricardo Diaz
Pull the trigger, this a rub out an' a takeover
Seein' myself as a influential figure
When I die, leave my fingerprint on many a heart
'Cause I touched souls wit'out tryin'
In my mind is a plethora of thoughts; got me dyin'
A lot goin' on, that's why I act irrational
Hard to maintain when everybody bashin' you
On a constant; most will tell you it's all my fault
But they takin' they stress out on me
In turn, I take mine out on those who don't deserve it
Remainin' forever apologetic
Tryna be different, this a honest effort
Puttin' down myself like "Nigga, you ain't ready."
You ain't gotta call me Conscious, man, I hate labels
Just keep tellin' me how I keep it real
Hook(x2):
Eyes at the zenith, got a view from the top
God's eye is on the sparrow, mine's on the guap
Seein' shit different, remainin' unfazed
You ain't gotta be here, just be amazed
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Next To It (Remix)
01:20
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"Next To It (Remix)"
Told them to switch it up, just wouldn't do it
So I move forward like "best foot" next to it
Didn't like the last shit, they necks weren't movin'
Heads only bob if a dick next to 'em
It's a cryin' shame, but fuck it, I kept movin'
Opus 131, no breaks-- next movement
That's the way it is when I drop my music
Talent you not usin', shit is not amusin'
I - bring the +Heat+ like Bosh next to it
See, I sacrifice like Baph next to it
That's a big myth wit' a sham next to it
Pyramid an' a eye, pentagram next to it
Soul in the mic wit' my heart next to it
Yo soul on ice, peep the dart next to it
Kinda old school, gold links next to me
An' I'm in beast mode wit' a Sphinx next to me
Let's go...
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Air Gear (Solo Version)
01:17
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"Air Gear (Solo Version)"
I only got a couple Day 1's
But I'm still wit' them niggaz like a time loop
They say numbers don't lie, so if you check my team
It's small, but the theme of trust is a powerful thing
Screamin' fuck the world 'cause it's mine, on a diamond platter
Whatever y'all want out of life don't even matter
Wanna ball so hard, it's a flagrant foul
But you gets no free shots, quit aimin' now
Gon' back up player, fall off me
Tryna shut me down like San Andreas-- Hot Coffee
Damn y'all niggaz all salty, bruh
But it ain't runnin' up my blood pressure
I know I spit better, hotter than Ghost pepper
Showstopper, you a half-stepper; man, I know better
My fuckin' flow's clever, ya' flow's paint dryin'
I'd rather do body shots of bleach off a hungry lion
Heh... methinks you ain't tryin'
You say you improvin', I see no results
Quit tryna boast wit' nothin' to show for it, nigga
... 'cause I hate a fuckin' charlatan
High'd up, higher up like penthouse wit' a helipad
Less concerned wit' a bitch, but still check if she hella bad
Nigga I'm hella rad, Umbrella swag
Infectin' all you coons
They hella mad, I gives no fucks...
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Ageless (Throwaway Flow)
01:44
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"Ageless (Throwaway Flow)"
It's nothin' but the truth from my lips like a drunk uncle
Fineprint at your service, pure facts when I blurt it
The beat in need of convalescence how I hurt it
Sprinkle knowledge in an' out, may recognize it if you heard it
But only if you real, that's the main appeal
Stickin' to ya soul like chicken soup, you crazy if you don't feel
Even a ounce of it, the belly of the beast
Couldn't contain me so I'm comin' out the mouth of it
Dead nasty, my type of art ain't really in fashion
But I still consider it ageless
Like the pages of a vintage Playboy issue
Sick of you niggaz cryin', pass them lil' boys a tissue
So they can share it like they do wit' tandem dickridin'
No need for pause, know where I'm goin' wit' that
I'm basically providin' some of what you lames missin'
Only speakin' from my heart, so I ain't dissin'
You never listen, man but it's echoin' in the back of yo mind tho
Even wit' them hoes in yo kitchen like a beautician
Fool-- get yo muthafuckin' pockets straight
'Fore you tell another nigga what he doin' wrong on his money mission
Or a nigga have the bitch you secretly admirin' in positions
Other than missionary... shit is gettin' scary
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"Pool Hall (Throwaway Flow)"
Writin' this wit' a state of mind so grizzly
On my grizzy, so gritty; where's my key to the city?
Stay busy, even if it hurts; no pain, no gain
That's why those who hate the rain still remain
Never progressin'; still we all stressin'
Infected wit' d'evils; mama say count ya blessings
But... I only have two
Blessed to see another day to spit these bars to you
My latest Super Sentai meets Transformers
Y'all still spittin' that Go-Bots
A lil' change up, but you ain't matchin' me yet
Late start but I'm still somethin' like a vet
Fool, I lay it down, put blueprints together as I go
This is Fineprint; lil prick, know ya role
Mastermind, masterpiece, time is ample
To make it anywhere like I'm from the Big Apple
10 years in the makin', Sistine Chapel
Lower ya guard, let the rhyme grab you
I'm still abidin' by the rules, dog
So man up an' get the balls like a pool hall
Yeah...
Nigga this is fo' life... fo' life
Yeah... keep movin', keep it movin'...
Nothin' to see here, shut ya eyes
FH Enterprise on the rise...
Yeah... nigga this is fo' life
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"Gettin' Ugly (Solo Version) **Bonus Track**"
Verse 1:
Young nigga 26, mind on 26's (Pirellis!)
Pimp in my mind, man I swear I'm whippin' 20 bitches (Whip 'em!)
Kevin Hart bars, that be all them funny niggaz
Goin' hard-- my beast mode is just the soul of Memphis (M-Town!)
Now who that nigga pushin' verses like they yayo? (Man it's Fineprint)
Laidback, nigga, thinkin' 'bout a payroll (That's me, nigga!)
Always evolvin'; remainin' who the fuck I am (You know me!)
Straight bars, nigga shittin' on ya G of grams
At ya neck, boy (Wit' a what?!), laryngeal shave
You don't need it anyway, kid; ya bitch made (Bitch-ass nigga)
#HipHopIsBack, at the same time, that shit's played
Don't give a fuck 'bout her-- piss in that bitch grave
Break:
Lot of niggaz 'round here ain't got shit on me (Nuh-uhn!)
Okay, you think I'm dope, get off my dick, homie (Step off)
All that Hippity Hoppity blase don't do shit for me (No sir!)
Them middle fingers ambidex; that's what ya get, homie (Fuck 'em)
Verse 1 (Cont.):
I'm headed to the riches nigga, headed to the riches (Get it!)
Fuck these niggaz, man I just wanna fuck they bitches (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
Fuck a friend, niggaz gon' see they bitch missin'
Fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em, nigga it's just big pimpin' (J-j-j-yeah)
They won't speak about it, like a gag order (Stay quiet)
Big dick in her mouth; that's a gag for her (Aach!)
Don't bite it, just suck, you ain't gon' gag is ya?
That hoe don't swallow? ...let the cab get her (Taxi!)
Hook(x2):
Flavor Flav in the mornin', shit is gettin' ugly (Ughhhh!)
These pussy niggaz really out here gettin' gully
I'm just tryna ride foreigns, boy an' get skully (Suck sumpin', bitch!)
Don't fuck up my vibe, 'cause shit can get ugly
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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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