‘CARDIAC ARREST’ Guess who~comin' crystal clear, flip that light switch Goin'– hella strong, plenty years I been doin' this {-} Yeah, still underground, but I'm gonna change that All part of God's will, ain't a soul gon' faze that Look— I won't ever rest 'til it's cardiac arrest Workin' for that greatness, hella blessed, pass the test In the flesh, future legend; some won't ever like me {-} Think I'm givin' a fuck? Nah, bruh, not likely {-} Feelin' mighty wit' the city on my back, doin' reps Gonna drop it on whoever I'm aware done slept {-} You get swept, I'm a concrete slab 'Bouta make Wasabi Cakes, got a bucket full of crabs Powerful– overshadow all that say my shit is drab Comin' for that spot, best avoid me like the COVID jab {-} Wanna-bes get laughed at, 'fraid to walk like it I done put it all in motion 'cause I talk like it (Yessuh!) {-} Always had them bars, no playground that I penned Have 'em seein' stars, I don't play 'round when you send Niggaz at my neck, sideways, torticollis Respect it when I wreck, from the core I'm more than solid I could never roll, kid ya' kind is sorta squalid Would rather be ducked off in China like some corydalis (Yessuh!) {-} An' it goes how it goes Middle finger po-nine, quadruple to my foes Hook(x1): My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin' — Look, –I will never rest 'til it's cardiac arrest Spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin' My head is — **gunshot**

‘#NFEShit: The Next Chapter’ Verse: Niggaz thought I was done, shit's just commencin' From the +TIP+, tryna +FOIL+ like a match of fencin' Refusal to change an' they mad offended Raw offensive, escaped where they had me fenced-in {-} Said I would quit, but I wasn't pretendin' Gave it a once over, said this ain't how it's endin' Just gotta move back, –rework what I intended Stick to my guns, no Second Amendment {-} Foodforthought, full-line like vendin' All heart an' soul, NFE's ascendin' Say it wit' my chest, no regrets or takebacks {-} Street-smart flow/Flo, but– no Vic Tayback Hooks like junkyard cranes E'ry track puttin' niggaz in a scrap heap Sauce like mesquite, on a Havoc rap beat Niggaz lack/lac like teats, but I'm back like Backstreet Preach on the beat 'til they speak in tongues Fools gettin' broiled from the heat I brung No need to reach, go deep to build Say it's all on YOU/EWE like sheep in a field Or all on YOU like we finna +CRANK THAT+ {-} Take it on the road, I'ma Winnebague [Winnebago] that Hear 'em when he flow, not a really vague cat Moreso in ya' face, like– where the stage at {-} Hit 'em all in they neck an' wave cap Ain't ever gotta surf when you where the wave at Yeah, –I been live, need a studio audience Fools won't survive, once dude bring the slaughter in Foolin' 'em all again, like the court jester {-} Armstrong or Triboulet, strong an' he don't play Stay armed wit' them bars, on Mars where he gon' stay Peep where the chips fall, all salt like Frito-lay {-} I'm just lettin' this shit build No other way to put it, 'cept to tell you this shit's real Slow an' steady does it, lettin' my heart heal My ex fucked me over after seein' my heart spilled Know how much I love her, now she a cold bitch I keep pressin' on, though I'm feelin' my soul split Same ol' song, an' you flowin' the whole shit Karma's a muhfucka whenever the roles switch But– hop to it, chop-chop, carry on Head high, keep calm, good vibes? Very strong You can count on me, Semper Fi wit' e'ry song {-} Take it all back if I see I was ever wrong Toss it in my stew, seasonin' when the soup's on No more holdin' back an' hittin' y'all wit' a soupçon Back in, back to work, throwin' my suit on {-} I'm Sandman at Apollo, you get the boot -- gone

‘HOWITZER’ Verse: Be all over the beat/beet, like honey balsamic Spit a necrotized perineum, make 'em all vomit 'Cause I'm sick, so who want it? The N95– Is withdrawn; {-} so washed up, y'all spit prawn An' seafoam; reengineering ya' genome Y'all been– resistin' so hard, startin' to see ohms No need to fight it, hella down-to-earth like a erdgeist Bound to get hype off the 'lific words that this nerd schrijft Words right, kill 'em soft— Dave Chappelle Food for thought, {-} topped wit' some hollandaise or béchamel Cray like Nantua, this what the fans fuel You feel brave? Then gamble like FanDuel Too many– goin' viral wit' these TikTok tracks So it– begs the question: where the Hip-hop at? You can– call me a hater, out-of-touch an' old-fashioned I'll wear– e'ry one of them hats in a bold fashion Was– down a minute, now I'm oh so back Reloaded, brash an', ready to scold an' bash in– Craniums of these numbskulls, lackin' the brains Aimless, walk around zombified, vapid an' vain Tappin' the vein, but there's no withdrawal, only injection Divine intervention? {-} More like holy inflection See the angels steer me right, but the anger in my life Skew the angles, now the light is all mangled in my sight {-} Been strangled all my life, now you hear me loud an' clear No chokin', heart is spoken, bars weighin' down ya' ear {-} I'm takin' out the fear, shakin' off the cobwebs Cleanin' up the rust; bruh, it's do it now or bust Got a lust for more than life, a lust for what's correct A lust for all that's just, an' trust—that's real direct Get wrecked, {-} respect how my style hit ya' You got the snub? Well, I got the howitzer

‘Top of My Game (#BARZfromNFE, Pt. 1)’ Verse: Top of my game like Kojima an' Miyamoto Arsenal is flame, burn 'em down like that tower in Johto {-} Red light on 'em like photography rooms Move out the doldrums where monotony looms Get consumed tryna compare rhymin' Be a– no-show like a unaired pilot Shine like a sunflare, none dare try 'em Up there cryin', claims of an unfair triumph Classic game, {-} NFE kickin' Famicom I hit the top, gon' put the fammy on I ain't even concerned, fuck if a Grammy come {-} Only here to drop bars, an' tally qualms Yeah, all y'all on, but you sound wrong If you see I'm calm? Won't be around long 'Cause a storm up-ahead, right around the corner {-} It's gon' hit like a blitz, cue the sound of mourners Break down the borders, kill the funny habits Show me opportunity, I'ma run an' grab it Put me on right there, let me run my magic Bet all them niggaz shit echidnas an' some bunny rabbits All these rappers too sweet, yeah they honey-slathered {-} I'm like 22 runaway semis in a ton of traffic –Gotta keep the money lathered {-} Means to get it legal, all yo' money trafficked Now– I ain't tryna knock yo' hustle But I will ankle-break, peep the muscle See I got change to make, keep the tussle No time to skirmish, no time for squirmin' Rhymes get burnished, spit-shine mine; that's earnest Plus this mind inside is like a furnace No Hananiah, Azariah or Mishael Deliver all from evil, {-} go against the grain like a weevil Do it for the fam like Diesel, –Vin Been had the drive, on my heart is the VIN NOS tank in my pen {-} Took off on niggaz, watch 'em twist in the wind Down for that win, muhfucka eat my dust Dedicated like Weezy, this is more than lust Who do you trust? God or circumstance? {-} Nothing's ever linear with the work of man You can call it fate, or say it's all a work of chance But– never use today to see where ya' worth'll stand On tomorrow, –'cause while now's full of joy {-} Followin' hours could be full of sorrow Unfortunate events in a series like FLEER {-} You can trade cards, or play 'em by ear Whatever you choose, make sure it's all clear {-} The sheer force of freedom will eliminate fear

‘G.I.A.N.T.S. (#TheREDUX)’ Hook A(x1): Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz— that's true I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, ya heard me? I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz— all day I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up  I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, c'mon Verse 1: NFE– back in the buildin', Memphis been on the map I– came for the glory like that guy who made ‘Culdesac’ I'm still at the bottom, scratchin' my way to the top All these crabs in a bucket, will snatch you down for the guap Try an' pay 'em no mind, worryin' can't define me Cloaked deep in the dark, not even Dagger could find me Givin' credit to God, Almighty designed me Make the best of my trials, sit that trouble behind me He's– still a work in progress, y'all— nobody's perfect Flaws make the individual great— watch how I work it I was born to be chaotic an' go hard in the paint Time of the essence, {-} I take charge, pull rank Cash rules e'rything around me, I can't lie {-} No longer takin' shorts for this green; know why? {–} I gotta have it in each an' e'ry way That's the thought in my head each an' e'ry day Hook B (x1): That I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz— all facts I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, no doubt I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, ya heard me? I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz— all life I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, ya heard me?

‘Be Good 2 a N!gg@ (The Malediction)’ Intro: Look… this ain't aimed at one particular broad, man. It's more of a… like the pastors say: What I say unto one, I say unto all! **laughs** Fuck it though, let's kill the talkin'… Verse: You either ride for a nigga, or get rode over Guaranteed, another bitch lookin' over ya' shoulder An' - she gon' ride 'til the wheels is lost Reveal the cost, can pay it an' I still will floss Real talk, bitch, mind ya' manners, don't speak –Actin' like ya' shit is lilac an' won't reek Never wanna put out, but think a nigga won't creep Kill the vibe all the time an' think a nigga won't sleep Better– peep game, an' do what is required If you think that ass worthy of that ring you desire Stop– all them lies, ho ya' Vickie's on fire Cut it short wit' that preachin', you done sickened the choir Lotta– red flags, meant to expire Eyes– finally wide, should've been so prior This is— real king shit, call me sire An' if ya'– lookin' for dreams, find another supplier (Ya' punk-ass bitch…) Outro: Yeah, man, that's how you have to put it to these bitches. Like, they want a nigga to acquiesce to their demands and be henpecked, but it's never gon' be that. You gotta, or rather– WE GOTTA, take our power back. Stop puttin' rings on these tramps after only datin' for a fuckin' year. Stop changin' up for hoes that are gonna stay the same. Fuck, man, so much more I could say on this shit, but I'm gonna end it here. Ain't gon' talk to you all night, so let it ride out…

‘This is NFE (FreetheStyleMIX)’ Hook A(x1): Give a fuck about a crown, I'm just here to put it down, nigga This is N.F.E. Just a Boom Bap rapper comin' from the M-Town, boy What you get is what you see I say fuck a damn crown, peep how I lay it down, nigga This is N.F.E. One confident emcee, full faith in his sound, bruh Get a taste of who I be Verse: I don't rap, I let my stomach growl– gon' feel the hunger From the jungle, but my record mo' clean than Felix Unger Nigga Westwood my base, where I operate It's like the Batcave and the Baxter Building I be cookin' up magic, double toil an' trouble Max muscle in my hustle, tryna be another Russell Prayin' that I bubble like– hydrogen perox Poured on a wound, knee skinned on the rocks But, BUT—that's what you get when ya' trippin' Movin' too fast, nann nann, I caught ya' slippin' N–now, now, just look at that, luck's flippin' Tryna be a Jordan when– you ain't got no Pippen Uhn, success– mo' attainable wit' the right folk in ya' corner Now you sufferin' an'— soon to be a goner Realize you don't wanna be a loser Another dreg, pegged as an abuser Respect to Jidenna, had to put my own spin On this like contestants, life is ‘Wheel of Fortune’ Crusher Creel absorption, touch and feel a portion Busters feel important, flushed, he feel the torsion Yeah, –all twisted like a Cheech an' Chong doobie Got my life all in the red, but I see beyond ruby {-} Visualize all colors in the spectrum But all I see is green, the rest is rectum Beats need medevac– wartime wrecked 'em Feng shui for the mind, don't deplore my decor Am– brosia for heads, sip more of my nectar Ain't no haters left posted on the floor, I checked 'em Niggaz so comedy, ain't talkin' irreverent Nah, they more irrelevant, let it burn an' settle in If I ain't ill, man– pots callin' kettles then If you think you best, well come an' test my mettle, friend Niggaz be foul/fowl an' they softer than down On that new school shit, tryna soften my sound I be chillin' like a lizard, like I'm off in a lounge Avoidin' all the fake fuckz tryna offer me pounds If you actin' like a clown, well–, I ain't fuckin' witcha at all Report all grievances to my dick an' my balls If I slip an' I fall, it won't be in a void {–} R.I.P. to David Dorn, an' George Floyd Hook B(x1): {–} I'm just here to put it down, nigga This is N.F.E. Just a Boom Bap rapper comin' from the M-Town, boy What you get is what you see I say fuck a damn crown, peep how I lay it down, nigga This is N.F.E. One confident emcee, full faith in his sound, bruh Get a taste of who I be

‘#BONUS: Methods of Rhyme - Da' Flyest {NFE's Verse}’ Chorus(×1): '09 to now, our tracks are still cold Top of our game– act like y'all know Fruits of hard work, that's all in our flow (Make the flyest bangers)  Unapologetic, the way that we glow E'ry sixteen's a Mossberg to the dome Comfortable here, the mic is like home (Hate us? We don't blame ya') Verse 1 [NFE Da' Unaffiliated]: I put it down like a emperor— respectfully I hold a crown, ain't na'nn 'nother that's next to me Except Trell, M.o.R 'til I– Shuffle off this mortal coil to that kingdom in the sky, yeah {-} Been at it since a youngin', twenty-six years Day in an' day out, anxiety an' tears That anxiety is fierce, only reason I been draggin' my feet Full of fear, hear the chatterin' teeth There's a dragon in me, like Liu Kang Cold when he rap on the beat, yeah, dude bang Some get to hear 'em, be trippin' like loose strangs They know he got it all in the pocket like loose change Of course, Methods reign supreme like Steph Strange From the source, all this flame we bring— it def bang {-} Names def rang, rockin' like Def Leppard Y'all terrestrial, we galactic like Commander Shepard Chorus(×1)