‘This is N.F.E. (FreetheStyle REBOOT #3)’ 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