"Number's Up" Verse 1: Till the casket drop, I'm goin' in like drills; it's game time Practice runs, throw shots 'til the caskets come Give me 20 suicides, I don't mean that back an' forth You think you number one, I push you back to fourth I'm that better, another level, back wit' a vendetta Nigga, it's now or never; on my post like a letter Interstellar, I'm at a point too high for most to reach Cosmic paramount, tighten niggaz up then air 'em out They don't feel me, but I won't let that issue kill me I let it fill me 'til it builds me up, remain illy So silly, claim trill, but all fraud -- no Harry Niggaz diggin' graves, now it's high time to bury Bacdafucup, the gloc turn into Onyx, start singin' like Pentatonix Nauseated clip... that mean it's finna vomit This ain't gangsta talk, nigga it's just a warnin' I'd hate to stiffin' you all up like early mornin' Hook(x2): I woke up, like, like "I know I'm gon' get it" Got a plan in my head, so you know I'm all wit' it When ya number's up, that's yo end of days When the sun is up, time to get it, mayne Verse 2: Number's up, it's 'bout time for a overthrow Flood the market wit' some killers; criminal overflow School of hardknocks, I know what I'm supposed to know Like how they move big birds -- chocobo Death date, your fate's what my pen seal like Pocono Go hard like morning wood when you wakin' up Pinocchio Doper flow, top 15, aimin' for 10 Like a warhead homin' in on the Volunteer State I'm all Silverback on my grizzly Hybrid hustler, fuckaz don't wanna tempt me solidified emcee, skill's a source of envy Six-pack of whoop-ass, you don't wanna empty Whooo... I swear I'm on a roll, A's an' B's From A to B, ain't shit you can say to me Bossin' up, pay the fee; I'm warnin' you, save ya team You niggaz should quit runnin' on fumes an' save ya steam Hook(x2) Verse 3: Lead us not into temptation, deliver us from beef Testarossa retaliation, blood red spillin' in the street That's my dream, so I gotta stack my cream to make it real But I'm slackin' on my grind, how I'm 'posed to make a mil' If I'm hustlin' backwards, moonwalkin' thru the hood Life's a bitch, you talkin' like it's Meagan Goode I feel I should throw it all away an' try to pass the bar Or sell my soul to this game to gain money an' broads Always been attracted to the fast life, I try to hide it Fiend for mainstream rep, so my heart's divided Between stayin' true an' sellin' out But if you ain't sellin' shit, how can one gain clout? These are questions that I ask on a daily Got that Red Light rhetoric: Fuck you, pay me Doin' without ain't good for my health But I know if I want change, I must start wit' self Hook(x2)

"#GranCabrio" Must be something in the water, skill burnin' in my body A nigga drive went from Chevy to Maserati The flows keep comin', mind open like a lobby So +Just Enjoy This Shit+ like Curren$y an' Roddy These fuck niggaz dyin', got 'em turnin' in they plots Say they spit crack, but always burnin' up they rocks You should know, never get high off ya own supply Frontin' hard, only sycophants condone ya lies I put my heart in every bar like alcoholics Sufferin' cardiac arrest; who wanna call it? Style so .50 Cal vomit the way I spit it; I conquer Need a devoted broad to give me head like tonsure I'm a rollin' Juggernaut, you in my pathway This right up my alley to send you out the back way Give you nothin but +The Truth+, do it the Mack way These broads only lookin' for ballers like Draft Day Now let me shift gears, switch it up; blood, sweat an' tears Lately I've been dyin' inside Feenin' to give up, damn near dropped to my knees Cryin' out to God 'cause I'm lackin' means to provide All I wanna do is make it, so I grind 'til I collapse Spillin' raps 'til minds blow on impulse -- synapse Once time lapse, I forget where I started; hard bridgin' the gap I'm one of few livin' his raps Nah, this ain't no gangsta shit, but it's still trill Somethin' you can live by, somethin' you can feel Stay focused an' ride it 'til the wheels fall off Seen niggaz give it they all an' still fall off I dream of exotic locations an' foreign whips Gran Cabrio, top chopped off like heretics It's evident, ever since I was born, I was meant to make it An' be bona fide, not makeshift

"#UnwrittenRules" Hook(x2): Open, focused, so put one in the air Smoke one for a nigga 'cause you know I don't toke Smoke one for a nigga 'cause he cool We live by unwritten rules; mama didn't raise fools Verse 1: Above the law like executive branch Fitted for American life, seams connectin' the patch Sewn wit' excellent cloth, could never detach Street-smart cookies formin' a excellent batch An' what we didn't learn from the streets, we learned from rap Older brothers or cousins are how we learned to scrap An' when we learned to rap, we gained more confidence Now we're on a mission for prominence Dominance in this game, but first we need paper See this money isn't everything, but havin' it means you're major Savor victory's taste, I never needed spoils Shots of motivation straight to the temple like holy oil Battle in my head, used to drink to suppress it Whole time God was speakin' I ignored the message Stressin' 'cause niggaz wanna see me fall; bet that Legs out, tryna trip a nigga in a jetpack Hook(x2) Verse 2: I don't believe bullshit, need facts from the horse's mouth Niggaz suss, so runneth the course for doubt But I remain devout, givin' these snakes benefit Niggaz quick to stab your back tho like they're drainin' spinal fluid Call it how I see it, even wit' the blindfold Nothin' to lose, nothin' to gain; don't know what they lyin' fo' It's sad, even in beef, niggaz won't back a man Over half the niggaz I know yellow-bellied like a Packer's fan Rather attack a man for standin' by his beliefs Get you caught up in attempts to bind you like loose-leaf But I break free like my edge is perforated Continue doin' me, that alone is worth the hatred I'ma make it, not a soul can tell me otherwise I know my worth, won't fall for a bunch of lies Don't be surprised to learn you're really pathetic 'Cause niggaz blowin' smoke up your ass like a sex fetish Hook(x2)

"#AllAboutThePaper" Hook(x1): Only way is up, I cannot go down Seen alotta smiles, I done seen alotta frowns All about the paper, muhfuck a crown I ain't gon' let you muhfuckaz keep me bound Verse 1: I just wanna burn dough like I can't bake Spend it all before I cease to exist 'cause I can't take It wit' me to the afterlife, a damn shame What money does to the brain; see I can't wait To have my whip game proper like a preppy lion tamer Trunk full of knock like the boots before I came up Hittin' pussy like animal cruelty Pardon me, these are just dreams that fuel me I love makin' music, you should listen 'cause I put my heart in every bar, spit it wit' precision, bruh Right now it's all business, I'm sick of love Niggaz got a team of broads they cuffin -- prison bus AMBSDRS, we got plenty mighty lines Esco slang webs like Miguel in 2099 More pep than Bismol Light this bitch up like Clark Griswold Hook(x2) Verse 2: I eat jewels an' shit bibles Proverbs from my psalms kill qualms an' rivals Piss excellence, blazin' like which element? No comin' apart at the seams, stitched wit' eloquence Just for reference, been droppin' bars since a kid Was a average poet, now I'm laureate Wouldn't be me if I wasn't cocky Confident for many reasons, who supposed to stop me? I'm on top without bein' on top They don't say it, but I know they keep me on watch Thinkin' like, "I know he gon' blow" Refuse to light the wick for superstardom to explode Yo, like I said in '09 What doesn't kill me makes me harder, the formula to grind I will reign forevermore Shittin' big on niggaz like a fuckin' stegosaur Hook(x2)

"#YouOutYaFuckinMind" Hook(x1): This my domain, man I do as I please You out ya fuckin' mind if you steppin' to me 'Cause if you step to me, then that's beef wit' my team An' we don't want the beef, we just came for the cheese If this ain't the realest shit you niggaz done heard You out ya fuckin' mind, believin' lies absurd You should all simmer down, just break up ya herb Roll it up, light it up an' sing-a-long to my words Verse 1: I'm back on my shit, gold bars -- insane alchemy It's always cold hearts that bring flame out of me I persevere in order to claim clout, undoubtedly So I can spit in the face of peabrains who doubted me I spout it to taunt lames that ain't bout it, B You spit sicker than me? I doubt it, G When it comes to real talk, they ain't countin' me Fuck it, I'm out to get brain like the Lorraine balcony Now we see you're counterfeit; retaliate? I counter quick Haymaker without a fist, all out without a risk Keep it brisk an' let it bang like a orgy in a mosh pit Stop, bitch, cut out that twat shit Insatiable like Golan, greedy an' want more Just picture me rollin in Royces or on tour I'm colder than Poland, know who you fuckin' wit' Think my head swollen? Bitch that's my fuckin' dick Hook(x1) Verse 2: I get real raw, plus my style is hardcore Smell it like leak, drugged-up mystique out my pores Y'all pussy, I hear you roar; paper Goliaths Look menacin' but wouldn't pop a cherry in landica Flow got more kick than Hidden Dragon, buckwild .357 click like stilettos on marble tile I harm the child thinkin' he can fuck wit' my flow Who put it in yo head suicide's the way to go? Think y'all emceein', bullshit y'all believin' Still got milk on ya breath, ya ears is wet Placenta all on ya back; how else should I put it? You fall off the turnip truck chasin' the bandwagon? I hear ya mans braggin', all that yack is fuel in my balloon Hot air-powered; caught in crosshairs, now ya stares go downward Afraid to look, snake eyes to the loser Vaffanculo to ya ruler, that fool is a tool, bruh I'm worth the wait/weight, holdin' my own Backstrokin' in Lake Tahoe wit' two velour tracksuits on My bars'll break ya digital scale or triple beam I bring you literal Hell thru lyrical means Rip a nigga apart under +The Burning Moon+ For lost souls that provoke, I'm yearnin' to consume An' you don't know nann who'll deny my shit's hard I'm out 'til I return wit' a bad bitch like Ishtar

"#DOPE" I'm on a mixtape grind, got a debut album mind-state Every time I go in, increase the Black on Black crime rate 'Cause I'm killin' niggaz discriminately Givin' y'all quotes when I drop my shit like Lyndon B Incriminate me but I'm the president, evident Heavensent, murderin', dead bodies smell of a heaven scent This ether comin' from my mandible, Godbody flow Paramount, I'm above 'em wit' my audio Niggaz hear my flow, think it's just about me But I squeeze substance in along wit' a bounty That means, I talk money when I spit that killer shit Prices on ya head like Africans fresh off the ship Wordplay off the chain like the stage play of Django Think shit funny 'til the Galagher hammer bang, split ya mango I change flows often, niggaz hate it Can never figure out my scheme, plot so I won't make it But I'm not gonna take it, in my mind's a quiet riot Open my mouth, verbals stampede, son don't try it I represent the G.I.A.N.T.S., that's my team 'til Galactus Devours the world, but 'til then, we kill ya antics Got it covered like prophylactics My niggaz gon' shine an' the shine gon' be massive You bastards, we fly high like the JETS I'm from Memphis, Tenn; where you from? Throw ya sets I don't gangbang, I just bang bars on the drums Like them niggaz on stage doin' "STOMP!" So here I come, hungry like a ravenous wolf Been deprived too long, my panic buttons been pushed Now it's OV, like I took a O from Drake's label Niggaz wanna turn 'em, so I come an' take the tables Come an' take ya label of bein' the best 'Cause I go harder, go farther These bodybags I put 'em in designed by Goyard So hard, I son you creatively, now I'm yo father I know it fucks witcha when I brag an' boast 'Bout to be intercontinental an' goin' coast to coast Pininfarina wit' my drive, live like my nigga Ant What up, homie? Niggaz still sleepin' on me They don't know me, an' lowkey it's got me tee'd 'Cause they fail to realize I'm hashtag D-O-P-E

"Get Familiar (#WhoIAm)" I'm fuckin' Fineprint, a legend in the makin' Best there is, best there was an' ever will be -- stop hatin' Been at this 10 years, seems like many millennia I'm your fate reincarnated; for lifetimes I been killin' ya From the era where Marshall an' Curtis had it locked Rap juggernauts wit' a hot cover of "Hail Mary" by Pac Creme of the crop, lock, stock an' two smokin' sawed-off barrels All y'all in peril You're not above the law, I won't stand for grandstandin' Give a fuck about ya flow, you an' ya mans, damn him I hate you niggaz like a fuckin' Grand Dragon Regal blows come quick, I hit you wit' Grand Rapids Like my nigga Kellz -- so get familiar Guap an' props; whose line's a lifeline wit' Regis Phil, bruh My wordplay? Extravagant, yours' surd-abay In 3 days you'll be finished, Bay of Pigs; heard me, mayne?

"Laidback (#TheSession)" Hook(x2): This just one of those laidback junts Pour sumpin' up, roll up a blunt Bitches aggravatin', fuck niggaz wanna front Who want what? I guarantee, this ain't what you want Verse 1: Now this shit here? Play it in a session Smoke one for a nigga 'cause he cool as cold compression Goin' for the green, mind-state: recession So much bullshit out, to hear me is refreshin' I drop jewels like it's too much ice up in the bezel I drop jewels of light, reflectin' on the Devil Demons surround me, so I stay busy often A idle mind's his playground, a workin' one's his coffin God grants me serenity, I show mercy to my enemies But I never show love, that's how they think we frenemies My poetry in motion, haters will not hinder me To be or not to be? Super-stardom or divinity? Infinity an' beyond, I'm just tryin' to get a buzz Y'all gotta put me on, I'm just tryin' to get some love Fa'real tho, word up, this all about exposure I gotta get my dick wet in this game before it's over Hook(x2) Verse 2: Now this shit here? Play it for motivation Fineprint's here to guide you to whatever destination Choose ya own adventure as the flow stimulates you Open up ya mind, it's designed to vacate you Accommodated nicely, luxurious amenities If you need peace of mind, this is the epitome Helpin' you thru hard times like I help myself Know that every trial just a notch in ya belt Strivin' for wealth, procrastination's a roadblock Every time I'm motivated, laziness gets me cold-clocked Feelin' embittered an' out of place Despite all that, I still keep faith Disappointment makes it hard to save face at times Especially when heart's applied to all my rhymes An' y'all don't take notice, think I'm just showboatin' But if I wanna be noticed, heh... I gotta show it Hook(x2)

"G.I.A.N.T.S. (Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz)" Hook(x1): Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up 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, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, c'mon Verse 1: Fineprint's back in the buildin', Memphis been on the map I came for the glory like that kid who made "Culdesac" I'm still at the bottom, scratchin' my way to the top All these crabs in a bucket, will bring you down for the guap But I pay them no mind, worryin' can't define me I stay Cloaked in the black, not even Dagger could find me I give credit to God, it was He who designed me But all of my trials, man, they helped to refine me I'm still a work in progress, yeah, nobody's perfect Flaws make us individual, now -- watch how I work it I was born to brew up storms an' go hard in the paint Time's of the essence, abundant is what it ain't Cash Rules Everything Around Me, I can't lie No longer takin' shorts for this CREAM; know why? I gotta have it in each an' every way That's the thought in my head each an' every day Hook(x1): That I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up 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, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, what up I'll be Gettin' It An' Neva Takin' Shortz, ya heard me?

"#Goodbye (Fineprint & His Attitude)" Intro/Break(x4): Fuckin' Fineprint got a attitude Hook(x2): (Goodbye) I'm done wit' this Hip-Hop shit I get no muthafuckin props for this Verse 1: It's Fineprint reportin' from the ghetto Livin' in squalor, starvin', my stomach bellows Wit' a growl, I'm fuckin' hungry; fuck status in this game My current state is a shame Physically free, my soul's chained; trapped like a djinn Heavily depressed, spirits temptin' me to drink gin Yet again, struggle on the white paper Cyberpunk pengame, explodin' knuckle like a Knight Saber Only associates like Orlando Draper Nowadays, cliques start big then taper But I keep grindin, make it on my own strength An' I'll be shinin', Won't give niggaz a inch Stay lyin', takin' 500 miles from you Let 'em have that road to perdition, bring the bile on thru Now digest that, fuckin' right I'm bitter But despite it, the nigga Fineprint's no quitter I have faith time's on my side like a pocketwatch It's just in the back of my mind I hear "Stop" Then I wanna give up, say sayonara Cry my sorrow; it's goodbye to the horror All this anger that I harbor is a wellspring, givin' me rhymes Bars rollin' like assembly lines Full of Weltschmerz, I contemplate humanity's ills In my mind, I know how humanity feels... Intro/Break(x2) Hook(x2)

"Author Of Aggression **Bonus Track**" That Earth-616, Negative Zone; turbulent flow A nauseatin' spectacle of antimatter That heatrock, crackrock, bricks of mosaic in the trunk Schedule II and V, more bang for ya buck Let it bump, illness layered in the genes, em... bedded like bunk Creative visuals of which I am auteur Cuts like solitares, drop the best jewels Lovecraft meets Apostle Paul for a game of pool Holy shit that I scribe, scientific, self-absorbed like autistics Rappers are statistics Too simplistic, ya wordplay's a "Midsummer Night's Dream" Underlyin' joke, under pressure like a autoclave-- save ya steam I'm flyer than the meanin' of Kosovo Namely the X-Men jet; a slave to the grind Bars mutate like slaves in Genosha Fuck the culture; kill the cypher, now you 10% of a pie chart My art is non-conformin'... fascist in nature Left-wing aspect, my heart pumps rage Keepin' my blood boilin', simply a bastard on the paper There's none like him, an' none like him Omega-level cold, Bobby Drake penmanship An' you just a lotta racket like Wimbledon Low in sugar, fuck insulin; you sweet-ass simpletons Patience thin as yo chest cavity I put the pencil in Whooo... I use anger when I create, substance controlled A Memphis-bred author of aggression, watch my saga unfold Yeah... A Memphis-bred author of aggression, watch my saga unfold