‘THE SEED (GIMME WHAT U OWE ME)’ Intro: Haha! C'mon, man! You muhfuckaz thought I was done for, huh? Thought I'd left the game? Man… Well, shit, I almost did. That was until I realized I couldn't just let e'rythang go like that, ya' know? I'm due too much in this muhfucka. But fuck it. Let's kill the talkin'. I BRING TO YOU!! Verse 1: Make no mistake, you should know how long I been at it, barely restin', I can go that strong –Arrested by setbacks, invest in that get-back Master of the plan, safety-net be the next track I– do this for the sake of my future Tryna build a +EMPIRE+, y'all done made me a +LUCIOUS+ Never lyin', just a lion that be wise like Confucius {-} Tend to keep it movin', you should never confuse us Twenty whales on my shoulder, cats couldn't hold that weight Plenty failed since I'm older, now they passively hate –Saw the shit in 4K, stats would deflate All it took for me was timin', tactically great An' the tracks that I blaze? Shatter the mold Well-structured, ne'erdowells hit the back, 'cause they old Still goin' for the gold, know they owe me that NFE be on a roll like a obese back; c'mon… Hook(×2): –Just gimme what you owe me Hit me wit' the seed, then send me on my lonely I'ma dig, I'ma till 'til I reap what's sown Put me in the field, may success be grown Verse 2: Ain't no fuckin' wit' me, bruh, so– hold ya' shade an' funny tone Weak-ass physique can't hold my shoulder blades or funny bone It's bittersweet, –coulda ate, but overplayed, I honeycomb Dig deep until ya' soul is razed, now the fun is gone {-} An' yeah yo' money long, but ya' sight short You see that heart like cufflinks that I might sport? On the sleeve, I got David Blaine up it Fly delivery like a freighter plane brung it I– Stanley Cup it, +STICK+ to my +GOALS+ Aim for the knees, toss a brick through ya' soul Whole lane of enemies get raked over coals On that path for green, you get baked like bowls {-} Now you wakin' up, –got ya' routine shooketh E'rythang you own get tooketh I am– out for mine, this payback wit' a rubber-gripped .9 Say, bitch, you owe it all to Fine Hook(×2) Outro: Yeah, I feel like I've transcended, man. Like, there's nothing else to do except get what I've been denied. The number one thing is success. I need that. I need the fame, and all the connections. I wanna do more than survive, ya' know? Fuck. But, yeah, that's it for that, my nigga. Not gonna talk to you all night. #ENJOY the tape…

‘1ST THANGZ 1ST (‘My 1st Single’ FreetheStyleMIX)’ Verse: I be— NFE, get familiar wit' the nomenclature {-} Subjugate ya' ears wit' cleverness, excuse my roguish nature I will insure that you don't get the notion later {–} That I ain't in it for the long run, makin' repulsive paper 'Cause I spit it– obscene an' odious They nauseous an' disgusted, the crops seen are copious There's– no doubt, I'll reap what I have sown Deep, I'm in that zone, you peep that I have grown An'— I ain't willin' to cheapen my efforts Go to sleep wit' a necklace – of laurels, pleased an' peppered Yeah, I'm a pretty nice veteran, seasoned like turkey tetrazzini {-} Still murkin' e'ry beat, at work an' extra mean; be— Feelin' humored, {-} sanguine an' choleric Optimistic, but pissed 'cause haters? They got a lotta lip Pop a lotta shit, I send it back so they can swallow it Or wallow in it like swine; I rhyme serrated obelisks Jabbed into rectums; wrecked 'em? Damn near killed 'em Noted expectations, went beyond as I fulfilled 'em Now I'm all up in the buildin' like a fire exit {-} Gon' put ya' muhfuckin' hands up high an' flex 'em Deep inside, I'm desperate, 'cause despite my efforts Done barely made it past go, so most do not respect him So now I'm deep in reflection, meditatin' to flee dejection Constantly I seek perfection in a world that's weak an' lessened Hook(×2): I be– NFE, reppin' that Bluff City Still script– that rough witty for those that fuck wit' me Get high– like Muck Sticky, I'm runnin' amok an' gritty Be makin' them tough ditties, an' givin' out buck-fifties Outro: I will go hard, you see it's no prob 'Cause I be so raw, an' I be so – on – my job Go hard, an' I will go far But you an' those bars? You get a no, bro; low par

‘In the Long Run’ Verse 1: My life been Lunchables an' TV dinners, {–} dysfunctional wit' easy triggers Tryna keep it punctual, but never rush, there ain't no breeze to winner Since my induction, {-} had a carry-on of tricks, see the sleeves are bigger Lately feelin' ill-at-ease, nothin' that will please my inner My patience thinner, knowin' that the thieves of joy have entered Fall on my knees, an' just pray that He destroy these niggaz You hear my pleas? I been keepin' faith, avoidin' sinners Tryna ignore dissenters Forever toxic, the hood put nothin' but poison in us Feenin' for paper, be wasteful to fill that void up in us Feel like the world hate us, anxious, paranoid an' bitter Wonder who will ever love us? Save us from the boy that's in us 'Cause we be far from men, wylin' out like mongrels Violent outlets to silence the growlin' in our tums though Soon we'll rise up out this an' doubters will clip their tonsils Auto-pilot for now, spittin' the foulest from my tongue, ho Hook(×1): This here 'bout a nigga that's strugglin' On that EBT, tryna keep the pot bubblin' Mufflin' the rumblin's, mind in a daze –Aimin' for success, so I grind an' I pray May the Lord make a way, –guide me through the treacherous No hurt, harm or danger befall as I invest in this {-} My very life—blood, tears, perspiration In the long run, it'll pay for generations Verse 2: –One monkey don't stop none; but gon' let 'im be courageous Gon' see the chimp's a chump when I pimp-smack Dr. Zaius Outrageous, these fools be nada like they're portrayed as –Thought he was real? That fucka just got a great mask I gotta laugh while I bask, the goal's to get plenty money Ya' goal's to knock me off, couldn't beat me wit' twenty of me {-} You seek an Achilles heel from that heart on my sleeve Surmised an easy target, –but now you gotta ease up off it –The fact this beast don't soften; true, his heart is freezin' often An' be spittin' smog an' steam just to leave 'em wheezin', coughin' {-} The froggish leap for flawless speech an' verses sweet as frostin' –This kid got so much heat, he die an' leave a steamin' coffin Hook(×1) Outro(×2): One monkey don't stop no show One monkey don't stop no show; I'm the poacher One monkey don't stop no show One monkey don't stop no show; fuck 'round an' roast ya' ((This a dangerous game, such a dangerous game Ya'll niggaz keep playin wit ya' life This a dangerous game, very dangerous game Ya'll niggaz must wanna lose ya' life))

‘Charge It 2 My Head (Bein' NFE)’ Hook(×2): Charge it to my head, baby, I'm just bein' me From the womb to the tomb, gon' be real as real can be Ain't– thuggin', but I swear-swear, I'ma keep it G Just– charge it to my head when I'm bein' NFE Verse 1: Don't you worry, 'cause the Lord got me, harder than Korg body {-} Despite the fact, I get more +flack/FLAK+ than a TORGUE shotty Still movin' forward, yeah, pushin' towards greatness Been under maintenance, I maintain, explore this matrix Write out the hatred, exorcise an' cleanse my demons Turn– doubters into angels, they sing praises, it's my season Still– searchin' for the meanin', {-} dyslexic wit' a dictionary Just a double amputee Jack Kirby playin' Pictionary {-} So wit' no hands, I still sketch dynamic pictures I am– bound to blow up: organic flow, volcanic mixture {-} Dyspeptic wit' a septic mind, skeptics caused a big stir Embedded in amygdalas, my presence is a fixture Hook(×2) Verse 2: Wit'out this rap, I'd be clawin' out my brains in an asylum Bound to snap, any second; drown my pain or I'll be wylin' Shit consecutively pilin'; —I stress, but I keep smilin' Peep them knives in my back; I– pull 'em out an' file 'em Never know when I'll need 'em; {-} cutthroat game, gotta bleed 'em Pamphlet niggaz, quick read 'em; fuck that bullshit you feed 'em Cold word, so deceivin', {-} politicians misleadin' Fools'll sell out they momma, {-} can't respect who be leadin' All these silver spoons an' trust funds, fulla cap, I trust none Steadfast, bust gun, a one of one, not plus-one Darker than the dusk, son; pardon me, I struck some Nerves, glad you got 'em, best be ready when "The Fuck" come Hook(×2)

‘Ablaze (Light Work)’ Hook(×1): {-} Light work when I write, yeah I do this all day {-} Handle biz, NFE'll never play Once I'm up goin' in, feel like I'm in a daze {-} Hit the mic an' I set it ablaze —Light work, yeah I do this all day {-} Handle biz, NFE'll never play Once I'm up goin' in, feel like I'm in a daze {-} Hit the mic an' I set it ablaze Verse 1: My bars Herculean, brain is Zulu and Mongolian Imperfect bein', but I get sicker wit' e'ry flow I pen Superior, {-} Imperius Rex, Namor wit' melanin He remains a genuine article; third or better when I hop on, so pardon my French when speakin' Delacroix Art is monetary, Sun is varied when he spill it raw Protect my repertoire, strictly comin' hard an' great Wit' punchlines, –I leave 'em all swolle, like some Harden 8's I'm not street, I'm a minefield, make it hard to skate {-} To chromium from silverback, be the hardest ape It ain't no beef, that farm is a barnyard of crepe Unfuckwitable, the style? It be hard to rape Hook(×1) Verse 2: Be nothin' to it, when SAVAAR kill cats Raised the bar an' scraped my hand on a Starshield sat A one of one, shine the brightest where the starfield at I be myself, an' get the props 'cause my bars yield that Work hard, but the work is never gruelin', I be movin' Play around, I be foolin', like to clown when I'm groovin' Have fun, I'm a student on the playground, never prudent {-} Always worthwhile, never fruitless, undiluted –See, I bring it to ya', straight from the belly Of the beast wit' a Caesarean section, I spit in e'ry direction You ackin' coy like you ain't 'ware that he flexin' A solar flare be there in e'ry inflection Hook(×1)

‘The Next Level '23’ Verse 1: New niggas all copycats, hear it an' they copy that Love it, but ain't coppin' that, leechin'? Where that's poppin' at? Work magic wit' no top-a-hat, bars hit like a copper bat They slither in like copperheads, flounder when you chop the head My notebook full of Babadooks, Oni, wraiths, all type of spooks I'm crackerjack, avant-garde, kook; throw 'em off, provide the fluke No competition I rebuke, challengers are catalyst Grindin' just like Tony Hawk 2, boy who rad as this? Diggin' in my pad again, my past just more challengin' All I got in +store+, go change the clothes on the mannequin Switchin' up the plan again, slackers? I no fan of them Keep on playin' games, bitch, you gon' force my hand again Gotta be a different kind of nigga here this time around Gotta make the difference clear an' bigger to define my sound Gotta show these cherubs, they fuckin' wit' the Devil Fuck around, I take it to a whole nudda level **break** Verse 2: Look at the bigger picture, learn to see beyond the scenes Ain't feelin' what I'm sayin', hearin' silly shit like mondegreens Say it all the time: NOTHIN'– can ever come between Whether heartbreak or heart intact, still gon' come for green {–} Still gon' go for mine, even tho' she hurt me Still– gon' thrive an' shine, nothin's ever worthless Done put it all on the line tho' I'm far from perfect Hearin' voices in my mind, but– they won't divert me {-} Tho' I sit around an' pine, I'm still motivated Told you on that track way back: I'm dedicated Been runnin' wit' the world's weight an' feel my shoulders breakin' But I can't stop, I gotta move, or else my world will cave in, yeah {-} My minor setback, gon' be Leona Lewis soon Better in time, takes a moment to get to his boon Demons of his past –done came in tryna chew up wounds But it don't matter, man this kid is shootin' for the moon **break** Hook(×2): Rocket to the next level, steady poppin' my shit Diligent, an' hella focused, how I'm droppin' my shit Have 'em jockin' my shit— stand tall, never crumble Clearly see it ain't no strings, ho– like a wind ensemble

‘How It Used 2 B (Missin' U)’ Verse 1: Day an' night, there's a film playin' back in my mind All the time, on rewind, I reminisce an' recline Hearin' ya' voice like a soundbite, {-} bittersweet morsel Last thing a nigga wanna do is force you But I really want you back; feel ya' touch Caress an' have– e'ry part of you in clutch You– always been special, whether you my boo or not {-} But now I feel bitter, never thought you would stop Been three years now, an' I still ain't healed Tryna– deaden my nerves 'cause it hurts to feel On the real, I be ill, but chill an' act cool Gotta be a man about it, that's a T-Brax jewel {-} Feelin' like a fool, 'cause I know I did you wrong An' I know you won't be back just because I made a song {–} Can't blame a nigga tryin' while he in the zone {-} Damn, it hurts to be alone Hook A(×1): Like damn, I just want it back to how it used to be Nobody else, just~ you an' me Up against the world, feelin' truly free 'Cause I can see nobody else but you for me Alone for the three, an' ain't used to me Feelin' like a piece of who I used to be Really bright future I– used to see No longer vivid, what'd you do to me? Verse 2: {–} Be a clown to say– I don't need ya' Shit, I'm open like a book; can't say– you don't read 'em But– what we had was toxic, serrated, would bleed ya' Never knew how to love, an' nobody could teach 'im {-} Imagine growin' up, the only love you knew Was mom an' grandparents, no-one else came through Popz bounced when a nigga was three Wit'out a proper father figure, this is how I came to be But check–, it's no excuse, though– perfectly valid To explain– when in love why I'm green like a salad {-} Wet behind the ears, even at thirty-five So old, yet immature, naive instead of wise –Think I know a lot, but don't know shi-aht Stubborn an' petty, –got me ackin' like a bee-atch Soul made a gold, but– just like fee-aht (fiat) Currency, it's losin' value, don't wanna be dat Hook A(×1) Verse 3: –What's love? I don't even know ya' favorite color An' after five years, should've been knew each other But how can one learn wit' walls an' language barriers? Watch us burn it all, insane where pain will carry us Become estranged, shoot blame, all the hate in our brains'll bury us We– aim to be better, but the change is scarin' us Only takes a inklin', an' fear is flarin' up Think we in the clear, that's when fear just tear us up Then we go postal, clear the area Tryna stay hopeful, but near hysteria Near a barrier, na'an one wanna break it Say we could work again, it's a chance neither's takin' Feel we won't make it, we odd an' so disparate Words disparagin', vibe check is a demerit Still I– grin an' bear it while it tortures me Gotta believe there's more for we Hook B(×1): Like damn, I just want it back to how it used to be Nobody else, just~ you an' me Up against the world, feelin' truly free 'Cause I can see nobody else but you for me Alone for the three, an' ain't used to me Feelin' like a piece of who I used to be Really bright future I– used to see No longer vivid, what'd you do to me? I just want it back to how it used to be Nobody else, just~ you an' me Up against the world, feelin' truly free 'Cause I can see nobody else but you for me Alone for the three, an' ain't used to me Feelin' like a piece of who I used to be Really bright future I– used to see No longer vivid, what'd you do to me?

‘COME 2 THAT’ Hook(×2): Boy please, no ease; never holdin' back Fuck they pleas; roll ya' sleeves, let ya' knuckles crack Enemies are wantin' more? Time to go to bat Racked an' ready for the war if it's come to that Verse 1: Here to raise Hell; {-} Clive Barker wit' a GraphGear Scribin' in my +Book of Blood+ 'til a path's clear Unadulterated, in a league of my own Wayfarer— where I lay my crown at is my throne {-} There ain't no other choice 'cept to stand alone Ten toes in my zone, lest I go insane As they fangs plug my veins, death adders on attack {-} Potholes in the lawn, ego-trippin', slangin' flak Estranged an' deranged, discord an' harsh resonance {-} Hate been overclockin' all they brains ever since I chose to do me; –all-in like The Little Red Hen Break they pride wit' a flick of Ed's pen Hook(×2) Verse 2: {-} Tomorrow's never promised, set a precedent today Stay tenacious wit' ya' goals, keep malevolence away {-} Increase intelligence, learn all there is to learn Wit' more knowledge acquired, easier to discern {-} An' separate the wheat from the chaff, get the weak outcha path Go beast, un– leash all ya' wrath Always no sleep, gotcha back against the wall You can weep or you can laugh, turn the cheek– to the cheek of ya' ass 'Cause we ain't givin' muhfuckaz nothin' this year {—} Except disrespect Oh you thought it was all love? Yeah, that's incorrect Been some rough patches like serrated Nicorettes Hook(×2)

‘The Sprint (‘Breathe’ FreetheStyleMIX)’ Verse: Allow me to laugh, y'all semi-fire like a standard Ruger I'll incinerate ya' ass like– Frederick Krueger I maneuver through the bullshit, quicker than a sidewinder Gotta stay on my toes, fuckz out chyea'll blindside ya' They main goal is to throw you to the sidelines Malign ya' name, make alterations to the guidelines But see, Fine ain't worried, got grace an'– blessings on my side {-} Learn from e'ry lesson life provides Any damage to my pride, I shake off, haters fall like autumn Like roaches in a hall, when they crawl, I spot 'em Hit 'em wit' a spiked maul, throw a spanner in the works Tick me off, I'm Bruce Banner, straight berserk {-} In all manners, I'm the worst, but– manna on this earth Heavensent, intelligent, Saint Nic an' Krampus That's a– gift an' a curse, best way to describe it Any– myth, I will burst, gimme time to scribe shit Many rhymes that I've writ, have often got me lauded but– Also, disparaged, embarrassed when folks have brought 'em up I gained my glow-up, changed my flow up, smacked ya' ho up Always on fire, just erupt like KRAKATOA!! One day I'll blow up, no– Timothy McVeigh Then my enemies will get to see the energy I've often kept at bay {-} I'm often swept away Just trapped inside my mind, wit' nada awesome left to say Hook(×2): Now just breathe, fully focus, get– ready for the sprint Yeah, them shoulders feel heavy, an' they heavy 'cause of sin Uh, {-} let the comfort in, free the tears an' just vent Gon' open up ya' heart, send that pressure through the pen