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LitM (Legend in the Making) [Original Series]

by Fineprint Misread

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#ThoughtsofaGIANT, Pt. 1 <Intro> 02:05
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‘#ThoughtsofaGIANT, Pt. 1 <Intro>’ I got my swagger back, call the tailors 'Cause if you wanna wear me out, it's gotta be custom fitted Uplifted, feelin' like me again, he again Mind movin' like a Maserati, niggaz want it off the top Like the Gran Cabrio, but I'm just a writer Providin' novels of a +King+'s work like Richard Bachman My pseudonym is Fineprint, but Eddie White's the mastermind Givin' you a full clip of rhymes, banana-style From the South, where niggaz ride Chevy's, Oldsmobiles an' Lacs Man, I bust these raps Like crooked cops bust they gats on plenty innocent Blacks An' you wonder why my people never buried the hatch Styx an' stones break bones, now take the souls an' ferry 'em back Words never hurt, I use 'em as a yoga mat I'm throwin' that in my simulcast I pray one day you knock 'em dead an' break a leg; bruh, I'll sign yo cast Bitches be like, "I pray somebody signs yo ass" I know, bitch, 'cause you got ya mind on cash An' even tho money is the motive I'm a legend in the makin', full head of steam like a locomotive You should never challenge a G.I.A.N.T. Especially when you don't apply the right science I chose to do my thang all by my lonely But I'll tell you somethin' that my nana told me Never go thru life thinkin' you don't need nobody God made man an' woman for a reason Everybody has a soulmate, but people come an' go wit' the seasons I see that clear, no longer cry over spilled milk Just keep a wall of steel built up, reinforced Harden my heart an' focus on music, for we will never be divorced At times I feel like my hand's forced by an unknown force So when I write this I'm controlled But what's uncontrolled are thoughts weighin' heavy on my mind Feelin' like I got the world on my shoulders Sometimes it gets hard to bear, an' all I wanna do is let go But if I do that, the naysayers win So here I go again, win or lose It's all or nothin' an' the voice in my head sayin' "Kill them dudes"
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Back On My BULLshit 03:40
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‘Back on My BULLshit’ Verse 1: On point like a sniper, spot ya team thru the scope All about the paper, need a couple reams for this dope The hard white I wrote, when I'm beamin', I just gloat A chick told me the flow's hot like the semen down her throat Heh... I'm so CL wit' it... That's smooth, muthafucka; you DL wit' it That's why I'm laughin', everything ya do's comedic But everything I do's strategic Flux capacitor in the pen, I rewrite timelines Actions speak louder than words, guess these are mime rhymes A oxymoron; watch me mock these morons Tryna lift my bars, that's dead weight that'll pop ya forearms Mutated, now I'm fly like Sauron Let's get high, I got five on it like Zordon Evolved once I blazed like Flareon I'm more House of a 1,000 Corpses, you just House of Deréon Nigga carry on, mind-state's too jet-like Flows stashed like carry-on, invincible like Jet Life I'm killer, you need MetLife; hit you like mid-life For comin' wit' that pussy delivery like a midwife Nigga... Verse 2: I catch alotta flack (FLAC) like Bandcamp Because I never stick to the rules set forth, niggaz wanna cramp My style, like a contortionist wit' a bad back Lookin' for stick figures, boy-- I'm more abstract I know a couple niggaz lookin' up to the flow Like I'm on a stage, others wanna look down on it So they in the nosebleeds, I'm in a rage Puttin' all of my anger on the page If I seem one-dimensional, you just not breakin' the Fourth Wall Kinda lewd, similar to Deadpool My middle finger got a high libido, eager wit' the fuck you Pause... not fuckin' wit' you like lesbian nuns Stand next to the Sun if you think you're hotter than me I mean, suck your mum, 'cause ain't nann hotter than me Awe-inspired is what I fuckin' got you to be Write all the bars you want, none of 'em poppin' to me Boy stop...
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Morning Breath (The Wake-Up) 02:26
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‘Morning Breath (The Wake-Up)’ In the mix like Billboard singles, cuttin' edge Native Tongue like Iriquois, liquid sword, scalp heads Then brainwash niggaz, lead the blind wit' foresight Bring the lost ones towards the light Lately I've been slackin', my head in the clouds Feet kickin' like I'm 'bout to drown, swear I'll never touch the ground It's OV once I get started, villain of the game Started out a hero, playin' by rules that weren't created fair Now I act like they don't exist Not committed to shit that y'all indoctrine Feelin' like I'm breathin' different oxygen Watchin' bitches pop shit, lips leak excrement instead of collagen If you ain't 'bout it, get outed like three strikes Take it up wit' the umpire, while I take it into extra innings Pitch sumpin' fierce, insult to injury Curve that ass while I'm throwed, fuck nigga remember me Rappers be co-dependent, I'm just the coldest pennin' Speak of those who made me feel offended Laugh at niggaz complain 'bout a drop in popularity Y'all were never popular to begin wit', that's trill shit Get dealt wit', head pelted Beaten down by a angry mob for doin' ya hater job Ashamed of y'all, can't even collab on tracks Niggaz tellin' you ya nice in place of wack Check ya facts, I've come a long way, workin' day an' night Progress to awe-inspire those who don't believe in Eddie White Kickin' it since Rocky an' Colt kicked back Whoop ass from my brewery, fuck a six-pack Now twist that shit up in ya vega an' smoke it Shit I'm on is too strong, niggaz can't even toke it Done jokin', back focused; Don Juan, not Juan Pablo Heckler an' Koch flow send Hobbits back to they grotto Vato-- fuck a motto The way I hock flows it's like my mouth bustin' hollows Laidback Cab Callaway, deep wit' the ink like a octo 20,000 leagues, dice niggaz like toma-toes The sun comes out tomorrow, so while the morons slept I wrote some hot shit, wake up to this morning breath
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Leo Marvin (Solo Version) 02:13
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‘Leo Marvin (Solo Version)’ Mind on my money, focusin' my strength Puttin' everything I have into this hustle Nigga, I may have to muscle my way in Thinkin' like a young S Dot; are you feelin' it? Ferrari dreams, an' I'ma make 'em reality If it ain't a foreign, nigga it's a allergy I told you once, got drive like Pininfarina So I'll be rockin' flashy robes like Flair when I enter arenas This heavy, can't handle? Keep truckin' I know y'all can't bear it, yackin' like Teddy Ruxpin Followin' more yellow brick roads than narc canines Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, it's dark daytime The snakes creep to spray .9's, drummin' like The Nutcracker Lackluster shit can't shine wit' butt lacquer 'Bout my bread, throwin' butts atcha Leave the craze to the thots goin' nuts for such rappers Gimme the cake like Barnaby, I got babes in Toyland Who just wanna help get icing on the boy hands Should start packin' twin Dessies 'Cause I ain't fuckin' wit' you dudes like a jacuzzi packed wit' ten lezzies It's all fetti focused when you fuckin' wit' names That hold weight like a bezzi on Raekwon I smell somethin' fishy, signs of a red herring Things are not what they seem, but y'all not carin' Preoccupied wit' all that bullshit you hearin' Dirty rotten scoundrel, schemin' like Freddy Benson An' bitches wanna take his clothes off like Janet Colgate I hear you makin' noise like a probate But pimpin', I'm amazin' like that webslinger The return of the real, so ill, I'm a dead ringer See I graduated from the mundane, turned my tassel, hoe Now roll a doob fatter than a camel toe; smoke one for me...
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G.I.A.N.T.S. Get It, Pt. 1 02:30
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‘G.I.A.N.T.S. Get It, Pt. 1’ Boy stop!-- You ain't got shit on The G.I.A.N.T.S. Prayin' for our downfall will have us crushin' ya city We too big for the small talk, but I engage Just to humor villagers thinkin' they drivel can belittle us Don't have diamonds on ya wrist-- stop lyin' Can't be as cold as the kid, stop tryin' Ain't got shit poppin', still local, why follow ya? My niggaz blunt blowin', got ashes dumpin' on all of ya Stuff bowls like cereal commercials Just follow ya nostrils for Mary Jane-laced gospel Still non-chalant, apathetic apostle Bars hostile, knockin' niggaz down like Herschel Homie, run it back, talkin' bars Got enough to build 10 correctional facilities Incarcerate all you for pushin' bullshit Now that's chuuch, tabernacle wit' the steeple over the pulpit You preachin' sermons to the choir, they havin' a musical Tri-city sing-off, I sing 'cause All you niggaz my sons, beat you like Bing Cros You got a better chance bein' blind an' winnin' a ring toss Before you can ever outdo me I got my shit together, boy now you see A lot more intricate, thought-provokin' Niggaz seein' now that the killer be the soft-spoken Always the quiet-type, Mr. Observant Watch niggaz play themselves in a room full of critics wit' scripts out Dick out, but I ain't fuckin' wit' y'all Fuck pause, niggaz better quit bein' homophobic I wrote it, knew the response I would get That's why I just laugh at the shit I say I'm sick, you think it's hypochondria, mayne Makin' you insane like The Andromeda Strain My name in ya mouth is a bee sting; how's that swolle tongue? Sing my praises kid, you know the whole song African beetle on my shit, roll dung G.I.A.N.T.S. get it like Fee Fi Fo Fum
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#IKillShit, Pt. 1 03:51
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‘#IKillShit, Pt. 1’ Verse 1: #TeamNoSleep, that's how I get it in 'Cause I ain't guaranteed 168 next week Believe, fatigue's the only time these beats get reprieve Otherwise, I'm executin' on the loosest leaves Nowadays though, I'm inkjet wit' my scripts Rappers grind my gears 'til I spark from the lips My bars are like Thor wit' Mjolnir, only I can lift Born wit' meningitis, God offset my curse wit' a gift I'm killin' wit' no remorse, I can't stop Not even on the day I cop a Porsche You force my hand, I'm goin' kamikaze It's Maserati from the city that brought you Yo Gotti You haters the real Illuminati Snakes wit' angel tongues that want my soul an' body Realest nigga struttin' wit' dragon testes Interestin' like I came wit' Dos Equis Hook(x1): Dreams of... fast cars an' a bad bitch Or a... real woman wit' her ass thick Kick a... few flows, get my ass rich Hip-Hop grindin' 'til po' is past tense An' I'm... still on that shit, nigga It ain't a game wit' the 'caine from my lips, nigga Yeah... still on that shit, nigga Broads break hearts-- I kill shit, nigga Verse 2: Down to get paper longer than the reach on Manute Bol Long as this remain facts only when told Stack 'til it can't fold so I can live like Phil an' Aunt Viv Pool house right behind the crib Leer jets an' jetskis, yes please Knuckles covered like Ghostface, rockin' a bunch of Gretsky Mmm... I'm even impressed by that line By the way, this brought to you by that flame spitta named Fine I'm ill, you're benign; I'll gladly Knock you off for stuntin' wit' lil banks like a 90's Ross Bagley Niggaz can't pass me, they nag me Makin' statuses about rap but can't tag me They not as fly as I wit' the flows Underground, but I'll soon be up there wit' the pros Hold ya nose once I get money 'Cause I'ma swear my shit don't stank in Givenchy Hook(x1)

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Just a lil' something to hold my supporters over. Hope you all enjoy these 6 tracks. I put my heart into every last one. I'm out.

1 #ThoughtsofaGIANT, Pt. 1 <Intro>
2 Back on My BULLshit
3 Morning Breath (The Wake-Up)
4 Leo Marvin (Solo Version)
5 G.I.A.N.T.S. Get It, Pt. 1
6 #IKillShit, Pt. 1

Fineprint Misread
Hardcore Rap/Conscious Hip-Hop/Soulful Hip-Hop
Fearless Heights / E.U.C. Recordings

FH-06292014

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released June 29, 2014

Fearless Heights / E.U.C. Recordings

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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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