‘The Ruler: NFE's Rebirth’ Verse 1: Niggaz throwin' shade, crossin' lines Caught up in the crosshatch; like prank calls when they talk back If you don't recognize a voice, just some nobodies playin' games Pointin' fingers an' sayin' names My edge, they thought I lost that, these kids so cray cray Knowin' in they heart that I'm a muthafuckin' terror The most common error is takin' me for a joke I'm nada to laugh at, make you stiffer than seven strokes If I was that type of nigga, ya bitch'll go down like mayday After I take you out like a smoke break I've been better, never tell me that I've improved There's nothin' left for me to lose, so I stopped holdin' back on you dudes Ain't just in it to be rich, got a rep to maintain Still high octane wit' tons of bane in my veins I'm rejuvenated, slightly consumed by hatred Mostly consumed by the fervor to go at it an' murder Hook(x2): I know you've heard An' I know you know That I'm loaded up Cocked an' ready to go I'm the present an' The muthafuckin' future So boys an' girls Welcome back your ruler Verse 2: Most people count sheep to go to sleep, I count pentagrams an' goat heads It's satanic shit up in my brain Sick of these old heads tryin' to be young, no sense That shit you on, I'm off that like Hov said Niggaz and bitches got room in my flow, it's co-ed Lyrically I'm like a cokehead withdrawin' Aggy an' hostile, apathetic apostle I gives no fuck really if you're saved by my gospel See, if I delegated my bars to just broads Then they would become a brothel But, I chose to invite y'all to my hostel an' mock you Put you crabs in a bucket wit' pills -- mollywop you Most you rap niggaz need Clear Eyes Most you rap niggaz need hooked on phonics for near rhymes Most you rap niggaz need Ben Stein 'Cause none of y'all gettin' big money like you say in your lines Fineprint has many sides to him (That ya'll don't know) Alot of you niggaz can't conincide wit' him (With weak ass flows) Past collabs can't hold a candle to him without burnin' from the wax A feverish ear infection that leaves 'em burnin' from the tracks If I had a dollar for everytime I said I was leavin' rap I'd be rich enough to buy out these labels that market crap Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some real important shit to say Givin' me passive-aggressive guidance, but sheer defiance made me who I am today Which means I'm willin' to slay I'm not a guinea pig in ya rat race, stuffin' ya fat face I'm one jagged klonopin that's hard to swallow These niggaz simps, son -- bust 'em in like Otto Hook(x2) Yeah... Fineprint, man... Rehabilitated... An' I'm back on my shit... Y'all fuck wit' me... Fearless Heights...

‘#Freewillisahelluvadrug... [Only my verse]’ Verse 1 [Fineprint NFE]: Right above it wit' no ceilings, mind on another plane Astral, so every hour like 4/20 Drunk off my own pride, but not abusin' my power Confident an' kinda cocky, can't knock me for stakin' claim Might not be the best, but I'm close to it Fuck a throne, I melt it down to throw on the wrist That's solid gold, flow overdose; 70s heroin Bring that marrow in, bitch I'm bad to the bone Like pimps on vogues, Iceberg Slim would be the process Of my thought; stricken wit' sea sickness Suplex washed-up niggaz on the back of the Loch Ness Monster, wit' my presence, aura of the Boogeyman In yo' closet like hoodies since the summertime hit Stoic as a Vulcan, live long an' prosper in this shit Invitin' all of you to come get money So if we eat together no more noses will be runny Spyin' on my moves, kinetic energy in my shoes Explode once I get goin', but I ain't on Once I am, put on for my city an' back it Like a U of M Tigers warm-up jacket Alotta racket like practice wit' Andre Agassi My strongarm steady 'til you feel the agony Full court press, field goal percentage No matter how you put it, son I wish to ball Throed outta yo zone like a Shaq free throw An' attract beautiful ladies anywhere that we go The flow is a helluva drug, call it free will No days off like Ferris; 3-6-5, kid turnin' like that wheel ...I'm ill

‘When The Beast in the Room’ Hook(x2): When the beast in the room, y'all niggaz better move I'm back on that shit, I got sumpin' to prove Notebook got extended clips, infrared beams Niggaz try an' scheme, I'll blow 'em out the seams Verse 1: I've been here for years, pay homage Nothin' to hide, besides it pays to be brutally honest Wit' the flow I dice niggaz like Benihanas Loaded, cocked an' ready wit' verses that contain plenty lamas 25 an' always flowed so ahead of my time XO 'nac poured just to better my rhymes Ya never could shine hoppin' in a veteran's line Go temper ya mind, or remain forever behind Compared to my rhyme, you're more or less wastin' space Bare witness to my state of grace for a change of pace Savour the taste, I beast like a Wesen (Vesen) Shit's gettin' grim, growin' dim for you brethren This season, I intend to leave the track bleedin' Not my fault I wear my heart on my sleeve Whether or not bein' passionate's a gift an' a curse I'm dedicated to bein' artistic in a verse Upper echelon 'cause simplicity really hurts Blame it on the era I grew up in, it's just a repercussion Reap your harvest, what you sowed is comin' tenfold Ya body's a temple, desecrated by foulin' ya mental Over 9,000 when I murk instrumentals "No Sweetener"'s a dose of what I'm into They say I'm a square, that's cool, I guess 'Cause if I'm a square, I'm a fuckin' Givenchy symbol Hook(x2)

‘NFE's On Attack (FreetheStyleMIX)’ Verse: Remove the serial, watch me go Lettin' off wit' this underground automatic flow Bust a full clip thru ya lungs, infrared -- eye for an eye Niggaz get wet up then hung out to dry Their strung out on I, intravenous Halt for the interval -- insert penis Enter meta-genius, buzzin' like a anxious panelist Rabid hunger like a cannibal, overactive hyperthalamus Dare a nigga challenge this, burn his head; puff pass it Old school flavor, sweet an' thick like molasses Move like Cassius Haymaker punch, brass knuckle rap, bastard Raw to the bone like a busted femur Hard like real life, you are just a dreamer Tough ya team up 'fore you fuck wit' the brightest Sick niggaz got my back, Squad Meningitis All you thirsty niggaz -- heads up like Tantalus Feenin' for my next flow, wonder what the channel is Who he channelin'? Answer is -- dis dick Bedridden bars; Fineprint's this sick Straight egotistic, an' he go ballistic The flow's Kwanza, a seed grew mad gifted Fruits of my labor, drink the wine But if it ain't my grapevine, it's bitter like quinine In the hood I see niggaz post like a timeline Sip drank an' blow kush then recline Leanin' like italics an' backslash Young queens become addicts an' burn niggaz like backdrafts In the aftermath, became slaves to the system Insurrectionist mindstate 'cause they're victims Rebel symptoms, tally-ho Leave my symbol deep in ya skin via intaglio Hook(x1): My people if you wit' me, where you at? From the front to the back, Fineprint's on attack So ill, so raw, on-point, on track Get it in like this an' like that

"Leave Me Be" This ain't the realest shit I ever wrote, I'm forever real An' I have more facts, just roll the reel For this documentary, listen to my commentary The truth behind these bars in exchange for commissary Used to be a backpacker, now I'm just a billfolder The mission is to get it, payout like a high roller Relax when I feel older, I'm energetic like my younger days Still on old habits from my younger age Friends ask when will I let go of my younger ways I guess whenever Magic Johnson succumbs to AIDS Ya'll think this shit, too scared to say it Niggaz feelin my shit in secret, too scared to play it Around they homies, 'cause I do shit outside the realm I have my own train of thought, that's why I man the helm I'm tryin to run the city, you on a powerwalk Unless you have the clout, save all that power talk It's Fineprint... Look, every artist ain't a battle rapper So pardon me when I eschew hardcore for somethin dapper I went from bein brash to kind of classy Chicks say I'm a gentleman, but I can still get nasty Voice raspy like throat cancer Niggaz ask for features but get no answer The reason is because I can do bad by myself So I avoid dead weight slowin my chase for wealth I'ma be fresh to death, suit tailored like The Tall Man Won't say fuck the world 'cause I want it all, man The weirdo wit' the fierce flow; the Edgar Allan Poe Of the ghetto; spottin pussies like calico Rap's Lovecraft, I beast like Cthulhu You kno I come from beyond like the Skrulls -- ooh I stay on point like knives in Rachel Ray's kitchen If I'm a fuckin' douche, suck my Scott Disick Watch who you dissin'...

"Nana's Opus Pt. 2: My Official Goodbye" Wishin' I had you here just to sit by your side Holdin' your hand, lookin' in your eyes to see what lies inside Your mind, full of thoughts misplaced, memories erased Not the precious ones, they remained encased In your heart's safe, under lock an' key Your love was stronger than Alzheimer's could ever be I was always up late watchin' over you Makin' sure you didn't wander off, around that time I'd ponder thoughts Wonderin' what we'd do if you ever passed That inklin' was taboo, inquiring minds never asked Now you're gone, I'm still in a ton of pain It's like a sunny day bein' drenched in a ton of rain Back in the days when I'd leave to go home, blowin' a kiss You'd blow one back, I'd catch it an' hold it close to my heart Always thought nothin' could tear me an' my nana apart But even light gets overlapped by the dark So harkin' back to the line about a sunny day full of rain Despite a dismal appearance, rainbows will show We have to be grounded to grow Therefore, tragedy had to happen for me to blossom I was made level-headed, got focused again For a long time I had massive rage I was holdin' in An' I'm still a bit pent-up Seein' the pedestal I was on become bent-up I said I would make it to do better for you an' moms Now I have to do better for her, that's your daughter The lady who took care of you as life passed her by But your death was a blessin' that gave her wings to fly An' now it's time for her to take flight, live life No sad tomorrows, no more strife Don't mistake me, I'm not sayin' moms was held back She did her duty because you came first There'd be no me without her, an' no her without you An' this, granny... this we know is true With that notated now, I'm a bit more at peace This part 2 of my opus, nana -- rest in peace

"Illness Is Only Experience Pressurized '14" Si-si-sick n' twisted nigga, m-m-movin' like a sprinter Heart of a lion spliced wit' a giant, sp-sp-spine stronger than iron Got Saiyan all in my genes, truer than them jeans Ends justify means, niggaz better save they steam Look, bein' superior to y'all is nothin' Only find joy in surpassin' myself, but I still retain the belt An' won't hesitate to let you know Illness is only experience pressurized in a flow Just like courage is grace under pressure If you ain't got the heart, don't even speak, just depart Never let your lips part to criticize my bars I uplift like Rakim, got them reachin' the stars Notice, I said "reachin'", not "reachin' for" I wake 'em up like Dap Dunlap; "The fuck you niggaz sleepin' for?" Everybody in your camp is ass like a K. Michelle twerk session Ain't even worth stressin' I'm so Bluff City, noble like blue blood in me Not ya avvy Southern rapper, please stand by for the gaffer To come an' shine light wit' this flow; one of my +Best Boy+ Another night an' I'm still +The Real McCoy+ Yeah, a bonafide Henry when I +Beast+ Give 'em +Goosebumps+ like that one from the East +Monster Blood+ got me growin', I'm up under your bed In your closet, in your dreams; got you pissin' the sheets Flow runny, diarrhea; I got the highest fever Goin' hard in the paint, y'all hard in the bleachers Schemin' on my cheer leaders, didn't even up the score I surpassed it, numbers up, check the leader on the board

"Rich Rapper, Po' Rapper: An Observation" The rich rapper compose flows for monetary benefit The poor rapper remains humble, intimate an' intricate Hit ya jugular quick wit' mindbogglin' shit Those in the middle tend to toggle the switch Have you niggaz chokin' on similes an' metaphors The poor rapper's content, he prevailed against allure The rich rapper says he's killin' ya'll this year, next year I swear I got ya'll every year, my team forever here That's like a rich rapper to brag on his team Sip promethazine, spit it hot as St. Augustine Sayin' shit like "To get these bands, she pussy pop on her hands Now, that's what I call American Bandstand" Rich rappers be fuckin' wit' all kinds of foreigns Brazilians, Guyanese, Chinese then hop in Mazerati's an' floor 'em To an extent, poor rappers adore 'em Droppin' demos or links, rich rappers ignore 'em This where we meet in the middle like vaginal lips Ciroc in a holy grail runneth over, watch the swagger just drip A bunch of charlatan artists wit' braggardly lips Niggaz ain't got shit they really rap about All those millis an' billis they yap about, fabricated for clout Lyin' to kick it, is this what it's really 'bout? Poor rappers aspire to be rich, but it's a bad route they on Some niggaz couldn't blow wit' a Acme bomb One night only like Jennifer Hudson pickin' dragonfruit After that, their career's killed at the root This for the real, if that's you, you kno the deal; just salute You kno I'm ill, this is proof; you feel ill, hit the booth It's Fineprint... Hook(x2): Rich rapper, poor rapper It's funny how a couple mil' makes you more dapper With or without a deal, know what we go after? The money an' the pussy, the money an' the pussy; that's real

‘Must Think I'm Crazy (The Anti-Cuff Song)’ Verse 1: Since I know ya hotspots, I'ma push ya buttons Are you gon' give it up is the main discussion If you ask no questions, I tell no lies I need a, freak baby, that stay hot 'tween them thighs My starship, get a nigga for that trip to Venus Intergalactic girl, Barbarella on my penis Deep space nine, incline ascent for that climax Sex in the city -- I ain't spendin' my racks Lost ya mind thinkin' you'll get a dime Of mine; bitch -- go dive in a coal mine An' get trapped or get pimp-slapped, this mine, ah'ight? Gold diggin', that's why I'm givin' ya pyrite See I write the songs ya homegirls sing I don't need ya, ma, you don't mean a thing If we're a item, accessories are sold separately I'll make yo ass a memory... Hook(x1): I'm so outrageous Won't take you places Never buy you thangs No trickin', baby Just get to steppin' No second-guessin' You want a ring Must think I'm crazy Verse 2: Look, I ain't the marryin' type 'Cause most bitches known to half-step an' carry a knife Cross me, I end up the bury ya type So keep that matrimony shit out my area, 'ight? I'm that guy, the walk around wit' a barrier-type Build walls to keep whores blocked; heart's Fort Knox Double-bolted wit' rabid guard dogs, 4 dobermans an' 4 rotts Try an' break-thru I build more blocks Girls are dumb, I got Axe Cop logic Straight tightwad like a spitball You gets no profit, so just back off it Better find a sorry sap back at college I know her type, she just want a nigga wallet Spoiled rotten, she'll curse daddy like Journee Smollet Some bought it hook, line an' sinker Not a idiot, tho I fell (fail) in my 15's like a Inca Hook(x1) Verse 3: First name must be "Fuck You" 'Cause when we conversate, I'm hearin' ("Fuck yooooou!") Sayin' you love me, but you fucked who? When I see that nigga my gat's screamin' ("Buck yooooou!") Booyakah! Blaow! Slam the nigga like Budokai There was supposed to be a bond 'tween you an' I But I see the truth, baby you lie That's why I relish everytime that you cry Think you sly, wanna kiss an' make-up (After suckin' the next nigga's dick) I believe in second chances, but you wit' that bullshit an' (That's how bitches get fucked up) Played me for a fool like you bluffin' wit' 6 Jokers So queen, make your moves, this been over An' it's noted you're a tramp You only a bad bitch in the summer -- Sleep Away Camp

"The Beauty Of It All: Determined To Make It" Verse 1: You can give me your heart or give me nothin at all Give me a reason to fly or a reason to fall Pretty objects in life have the most hideous secrets Positives can be deadly in the wrong hands Long strands, threads of fate, run thru the sands of time I'm just goin hard long enough 'til some grands are mine I have my mind on money an' money must be made This bummy shit is played, cannot be that 'til my grave But, I'd rather struggle 'fore I wait for a hand No need of dependin' on y'all for a lux sedan Niggaz bleed like I bleed, fiend for greed like I fiend Gotta eat like I eat, we just go about it different Real... Hook(x2): Wit' this rap shit, I ain't gotta ask for a handout Niggaz busy frontin, I'm focused on ways to stand out I ain't gotta beg for a nigga to put me on 'Cause the beauty of it all is makin it on my own Verse 2: Step ya pen game up like Aurora Diamante 'Fore you throw shots, 'cause I'll bring Aurora to ya, hombre Some days I wish I could initiate a purge Murder every faggot thinkin' they ill wit' their words Always have the urge to go postal an' do it bi-coastal But both coasts'll feel me 'cause I'm soulful Went back to that ol' rappity rap dickriders claim to hate Fuck it, 'cause realness never goes out of date My past got me runnin' like Barry Allen thru a marsh wit' a whirlpool at the bottom If I stop, I'ma goner At the bottom, so the top's the icin' on the cake An' these broads out here tightnin' my brakes See, every decision I make gotta be executive But some fucks I will never ever give What I give is the real tho Stompin' thru yo neck of the woods crushin' ya trachea wit' a steeltoe Hook(x2)

‘Stimulate (Get 'em High)’ Verse 1: You know who it be, if you don't, it be fuckin' Fineprint Misread; flows like a .9 at ya' mind wit' the inf'red Throwin' blows to ya spine, hittin' like a big sledge Hammer... bust heads... the grammar Interstellar, peep my extra-terrestrial vernacular This vocal vocab menagerie... the spectacular Superhuman meets Super Saiyan meets Suicide Squad Deadshot Stompin' like Sasquatch Oooooh weeeee, what's up wit' that? Niggaz steady throwin' shots, but they can't fuckin' rap Got flows soft as uvula, I'm vulgar to a vulva lyricist Write some more pussy shit, I'll break ya fuckin' clit'ris (clit wrist) Few might miss this, I'm here to stimulate Invigorate, spark the brain -- now ventilate Manipulate an' annihilate when I fire hate Death was set to a prior date; I aim to violate Entire fate rest in my hands, I'll bring death to ya fans Man, just accept that you're bland Understand, I came on a mission like Moses Let my people go, so they can smell the roses An'... Hook A(x2): Take it to the heart, take it to the soul Take it to the head, get stimulated by the flow Verse 2: Life full of drama, so it hasn't been the easiest But I go against the bull like Theseus The hand dealt made me wanna fold, cards from a trick deck '09 I OD'd, ready to disconnect Underrated, some may say I overrate my skill But I'm from the 9-0-1, Born Cipher Knowledge -- let's build On the real, you couldn't fuck wit' my featherweight flows Throwin' heavyweight blows -- bitch From ya orifice, 'cause I still spit haymakers Written wit' the needle out the haystack Hit you in the kitchen, knock ya brains out -- ASAP Take that for poisonin' the youth wit' ya drug propaganda What's proper for the goose isn't proper for the gander You don't have a goal, so I'll stop you an' ya banter You're a panther, preyin' on vanity an' self-esteem Promotin' greed, paranoid from that weed Maybe if you took the time to smell the roses An' see the beauty in life, you wouldn't have to light Loud packs an' pop mollies Laugh at me for sober life, but you gettin' spooked by patrol lights I got a mantra, sing along if you will For a clear mindstate, cloudy thoughts we will kill Hook B(x2): Get 'em high, get 'em high, get 'em high From the lows, from the lows, from the lows Take it to the heart, take it to the soul Take it to the head, stimulate 'em wit' the flow Take it to the heart, take it to the soul Take it to the head, stimulate 'em wit' the flow (x4) Outro(x2): I believe the children are our future I believe the children are our future I believe the children are our future Raise 'em up right, before they shoot ya'

‘Grams & Bars (Original Version - Short)’ Verse 1: Champagne for my real friends, I got no time for ya pussy, bitch All I think about is money Real pain for my sham friends, dollar after dollar on my brain I know what the fuck you wantin' from me Pray to God all the time, I know somethin' comin' for me I just gotta get my soul right But I never said I was tryna go to Heaven, ask the preacher 'bout me Cryin' out for help, come see about me I ain't never had my dough right, didn't have the heart to be a D-boy Pole vaulted over triple beams Even wit' the smoke screen, veiled threats Bet it's cold-blooded fangs that I see, boy Backstabbers come wit' the territory, no detour Niggaz kill ya mood like Eeyore In the mouth of madness is a heart of darkness But it still beats pure Hook(x2): Wanna live the life of a celebrity A made figga way bigger makin' figures that you'll never see Open up shop, got the recipe Bars turn ya 1,000 grams to a teaspoon of sesame

‘No Sweetener '13’ Verse: The way I've been feeling, everybody's a enemy So much shit on my chest, muhfuckaz ain't hearin' me Always held myself in high regard, chose pride over confidence Some might say, that'll be my downfall But honestly, I rose above adversity By never adherin' to opinions, unless we seein' eye to eye But if your optics watchin' opposite objects Then I gives no fuck, what you discuss isn't fillin' my pockets I'm utterly disgusted by who you hold in high esteem That's why I spend my days blowin' off steam I was told you're hustlin' backwards if you're chasin' a bitch Like 50 said, chase the paper, they come wit' the shit But I, gives no fuck about conceited, bougie broads If that's your target demographic, hey, I applaud You obviously have the patience to deal wit' bullshit I, for one, don't need a bitch to get rich An' I say BITCH, an' I'ma keep sayin' BITCH An' once I keep sayin' BITCH, I know some hoe'll scream MISOGYNIST They want a optimist, but pessimism's my strongest attribute I'm one of these niggaz they feel they have to mute Society's angry voice, I made a choice to be just that While they weepin' off a Drake ballad, I'm like fuck that Don't know why I listen to fuckz who don't have deals Oh? You're cultured? That makes it so real Yet an' still, you out in the cold, dickridin' a stripper pole full of weak flows You admire mills, but the meek know How things go when it's too bleak for 40/40 vision Subpar? Nah, you just lack my precision Am I goin' too far? You're old, inside man on the outside, ringin' other niggaz bells A fuckin' ass-kisser, Uncle Tom to the industry, heh... nigga -- I'm your livin' Hell Incurred my wrath, I let you up under my skin But I'm tellin' you now PRICK, it won't happen again Why am I wastin' a flow on you? I'm lettin' go of you This exorcism plus a exercise of pure lyricism Fuck ya opinion, you ain't authority of shit Just a fuckin' cyber bully who likes to nitpick Okay, now I'm done, back to these hoes Turnin' their back to my flows, knowin' I'm a crack overdose They just wanna fuck 'til their vag is loose as a circus tent Drinkin' Colt 45s, smokin' dro every night Can't get a job 'cause you'll fail a drug test Put your skirt down, bitch -- you're a fuckin' mess Now, on to you simple-pimple-dimple rhymin' ass niggaz Pull your skirt up, show the world ya' sex change I remember when it was about proficiency Not deficiency, too many deliquents droppin' slop in frequency An' to think, I supported these up an' comers Not anymore, I'm back on my shit, ya'll startin' to bore I'm a asshole, I do this shit for me, I'm selfish In my arsenal is fishscale, ya'll just sell fish My bars ain't for you to turn-up to You turn-up one of mine, an' you collapse your spine They say rap isn't made for niggaz who go hard nowadays But I think Kendrick turned that shit sideways Now ya'll on ya ear, are you hearin' the underground? That boom from the cannon tho there's not a gun around You muthafuckin' cheetahs can't hang wit' a guerilla I'm this generation's Ice Cube, iller than all the filler You runnin' a hundred miles from reality I take shots, perfect aim, say no names but you're a casualty So, if I'm off your radar like John McAfee I double dog dare you fuck-niggaz to take a jab at me It's sad, 'cause in reality, y'all ain't touchin' my flows Prayin' to God, strugglin' to see me thru stain-glass windows