‘The Release’ Chorus(×2): Upon my page, and while the wind blows I open my arms, and just let them go Verse 1: Back in it, fully focused, –body the track This– grizzle be my life, I embody the knack E'ry dude that got on, been quasi an' lack But NFE coordinated like that Benghazi attack Bring that cocky shit back, I– do it 'til they sick of me Hotter than a phoenix, hella gravy like fricassee {–} Still ain't my time to claim victory But I will; earth still rotatin' like rotisserie {-} This my season, no hickory, or dickory dock E'ry reason to get it to the tick of the clock {-} The game been sewed plus equipped wit' a lock Witty like The Wu, kid I keep them quips up in stock A wolf in sheep-wear, rove in a carnivorous flock I be humble an' quiet, but– ready to ravage Still savage, –heart in e'ry passage Wrestlin' wit' stress, pin it in a small package Chorus(×2) Verse 2: This all about release, throw this beast in therapy Open my soul, let the beat carry me Upon my page, where the sheets ferry me To another plane, different train of thought, merrily {-} Be droppin' them songs, steady jottin' my thoughts Emotions leap from my tongue, slow crawl to a walk Words start to talk, take on a life of their own I can feel the heartbeat through the mic-a-rophone An' what I write off my dome? Sorta like a novella 'Companied by a beat, sometimes a capella Goin' over ya head like a black hole or nebula Taste subjective, but a taste of me? Not regular Build wit'– lyrical vernacular Preachin' to the secular, givin' 'em nothin' short of spectacular Bars that'll tackle ya to show you where I come from Fuck what ya heard wit' sperm dabbin' on ya eardrum I'm ill... Chorus(×4)

‘The Stars (On Chill)’ Hook(x2): Since a youngin', been attracted to money, women an' fast cars {-} Pro'lly find mention of 'em in my last bars Summer night, I be lost in the stars Laid back, on chill, just lookin' because Verse 1: In a mood, instrumentals blarin', brainstormin' I feel it in the air, comin' on, storm-warnin' I be dreamin' - of e'rything I want an' don't have An' how it seems sometimes this shit– right in my grasp Thinkin' back on years past, come far as a artist Nigga 33 now, still ain't hittin' my targets Despite that, won't quit, just– focus on the get-back Ignorin' hunger pangs an' all that comes wit' that Disgruntled from them setbacks, still won't let my stride halt Keep it movin' forward {-} 'til the day I ride off Or– pull up on you fools in a Bugatti Veyron Roll down the window, chunk the deuce, then head on All about gettin' a chance to shit on– anybody That's ever shitted on me, put that envy in they body Walkin' in the light of God, turn– blessings into power Anybody hatin'? E'rything you touch'll sour Hook(x2) Verse 2: Once had a love, {-} I would've gave the world to But she let a nigga go, turned my whole world blue That was– a year ago, an' I'm still tryna heal I'm the one who fucked up, yo, let me keep it real Should've noticed the signs of– depression an' disinterest Stuck a pin it, mo'– board/bored than Pinterest Who could blame her? I'm a bum, not a penny to my name Just– audacity, ambitious goals an' game Ironic– wantin' fame, all the while scared to be social Never walk it like I talk it, but ain't scared to be boastful Never scared to be vocal, it's– mainly why I rap Not a hustler or a grinder, but I'm sick of table scraps So I aim to do better, speak life into greatness Show 'er I can be a man, to wayside wit' my hatred But the– reality I'm faced wit' is showin' me She is never comin' back; futility done totaled me, c'mon Hook(x2) Verse 3: Listen close, hear my heartbeat thumpin' in time Wit' the bassline an' snare, script a lump from my mind Pure gold, that's all I got, am an' can be Ingenuity, precision, my genius comes fluidly Fluently– speak manifestation, goals feel like fellation Big nuts bound to bust, rock-solid, never deflation Empire Under Construction, –a fruitful foundation For the inbound an' patient, youthful sound-sation Crucial salvation, {-} delivered in the nick of time Penny for ya' thoughts, two dimes an' nickel rhyme My work means so much, sometimes you slip my mind Don't mean you ain't important, just mean that I slipped behind You my life an' my love, do anything to prove it all Do it gargantuan, others do it small {-} I'm good for it if you need one true to call Tell the haters I'ma see 'em in Hell/inhale, no Albuterol Hook(x4)

‘Still Dreamin': The Sequel’ Hook(×2): Still wanna ride, just slide all slow Through my city, hella stuntin', bass kickin': let it blow I– feen for the gold an' the glamour, hear it screamin' Wake up to reality: sad I'm still dreamin' Verse 1: {–} Ya' now tuned –into my Bluff City poetry Purple haze of pleasure, same– high level of potency NFE is in it, on it, workin' like I'm 'posed to be Hopefully I make it pop off globally from locally Took a oath, no office; –did it on the coldest beats Found me a niche, –lampin' in it, cozily Felt there was no hope for me, things failed socially Now I'm at they neck, terror threat; can't help but notice me Like I'm on a watchlist, peepin' 'cause I pop shit Creep like Special Op shit, they pray that I botch this +Superficial+ figures, –always tryna +scotch+ plans Solid ground this time, nirvana where the watch lands Heeeey– ain't nada gon' stop my work Claimin' e'rything I want, 'bout mine like a merc Success will be so, see it on the horiz' Just gotta stop dreamin', c'mon open ya' eyes Hook(×2) Verse 2: {–} Crave the love, but I'm workin' towards power Toilin' after-hours, {-} pressure applied 'til they sour Moods all dour {-} for them hothouse flowers 'Cause I go against the grain 'til it's all wheat flour That's how you make the dough, now– watch for the leavenin' My growth here? Deafenin'; I just keep developin' Mind's like a settlement, but I– move like a vagrant Ooze out the blatant, offensive an' flagrant Love to walk around like my shit is sweet an' fragrant Confidence a fragrance, Legend in the Making It's all for the takin', never in to fuck around Seatbelt's how I buckle down, a pool full of luck to drown– In; resuscitate once I– hit achievements Kill the game, leave contemporaries in bereavement {–} 'Cause I ain't here to appease them I leave them wit' the hate of which they perceive him Hook(×4)

‘Attack Choppers II’ Hook(x1): Fuck a leer jet, gimme attack choppers To break these sucker niggaz off that ain't rappin' proper Verse 1: 33, still no baby or- nuptials Workin' even harder now to straight-up be untouchable Grew up in these gritty streets, Memphis streets, Henny streets Poured out for the niggaz that got caught up by they enemies I be NFE, an' endangered's my identity Last of a dyin' breed, mo' pride than a lion's seed Society's denyin' me acclaim that I will die to have Y'all don't try to grasp truth, proof like it's inside a flask {-} I'm just dyin' to ask... do you check facts? Or do you chase checks? Can I respect that? Life moves at breakneck speed, my legs tortoise shells Calf muscles heavy, knockin' trains off rails Underground like truffles, spread spores of food for thought Truculent an' virtuous wit'– verses that are succulent Songs that'll suck you in, talent of a hundred men Unrelentin' when I'm ventin' wit' gale force winds Opportunity still lookin' fly, hands are Venus Traps Take risks when in grasp, peep my ‘Mt. Olympus’ rap {-} Six years ago, I showed my ass But I– still be the freshest like mornin' dew on the grass Hook(×1)

‘#NOTICE (‘Otis’ FreetheStyleMIX)’ Quite versatile, but narrowed down the rhyme style Laser-focused on them lines that'll make ya' mind smile Hard-hittin', send shivers, a chill that make ya' spine growl {-} I always keep it movin' like a time trial No question, on my letters like a CAPTCHA Waitin' for that moment I can capture Caught up in them raptures, happy tears an' laughter Buildin' up resolve for the pain that come after 'Cause after? –Has never ever been a happily, gradually Skeletons, they be comin' after me, grabbin' me Distal phalanges be sharp, heavy slashin' me A sordid past an' I'm bound to be a casualty Ever since my nascency, it's been hell On this celestial sphere, just a vessel in fear Tribulations got my soul in a state of atrophy Can't grasp the gravitas? Then ya' dome's a cavity {-} Middle finger to ya' life, crush the chastity belt It's on once I brainstorm, PRIZZY rampantly pelts Polar caps in my kitchen, niggaz rapidly melt I want the whole world, baby, not just nationally felt Comin'— for all mine, my due ain't just due time Debut for the foolish minds, achin' for dude's decline Aim for the moon then shine, hit the backdrop wit' a solar flare My enemies didn't come to stay, but I'ma hold 'em there Don't give a fuck where you happen to rate me It is— duly noted if you happen to hate me Half-asses wanna bound me up an' duct tape me Walkin' nine milli Jericho wit' the broken safety {-} Bein' beast just all in my nature It's a lie if I ever said it ain't for the paper Work hard an' excel, press on through it all Took some L's, but them lessons are– all I recall {–} Now I'm puttin' 'em all– on notice Set up– an' meet quotas, killin' wit' many motives Years passed, now older wit' wisdom of ten Yodas Many that pen bogus, claimin' they pen coldest Niggaz real bold nowadays, lean on 'em like italicized Ain't livin' up, don't give 'em alibis Fuck writin' a rap, gimme my apple pie {-} Quarter pounder wit' cheese, plus a sack of fries {-} Sadsack of lies, niggaz that back you are blind Back to the back of the line, gimme ya' stacks an' ya' shine Back to them nicks an' them dimes– you was pushin' on the corner Six seconds away from a goner Loner, all on a course to live lavish That allure, make me come out in force– to establish An empire; see me gettin' close? Feel brackish Fools get exposed, turn bitter like horseradish

‘#BONUS: #NFEShit: The Next Chapter’ Verse: Niggaz thought I was done, shit's just commencin' From the +TIP+, tryna +FOIL+ like a match of fencin' Refusal to change an' they mad offended Raw offensive, escaped where they had me fenced-in {-} Said I would quit, but I wasn't pretendin' Gave it a once over, said this ain't how it's endin' Just gotta move back, –rework what I intended Stick to my guns, no Second Amendment {-} Foodforthought, full-line like vendin' All heart an' soul, NFE's ascendin' Say it wit' my chest, no regrets or takebacks {-} Street-smart flow/Flo, but– no Vic Tayback Hooks like junkyard cranes E'ry track puttin' niggaz in a scrap heap Sauce like mesquite, on a Havoc rap beat Niggaz lack/lac like teats, but I'm back like Backstreet Preach on the beat 'til they speak in tongues Fools gettin' broiled from the heat I brung No need to reach, go deep to build Say it's all on YOU/EWE like sheep in a field Or all on YOU like we finna +CRANK THAT+ {-} Take it on the road, I'ma Winnebague [Winnebago] that Hear 'em when he flow, not a really vague cat Moreso in ya' face, like– where the stage at {-} Hit 'em all in they neck an' wave cap Ain't ever gotta surf when you where the wave at Yeah, –I been live, need a studio audience Fools won't survive, once dude bring the slaughter in Foolin' 'em all again, like the court jester {-} Armstrong or Triboulet, strong an' he don't play Stay armed wit' them bars, on Mars where he gon' stay Peep where the chips fall, all salt like Frito-lay {-} I'm just lettin' this shit build No other way to put it, 'cept to tell you this shit's real Slow an' steady does it, lettin' my heart heal My ex fucked me over after seein' my heart spilled Know how much I love her, now she a cold bitch I keep pressin' on, though I'm feelin' my soul split Same ol' song, an' you flowin' the whole shit Karma's a muhfucka whenever the roles switch But– hop to it, chop-chop, carry on Head high, keep calm, good vibes? Very strong You can count on me, Semper Fi wit' e'ry song {-} Take it all back if I see I was ever wrong Toss it in my stew, seasonin' when the soup's on No more holdin' back an' hittin' y'all wit' a soupçon Back in, back to work, throwin' my suit on {-} I'm Sandman at Apollo, you get the boot -- gone

‘#BONUS: Understood’ Hook(×2): Not the realest shit I ever wrote, I'm forever real Comin' straight– from the heart, e'rytime I pen, I kill {-} Tell me how you feel: should I go in? Should I chill? I just want it understood, gon' tell me what's the deal Verse 1: Dedicate this to them folk I lost, ain't talkin' 'bout the dead –Talkin' 'bout them fools who be talkin' out they head Been sleepin', let 'em rest; I got lodgin', be my guest When they finally wake on up, I will bring it to they chest ~Em~blazoned like a crest or coat of arms, just a lyrical— Garrote; total harm, crush ya' throat wit' folded arms Like— Kotal Khan wit' that macuahuitl, e'ry chop'll bleed you {-} Or them sickles, just a sicko; cannot stop the evil I'm the +main man+ like I work on water distribution Almost went through dissolution, heart full of disillusion An'– that be on the real, –loss of faith I gotta face While erasin' negativity that's fillin' up my space Hook(×2) Verse 2: Life's precious, an' I'm wastin' it; success? Ain't tastin' it Broke but still dope, though sometimes I feel like fakin' it Night after night, dreams of makin' it, breakin' in On my shit, an' livin' stankin' rich; it'd be great to win {-} Sometimes I feel like dyin', or foldin' up an' cryin' Tears wait behind a wall, keep my head up like a lion My cardiac is shrivelin', –soul's evaporatin' Better yet, evaporated: –steel carapace of hatred {-} Always struggle to break the platin' an' get to the joy End up flayed to the gristle tryna get to the boy Playin' it coy, –only make me annoyed On knees, pray to the Lord just to break out this void Hook(×4)