Fineprint Misread Memphis, Tennessee

Born January 11, 1988 in Memphis, TN; Eddie White (Known as Fineprint Misread) always wanted to be entertainer. Whether it was 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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Track Name: LunchTime (Crunch Time) [Prod. by KxNG-PRxNT}
"LunchTime (Crunch Time)"

Verse 1:
I might stumble, but I never fall
I keep climbin', risin' 'cause I want this shit forever y'all
Right now it's time for a round of applause
Many talkin' out they neck tryna round up my flaws
I'm on the ground, level-headed, down-to-earth
Steadfast, the fuckin' GOAT, an astoundin' birth
I'm in my zone, an' thou will wish they never found my turf
I'm a GIANT, straight out the hills, comin' down to search
Feelin' like - Spitta Andretti, cookin' Audio Dope
I whip it, bag it an' push it to my audience, yo
I ain't got time for that gaudiness though
Only time to drop gems for the audient droves
Hit 'em wit' a sound that's ambient, drawn in like their adient
Keep 'em up, this is NoDoze, not Ambien
Revenge is best served cold; come get ya galantine
Sick off my moves? You gon' need some Dramamine

I'm finna roll up on these niggaz 'cause it's lunchtime
(Lunchtime, lunchtime, lunchtime, lunchtime...)
They don't see the light, nigga, but it's crunch time
(Crunch time, crunch time, crunch time, crunch time...)

Verse 2:
See I grind by my lonely, pay discouragement no mind
Workin' like +The Little Red Hen+, awaitin' time
Where my bread will leaven, so I can break it wit' all
Who never switched sides on me or prayed for me to fall
Yet an' still, I pray for all to have a feast tomorrow
But ya gotta put in work today through all the sorrow
Remain thorough -- never let 'em see ya' sweat
Gotta - stay hungry even once you see a check
Jigga said: Even a garbage can gets a steak
So pick ya'self up out that trash heap, an' just stake
Claim to that future you hope for; keep the faith
Even if it's just a mustard seed; you must succeed
Comin' +back+ wit' +pain+ for the haters, like +lumbago+
An' keep goin' in, even for pesos
But watch for those who tunnel like teredos; they have no purpose
Except to 'cause damage beneath the surface