"Birth of a Champion: The "Reactive Adaptation EP" Intro" Refrain(x1): Did you realize That you were a champion in their eyes? Hook(x1): Now I do I'm a warrior reborn, never doubt that truth It's been a long time comin', headed out that pool They all must be morons tryna doubt that dude That's - true true, I'm 'bout this, dude Now sit back, relax an' peep how I do Oooh... Refrain(x1) Verse 1: Was '04, when e'rything changed for me I found perspective comin' back in range for me An' though I ruined the chance to make a name for me It was my friend who refused to say the same for me See Ronald stayed on me, pushed me to keep writin' An' that beef wit' Jody Jo pushed me to keep fightin' No access to the stu, why do he keep writin'? Embarrassed an' ridiculed, fuck is he writin'? Fuck is he hypin'? We don't give a damn Plus them rappers he fuck wit' are all better than Him, but he's convinced he's the better man 12 years later, young'uns callin' him a veteran An', he ain't never been signed But that ain't never stop him, forever been fine/Fine Refrain(x1) Hook(x1) Refrain(x1) Verse 2: Yep, an' I'll stay that way Ain't a corner I'm backed in; I'll make that way Sa-da-tay, forever rejuvenated The goal is so near; soon dude'll make it Look, mama always said there'll be days like this So I look in the mirror, get a grip on my non-likeness Talent so scarce, you see ain't none like this Recognize the god inside, none like Print Plenty fish in this sea, but I'm Leviathan Bullshit you givin' to me? Takes me higher than Quality strains of - Cannibis sativa Watch me make those wit' animus, believers An' the path to the top, just one way So credit's given to the consequence/Consequence, I'm not Kanye Bridge(x1): This is the story of a champion Runners on their mark and they pop their guns Stand up stand up here he comes Tell me what it takes to be number one Tell me what it takes to be number one This is the story of a champion Runners on their mark and they pop their guns Stand up stand up here he comes Tell me what it takes to be number one Tell me what it takes to be number one Refrain(x1)

"#SoMuchYes" Shoutout to my biggest fan, that's lovin' all of my raps Bumpin' all of my tracks while rubbin' all on her ass I adore you, an' it's really good to know I never bore you I do this shit for recognition an' to build a pension Inbox lookin' like I side wit' Ashley Madison Hope my girl can handle all this groupie love That I'm gettin'; I swear it makes me feel better If I'm in the wrong, prepare me a big scarlet letter I don't wanna wake up to a Dear John Despite all of my lust, I still feel she's the one See, never seen a nigga love my momma right She only been wit' my pops an' that nigga never done her right Never ventured out to try an' find another man Hopin' that this deadbeat fuck would come back An' - I'm sorry for the shit that I say I can't be neutral, hard to find a area that's gray Growin' up, my damn fam thought I would become gay All bad, a nigga still resent that Don't know what the fuck made 'em think I'd pack fudge That was years ago, but I still hold a grudge Not alternative, only eccentric Hope you all see - how talented an' gifted Ya cuzzo an' nephew's become, I refuse to run Just launch "F you's" off my tongue This - for the ones I know never believed Thinkin' I'm out of tricks, I left a couple up sleeve Hook(x1): See every time I rhyme, it's so much yes My life's been givin' so much stress Only 27, but feelin' like 85 R.I.P. to my sis who died in '85 Every time I rhyme, it's so much yes My life's been givin' so much stress Holdin' on to hope, acceptin' nothin' less Goin' for the gusto 'til I'm laid to rest ____________ "Another Case of Illmatic" This is real right now, Fineprint bangin' on ya eardrums A nigga wit' a Kweli-type flow, better listen To the fearsome, dopest, Ninja... Gaiden on the mic The best stories never told Remain mythical; that individual Who's been creative since he was sittin' on his grandpops knee A beast on the drums like a ogre logo on some Pro-Marks So open up curtains, let the show start On ya mark, get ready, set, go I fucks witcha minds all the time Psychological nympho, they thought I fell off Got washed-up, 'til I popped up Talked much shit 'til I dropped my mixtape, rocked their knots up Said I wasn't all I'm cracked up to be In reality, they gotta alotta laps to catch up to me While I'm tryin' to get these racks up, B Spit flows that's clutch, a nigga so gnarly Ride the wave 'til ya wipe out, I'll rock it wit' my pipe out Better pipe down, I'm in my zone Be that nigga droppin' bars that crush bones Crones, jabronis, lames that be hatin' Hype me up, but behind doors pray I won't make it So I say a prayer for you, couple Hail Mary's Ask God to touch ya hearts, you know not what you do It's the best I can do, be the bigger man G.I.A.N.T. that I am, walk over piss-ants in this wicked land Look, you're putty in my hand I can mold you for a couple grand Dumb muthafuckaz think my flows all big words an' braggadocio An' talkin' like they know so Or can do better, but on beat they're a swagger no-show I still got the glow like Bruce Leroy Sho nuff you know I'm the baddest, status in tact My tactic's to go ballistic on y'all asses I pour wine glasses of asskick Elegant beatdowns, Tuxedo Mask steez Retaliate like a gentleman An' push it forward for you simpletons Get it poppin' like Ritalin addicts Game, set, match like Buried Alive; get in the casket See, all I really need Is a broad wit' a bomb-bomb physique that's brick house like ki's One who knows I'm that nigga Punany like Mallory, her sex game is Natural Born Killer, Killer, Killer, Killer

"Iceberg Cold" It's like 4 an' to the 5 an' to the 6 an' to the 7 I 8 (ate) all these other prodigies to become the 9th wonder of the rap game Reppin' Ten-A-Key Ten toes down, loaded like a MAC 11 Top dollar, Southern nigga, status blue-collar But thinkin' like he white-collar; my key is low like an Impala Feral like a pitt wit' no collar Nah, I ain't ballin', but bitch come holla The first rule of Fineprint Misread Is never discuss Fineprint Misread Or I get on my shit like assassins, inf'red then you're dead Westwood, don't go downin' my homestead Bitch I ain't talkin' 'bout no murder, unless it's verbal High off my confidence, tryna avoid them herbals I don't really mess wit' it, but fuck it, baby roll I don't twist shit, rather stuff a bowl Flick the lighter, inhale then proceed To lick a nigga down, from my head to the crown Of my dick; drop it like a bank heist I mean what I mean, swallow it down like Slice You better wise up like Janet Weiss That sappy shit ain't never been in my genes, so don't splice Or try to get me twisted wit' these punk muthafuckaz I mean what I mean, don't make me pimp hard Push ya head 'gainst the wall 'til I hear that crackin' sound Heh... I'm just playin', ma; that's not how I get down I ain't never been arrested for nada domestic So please don't set trip An' try to bust my balls, I ain't no punk bitch I keep it iceberg cold, chances slim like that pimp ____________ "Grams & Bars (Original Version)" 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

"#TheHardknockJuggernaut (40 Bars of Fury)" I fell in love wit' the art of rhyme, at the age of nine "My Name Is" was the catalyst for this passion E'rything is predestined, so it ain't a question How it became my fate, the painful route I'd take 8 years of back an' forth, finally made my mind up On some Pac shit, while dealing wit' a school life that's toxic Had to watch it 'cause my love life had even more toxicity Had to learn to even out the misery Wit' the joy, which was a hell of a process My iron will became steel, no Bessemer process Through secular projects, gave honor to God Head of my life; Almighty crushin' my odds The sum of my rhymes, wasn't 'bout fuckin' no broads It was mostly 'bout my anguish, no love from my pops Rapped it - 'cause I can't sang it, kick dust on the opp I was a monster in the womb, that didn't bust out the twat Caesarean birth, melanated king on a Aryan earth Tearin' through jerks, bring 'em a world of terror an' hurt Garner fame while sharin' my work An' air my laundry, 'fore y'all try airin' it worse Came up in the days, when rappers didn't carry a purse Unless, the gender was the one full of estrogen Nowadays, they claim they non-binary Only thing non-binary wit' me is my base of Tenn/10 E'ryday I wake up, this shit's in my face again So I'm throwin' shots, preceded by a pace of ten Playin' my role, in this, Spaghetti Western An' you be - post-trans Bruce Jenner, not Yul Brynner Appetite for destruction, consume a full dinner Scrapin' the plate like Shawn Corey Carter Spaghetti's in digestion, now I consume a full liver Make the tape go beyond gory Horror I - rap a lot, talk less That's how it should be, muhfucka, God bless An' that might - seem blasphemous, on the scene, cancerous A haptic rush, shattered dreams; painful passion like that Nazarene Commence the happening/The Happening, join the gathering As I split/Split, like McAvoy in that Shyamalan flick But still +Unbreakable+ like David Dunn Not Kimmy Schimdt, y'all all fruits, like Titus Andromedon

"#UCantKnockFineprint" Look, I'm makin' longterm goals, scribblin' these flows Make sure my afterimage's permanent for my foes Embedded in their heart, dreaded in their thoughts I will be that nightmare which never can be forgot Far from the Hip-Hop of today, which is a mockery Niggaz mumblin' these rhymes full of gaudery Killin' off my appetite, clear the cockery From the table 'til these labels return to what it oughta be It's customary, I do this often An' make you feel the soul return to Hip-Hop while in the coffin Wit' fired up endorphins, fired up an' morphin' Bound to have ghostwriters heavily mournin' I brainstorm torrential, that's heavily pourin' They malform your mental, steadily borin' An' diggin', plantin' seeds, killin' dopamine Never wrote out of love, only wrote for green Dickheads wit' no ideas, dim bulbs covered by foreskin I'm passin' on what I learned; run the force/Force in 'Fore I flip like Anakin, hardship I'm channelin' Standin' strong forever, no Starship or Mannequin Plenty fish, I'm the Kraken to these capelin Godbody like Zeus wit' thunder cracklin' Go the distance like Heracles, no Capuchin Could ever stop my show, bruh -- I'm not panickin' My nerves are steel, my nerves are ice Frozen Fiji water in my veins; man this nerd is nice See I can top anything that these herbs'll write So you can't knock Fineprint, yeah you heard it right Heh... can't knock Fineprint, you heard it right... ____________ "Carry On" If you're a fan of Fineprint, then this what you've been waitin' for Gon' head an' worship, meet me later on Satan's floor Took forever to drop, certainly worth the wait an' more Gettin' jewels from a GOAT, certainly worth my weight, for sure Mic in my palm, sights on the 'zon That's horizon for all you tykes lookin' dumb Index an' thumb L-shaped, wit' my tongue Blowin' raspberries at you fools, cough a lung An' pass a kidney stone 'cause he dope wit' the shit he on Reppin' that Nueve Cero Uno, not one to throw pity on Natural game like Deck, plus he's witty an' on His shit, time to make the city known An' spread the word 'bout Print, like a virus The Finest One, won't can dis/Candice like the chick who plays Iris On "The Flash", or I'll bring the gust in/Gustin 'Cause all these other niggaz that rap bring it disgustin' Why all these other niggaz that rap be main discussion? 'Cause all these other niggaz that rap the main disruption This ain't my introduction, did that 5 years ago Was +carefree+ wit' third degree burns in high stereo Keep gettin' better, improve wit' time Fermentin' bars in my wine cellar, of whoopass Still room for improvement, in the mood to rhyme All night, on this beat, spit the coolest lines Nah, I ain't the best, but, I'm above the avvy A semi-phenom, meaner, than Mark Cally Oops, I mean Calaway, my mind went - that a way This beat is sayin' don't hurt me no more, like Haddaway Aces an' eights, do it the Luke Gallow way A Dead man's hand when the cards are played, I have to say Shots to the back of the head like James Hickok Should've got the fuck out of Dodge, got ya shit rocked Nah, this ain't no Emo Rap -- this Hip-Hop Pink cookies an' severed ears crushed up in a ziplock Writin' what you won't, tight, in my zone If this ain't what you like, carry on...

"#AMillionandOneThoughtsofaGIANT: Another Fineprint Experience" Verse 1: It's a million and one thoughts on my brain, a lot of speculation Like, if I reach the top, what will guarantee my reign? I've seen artists come an' go, some dumbin' down the flow Just to stretch it out longer; easy come, easy go An', I ain't goin' out like that, superstardom's Not about how big ya' vocab is; so who regards him? I mean, who would barr him? Shit, dude's just awesome; spit Spools, dudes get lost in, put in coffins quick When I dote on my skill, far from hyperbole I'm just adorin' all my progress wit' writin' scrolls You see my writin's GROWED, better yet my writin's GROWN So when I type this, Holmes, I'm in that heightened zone Print's a microphone addict, itchin' from a thought Got me cravin' like Rent Boy in "Trainspotting" Veins throbbin', needin' that amp hooked intravenously This how emcees in my genus be But nowadays, they gettin' bored dealin' wit' him Fallin' off, to never breach the ceilin' again What... Verse 2: A lot of y'all bet not rhyme no more, 'bout Fine no more No subliminals in ya' lines no more I bet not hear a peep 'bout Fine no more Not even a subtweet online no more That's 'til I'm no more, see -- Fine's so raw Nah, I ain't reached the summit, but I'm climbin' that, boy Folks are, so perplexed, "What he steady climbin' for?" I got a toxic life, so I'm climbin' for a cure Dreams to make solid, foundations that need buildin' I'm old school sick like colic, now feed the children Gotcha gettin' stye in ya' optic, in need of shieldin' I done dropped 21 projects, no need of yieldin' Since 2013, I've been a beast over drums Like Vinnie Paul for Pantera, spittin' panthers off my tongue An' that there, is how damage is often done Fallin' harder, no matter how they often come An' yeah they bigger, but they often run 'Cause my moxie an' backbone is bossin', son Print's a Dirty South nigga, still call him Sun Bodyin' the beat, see he caught him one