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The Lost Tapez

by Fineprint Misread aka SAVAAR

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"#NevaLovedYall (94 Bars)" Bang hard, rearrangin' ya face in the schism You play God, straight disgracin' the faith of a Christian I spray bars, ejected wit' the best aim an' precision Cut the facade, this ain't a choice, I'm makin' you listen These weak rappers, I grip 'em tight in my fist an' rip 'em Dismember Hipsters an' pacifists, get a tub full of acid an' dip 'em Rap wit' the fuckin' passion of Jesus of Nazareth Resurrectin' the game like Lazarus 4,5,6; monkey see, monkey do Wit' a flick of the wrist; lucky me, no lucky you We don't need a rap group, just a entourage Thugs in sheep's clothes, very docile camoflauge An' nah, there's no resolve, just blood fillin' ya jaws Hydrochloric to ya eyes, watch ya pupils dissolve Just 'cause the game's gone Tampon I don't stop, I provide the spillage of blood Fillin' the club wit' lit wicks an' slugs, a village of thugs Slit you an' ya bitch throat on Telegraph Ave. Weak-minded... stay out the telepath's path 'Cause I'll mindfuck you... bringin' Hell to that ass Let the .9 fuck you, dump shells in that ass Now nigga that's chuuch, ring the bells for mass I normally don't judge, but you niggaz real puss An' you smellin' quite tart, you need a real douche Imperfect ring of fire, burnin' you in seven ellipticals Summon the kraken, I smack him then sever each of his tentacles Rap's pitiful, bunch of passive-aggressive treehuggers That be rockin' hip-huggers (Fuckin' faggots) Fruitcakes wearin' mini-skirts an' Daisy Dukes Drivin' Hybrids wit' paisley seats in the coupe Niggaz won't bust one, but ya sound like grapes An' I don't want ya on my tapes, sound like Drake This shit ain't even sweet, sound like cake Steady claimin' you real but sound like fakes 99% of the game is taste A&R's only hear an' see pop culture Stop vultures, we smell bullshit Touched it, felt nothin', substance non-existent I give 'em a year 'fore they all passout Then these patty cake rappers gon' be assed-out Boxcutter to his throat, blood splash out Cut him up nice... then we dash out Run the jewels, gotta bring the cash out It's like a four-alarm blaze when we mash out The god you worship is a homo Church for sissies, he fuckin' French designers on the low-low Silence ya bars, what you say don't please me Nothin' but hardcore, I ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy It's in my blood, to get it you gotta fuckin' bleed me Sacrifice the weak, that's how you appease me I go wherever the Lord leads me Harsh road, He never said it would be easy I didn't come in this game to rub shoulders, only throw bows We come to blows, you left wit' a broken nose They only cool kids on the internet An' I ain't even into that, give 'em the vinaigrette That's the sauce... now send 'em on the Via Dolorosa They're self-righteous This is sacrilege, committed wit' vigor I spit on ya rank, scoff at ya status I'm blasphemous, call me The I'Khanoklast I -- told you niggaz that no icon can last Got false i-dols, cryin' out their eyeballs Shittin' on newcomers, fuck ya come-up You niggaz done, this a murdergram Stab you wit' a javelin while you're doin' the Shmurda dance Look, ya'll know what's up Nothing's gonna stop me now like Balki Bartokomous Don't touch the star, bitch I'm like Chanticleer Rollin' wit' some niggaz that's known to keep the hammer near Workin' on my lines, keep 'em shaped like I'm usin' Andis Stupid muhfuckaz can't stand this You niggaz basic... how else can I say this? I've carved my niche, let's see you try an' replace it Back against the wall, make a mural, do it in plural Wanna deface it? Show you how my angst get Piss ya pride in a shot glass, now nigga taste it That's liquid courage for a nigga discouraged Paid the cost, purchased; I will flourish Skills like a child, nurtured, completely nourished Underground but I will surface, wit' sicker verses Body crews, now I'm whippin' hearses, Fred Durst shit I keep rollin', rearrange ya frame of mind; where the fuck you at? I've been a beast since I first heard "Tical" Never ask me to tone it down Long as I'm in it, this is how it's gonna sound I'm open now, focused like a archer Green Arrow, trick arrow, haymaker, no boxer Reverse Flash wit' the Tachyon device Gatdammit, son is nice; vocals crackin', open mics Just for the record, my girl the bomb like Plastique Known as a asshole, lips to the ass cheeks You laughin', but you're the one I'm dyin' to harm I got it locked, you make a song an' trip the silent arm
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"Ace in the Hole" You ain't sayin' nothin' slick to a can of oil, ya man is foil Quickly folded him up, so pick another plan to foil Seein' clearer than the rest of y'all, wreckin' ball Smash thru, big dog stompin have them niggaz half-steppin' off I'm comin' for hearts; always sayin' somethin' wrong wit' me Pussy nigga somethin' wrong wit' you What the fuck is goin' on wit' you? Idk, guess I'm in a zone that's too far gone for you A down to earth asshole, butt-naked droppin' deuces on a fault line Bound to shake shit up I'm on vacay, dude, I didn't give up Set a precedent for myself, to that I live up G-o-v-t controls how we eat an' how we speak A different disease every day of the week An' I don't mean to come off as Conscious But I'ma snap if I don't get this shit off my conscience Let's go.. See, I'm just another ace in the hole I call a spade a spade, let's get paid, have diamonds that glow Steady wearin' my heart on my sleeve Laugh at jokers hittin' the club lookin' like queens but wanna be kings I just hit 'em wit' a full deck Niggaz never play the cards right, bars be Cartwright 'Cause every flow's a bonanza Ain't no sugar in my tank, just the Fuhrer in a Panzer To all the weakness in the game, I'm the answer You a joke, life's callin' you like JoJo Dancer Royal flush like Kate abortin' a fetus after a laxative Heh... can I live?
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Iceberg Cold 01:54
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"Abc-Defghi-Jkl-Mnopqr-Stuvwxyz (2012 Meets 2016)" 06.02.2012/-|03.24.2016 2:15AM To 2:57AM Hook(x2): Abc-Defghi-Jkl-Mnopqr-Stuvwxyz My raps just be hecklin' all of you NEW-vices I mean, novices; unlyrical nuisances Goin' over heads, they can't discern how rude this is Verse 1: I'll claim to be the best soon as the shoe fits For now I'll just rest on my laurels while you bitch Two cents, money for nothin; funny discussion Apparently my knowledge is depressin(de-pressin) your buttons Sad fact; you sadsacks like emo kids in bodybags Cause you rock an Obey hat doesn't mean you embody swagg I guess I'm juz a mix of Vinnie Paz on sedatives wit' Rakim in the mixture Bars rough as asphalt, malicious verbal as-sault Face-off like I attacked you while high on bath salts Kill the bad talk; utilize verbal abstinence I mean it, don't say shit like silent flatulence Hook(x2): Abc-Defghi-Jkl-Mnopqr-Stuvwxyz My raps just be hecklin' all of you NEW-vices I mean, novices; unlyrical nuisances Goin' over heads, they can't discern how rude this is Verse 2: Abc-Defghi-Jkl-Mnopqr-Stuvwxyz Zyxwvuts-Rqponm-Lkj-Ihgfed-Cba I just said it backwards, that's a spell for goodbye I banish you crones from this zone, so ta-ta You fuck wit' the king, you get the infantry that's full of paladins Known to smash for that offense An' if the paladins don't work, bring out the ogres an' the warlocks Animal House yellin' "TOGA!" as the war starts Runnin' wild like a pack of jackals an' hyenas You know the style; suggest you bag back up off my penis Profile that - like Morgan, Prentiss an' Reid I'm vile, killin' niggaz; explore my interest to bleed This whole rap game dry, bathe in it, call me Sir Bathory It's Sage Obsidi-Wan I'll rage on anyone, an' raze a million Go an' hit the stage, blaze the pavilion
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"Gracious Home (POWER MIX)" Verse: Always up early, meditatin', clearin' my mind Disappearin' sometimes so I can engineer lines Get - shit off my chest then reappear wit' the rhymes No 15 minutes for me, I steer clear of the lime Light... that type of work I do, no breakin' of sweat See gratitude will come later, they ain't thankin' me yet Put my heart an' soul into it, no embracin' a check Lack of major label chains, I ain't breakin' my neck I'm in the field, goin' hard like a Rugby team, fuck you mean Practice hard so they can't - fuck wit' me, fuck ya team I'm a GIANT, gridiron gang, known to crush a beat So into it, jog on quicksand in my fuckin' cleats A stranger, far away from home Gravel road, rollin' stone, comfy near a microphone If I leave my zone, it's to get to the guap Ain't gotta get me back to Tennessee, just get me to the top Hook(x2): Build a house anywhere, but a house is not a home If - you ain't comfortable, an' you in it all alone Yeah, home is where you make it, so make mine ya dome Cross the threshold of ya ears just to - get me home |************| Verse: Rain drops keep fallin' on my head But I heard it never rains in So Cal, may be time for movin' out 27, it's pressure to get the fuck on wit' life Buckle down for a degree an' get the fuck off the mic Wait a minute, hold ya horses 'fore you draw an' quarter me This my life, there's no direction in which you can order me Hate when people complain 'bout what I'm doin', like they Financially supportin' me, give 'em +Two Words+ like Ye That's, fuck 'em... they don't want no part of me How could you not take credit? It's yo' bullshit that started me That's when I start to go berserk, then I flip retardedly An' I craft a masterpiece straight from the tattered heart of me Straight out the - bucket of crabs into a snare full of sinners They get you - caught up in vices 'cause they so scared of winners I got the - weight of the jungle on my shoulders, so I'm Movin' slower than usual in my race against time It's - more than a rhyme, win for my team wit' a mean dunk One wit' the grind down to the gears like Steampunk All for one, 'til one hit it like lottery An' erase the racists judgin' our skin like dermatology Hook(x1): Oh Lord, yes Lord, goodness gracious Goodness graced us, race for them papers Ever since free lunch an' fee waivers Been on it to sew more oats than Quakers Oh Lord, yes Lord, goodness gracious Goodness graced us, race for them papers Fuck the pigs who would rather shoot than taze us We don't die, we multiply; struggles made us
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"Martin Luther '16 (32 Bars)" I speak artistry, so I don't never use a pen Pencil or paint brush; verbally sketch what you can't touch The artisan who's far from bi-partisan Moldin' these rap niggaz, they runnin' like it's - for alderman Prolific slaughter man, my bars sharp an' choppin' ribs Sleepin' on 'em? Nah, was in a coma like Robin Gibbs Niggaz hearin' this an' don't know what the topic is Poppin' pills, screamin' "Yolo!" then start to jizz When they see pics of The Weeknd an' Drake I speak an' debate, but I see only the geeks can equate The weak'll just hate 'cause I don't see Weezy as great An' that's 'cause - I don't dick ride all his CDs an' tapes If any nigga think they touchin' me, I wash the germs off an' bad perm off They tried to burn me, but I rose from the dead an' knock the worms off Knocked the term off of conscious, then brought it back Now it's all in black, makin' niggaz alter tracks Send 'em off the map like bad directions For bringin' me static like bad connections Peep the flow my man, it's mad perfection I'm pissed off an' goin' hard; diuretic mad erection On the real, never got what they love you for Last time you kicked it, you fucked around an' stubbed ya toe You drugged ya flow, it's the only way you'll ever be crack An' gettin' naked like DeAngelo's the only way they'll ever be back Only way you'll ever be fact is gettin' notarized, not recognized The poet's watchin' wit' naked eyes You bought to get fucked, an' I don't have that rub 'Cause y'all all pussy -- Bad Girls Club Hoes rollin' on pills like they slipped on a aspirin bottle An' gettin' fucked like geishas 'til they gastric's hollow This shit you have to swallow, think about your future I threw a shot, get it in ya head like Martin Luther
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Wise Up! 02:54
"Wise Up" Wise up, bitch; I'm a tragedy to miss Comin' full circle, full surface like Cassidy an' Swiss Most interesting, no Dos Aqui Confidence shows, but hoes'll say that I'm cocky When I get rich, she'll be askin for those car keys But I juz a friend tho; Biz Markie My former 1st lady, like Mrs. Rodham an' Laura Dis me an' you'll burn like Sodom an' Gomorrah Comatose from my aura; overdose on a ple - thora Lit like a menorah; a - legend, no Korrah You know I got the bars like penile Writin' 16 ain't enough, bruh listen to 3Thou It's simple enough for a dunce to catch it If you're a - good dog, takes once to fetch it Shit you - talkin 'bout, ain't nobody talkin 'bout You juz live to state the obvious of what was figured out You a baggy full of stems, I'm loud filled to the brim Blowin potent in ya face, you bitch-made like a shim Nigga, look at him, on tracks wit' Graphic Grim Flow is more East Coast than Wallees an' Timbs One ill muthafucka, fight fire with lava Here to make sure you never come back -- Jimmy Hoffa Put a lil' iron in you, make your ass a guava You in the way of my jewels glowin' like the eyes of a Jawa Just - warmin up... I'm - goin' long Spit - enhancers, dope you niggaz like Armstrong Return of Society's Angry Voice Millions'll never hold me back from bringin' the noise #TGL, M.o.R, don't make me bring in my boys 'Cause them niggaz be them niggaz that'll bring in the toys An' my niggaz still my niggaz, efil4zaggin, refill the Magnum Reveal the dragon, if they don't be chill, then frag 'em Like Lobo; gritty like Lo-Fi, rockin' like Ruby Soho Posted like a logo Trademarked, copywrote; the audio is stocks of dope Bitches see I'm on my shit an' wanna politic like inaugural Years ago, havin' their attention was impossible Either I'm sexy now or the flow got 'em soaked, unstoppable Drenched, splash waterfalls; fat cats, poppable Va - gina re - citin' monologues Freak show, no carnival I bet the broad is feelin' like Madonna tho Papa don't preach, what it feels like for a girl? Sumpin' like a virgin in this small ass world Ha - kuna matata, c'est la vie, che sara I bring it to 'em proper on the beat an' break a jaw Spittin' loads of awesome bars, invigorated, fully charged Had to throw 'em back an' reincarnate SAVAAR
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"#IAin'tDoneYet (Up Next)" Not about to sit an' argue wit' no nigga who ain't gettin' it Workin' hard, but ain't makin' shit; guess you like slave laborin' Fuck ya... fables, man; no haterin'-- just hittin' you where it hurt, nigga Expose'-- liftin' up ya skirt, nigga Snake nigga, pussy nigga-- man this kid's a hybrid Fear no man, only fear God like I'm lookin' thru Weezy's eyelids You can try again wit' that bullshit; backslidin' in the pulpit I'm gifted... unlimited... don't make me dump a +Full Clip+ You lack the swag, you lack the steez An' most of all? You lack the cheese We already know you a joke, nigga Stop fakin' like you ain't broke, nigga Money on ya head like a "Hostel" film; hitman for hire, do it on a whim Snuff out ya flame 'cause it's already dim; lookin' for the best-- bitch, I'm already him Niggaz out here be grindin' hard... so tread soft; think smart or they'll blow yo head off Like rigormortis ain't set in-- y'all niggaz dead soft No fuckz given even tho I'm talkin' bad about you Nigga this a homicide, I'll stop ya heart like I'm mad about you C'mon... Hook(x1): Ooooh, an' I ain't done yet From sun up to sunset You shook an' I ain't made one threat No competition, only conquest Ooooh, I ain't done yet From sun up to sunset I lays it down, so they upset Live an' direct, boy I'm up next C'mon... Verse 2: Fuck wit' it; ain't no changin' shit, you stuck wit' it You want some, then come get it; I got bars, bitch-- fuck wit' it Nigga it's #TGL, that's still the same; when I dumb it down, I still bang Bruh... ain't shit change-- see yo future in my shit stains I kick game, you need a goalie; you muthafuckaz don't know me You gon' make me bring the beast out, it's already out-- take cover Told y'all-- I kill shit; give pussy niggaz the business Once again, I'm gifted-- an' I do not need a witness I don't like y'all like stud broads; no lights on, nigga fuck off No holds barred, my gloves off; raw dick-- I got the glove off No pause, an' I'm feelin' me like I'm siamese; I don't know why y'all keep tryin' me It's best if you just side wit' me, ride wit' me 'Cause I'm on it, got all the right components They say I got the total package, they fuckin' right-- man, I own it I'm on the edge, you don't want it; I swear you niggaz don't want it Gon' show a nigga his opponent, I will break 'em down wit' adjectives an' pronouns Ya whole sound, straight garbage; you're offbeat an' retarded An' I'm just bein' honest, only time you sick is when you vomit An' yeah, this how I do it; it's more to me than just music Told you I'm the truest, this right here proves it Hook(x1) Outro: Bruh... I kick game, you need a goalie; you muthafuckaz don't know me You gon' make me bring the beast out, it's already out-- take cover Told y'all-- I kill shit; give pussy niggaz the business Once again, I'm gifted-- an' I do not need a witness I don't like y'all like stud broads; no lights on, nigga fuck off No holds barred, my gloves off; raw dick-- I got the glove off No pause, an' I'm feelin' me like I'm siamese; I don't know why y'all keep tryin' me It's best if you just side wit' me, ride wit' me
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Just a compilation of previously released and unreleased tracks. Best of the best from Fineprint Misread's catalog. Tracks spanning from 2012 to now. #ENJOY and #VIBE.

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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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