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#NevaLovedYall (94 Bars)
04:26
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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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#NiggaIzuCrazy (40 Bars)
02:41
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#SoMuchYes
02:04
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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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Another Case of Illmatic
03:02
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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
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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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12. |
Can't Let Y'all Down
04:10
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13. |
New Day For Fineprint
02:57
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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
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"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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#IAintDoneYet (Up Next)
03:58
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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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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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