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Wayfarer in Wanderlust II: Return of The Wayfarer EP

by Fineprint Misread (aka SAVAAR)

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"The Wayfarer's Dreams (Respect II Rakim)" Verse 1: I had a dream, way before I became a teen Wanted to rock the microphone an' get that cream Shady had me all motivated, though I hated the scene Niggaz - was talkin' mafioso an' triple-beams An' that wasn't my life, I was a artist, a poet But e'ry bar they was flowin', I made a mission to quote it My first flow, when I wrote it, was trash as fuck; yeah, I know it But gettin' knocked on my ass, was incentive for growin' So I - just kept it goin', grinded to get my flow better My youth was rough an' tough like leather, word to Raekwon But I kept it together, even wit' anxiety buildin' I aimed higher than hills an' Valleys, 'cause ain't no mountain high enough to keep me from my goal Thank God I got Ron to keep me on my toes Even if a flow was ill, he told me I can go harder That's why every track now gets clobbered Verse 2: From the depths of the sea back to my Memphis block It's Fineprint kickin' that golden Hip-Hop Dreamin' of a Ferrari or Jaguar an' switchin' four lanes Top down, screamin' out "Money ain't a thang!" See this my ode to Rakim an' Hip-Hop in general An' - a fuck you to haters who test my genitals Alone they can't handle me, battlin' in intervals Heh... man, that shit is just pitiful Long-term, not the interim, that shit is most def/Mos Def Creme de la creme wit' my echelon, stay on yo' shelf Still nobody's backin' me, like I'm sittin' in that curule Fuck that voodoo that you do, I spew jewels An' you dudes, still know my motif, I do this My forte is still to rip a new hole inside the ozone Be a nuisance to all these wack two-syllable new kids I raised the bar an' passed it like - jurisprudence My two cents...
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"#Motives (Restless In Hong Kong), Pt. 1" Verse 1: No new friends... only business partners 'Cause gettin' personal should never enter the equation Once feelings get involved, bridges begin to burn Due to open mouths that used to be taciturn Mutiny against the head nigga Insubordinates rebellin' over bread, nigga Spare me the old adage: "If I eat, we all eat." 'Cause next they get greedy, always yellin' "Feed me!" Listen up for a chronicle of The Wayfarer Who got acquainted wit' a shady dude Since I can't sleep, here in Hong Kong, let me weave it Thread it all together, add sidenotes as needed Bust it down in the second verse, if possible But - "To Be Continued" may be more logical So for now, get comfy, tuck yourself in 'Cause next up is when the journey begins Verse 2: Steadfast, stoic, dedicated an' full of vigor Qualities of Wayfarer, not ya average nigga Sometimes mercenary, sometimes hero for hire Double-agent fightin' crime wherever villains spark fire Hot on the trail of the Jade Liger Clan Been chasin' 'em from Chinatown an' across the sands Of - the Sahara, seems I'd - catch 'em never Thru many eras they've been the source of mass terror A gang full of ninja assassins, thieves an' enforcers Affiliated wit' drug pushers, pimps an' whores, bruh They even have meetings wit' ISIS To discuss fearmongerin' an' opium prices I infiltrated, got hip to they movements But tact for my undercover work needed improvement One quickly found me out; the gig was up I was double-crossed, didn't smell the set-up Gave a signal, ten guys hopped out the back of the truck Sprayin' wildly, I could only dash an' duck My side was struck, couldn't dodge every slug flyin' Silly me, caught in a firefight wit' no iron So I played dead 'til I figured they were done Heard the truck crank up, they sped off in the Sun Relieved, but wit' a grudge growin' deep-seated Formulatin' my revenge for the next time they see me To be continued...
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"Another One" Hook(x2): Yes indeed, you will never find another one Niggaz lookin' 'round like "Is this muhfucka done?" You ready world? I'm comin' wit' another one Diamonds an' pearls, I'm bound to drop another one Verse 1: Cheers to the best of 'em, I'm rappin' for the less of 'em Solar plex gut check, suplex, I ain't wrestle 'em GIANT like a nephilim, elbow ya pride Wit' skin thick - like elephant hide; hell on my side My people hatin' me - spittin' at me, labelin' But shit they hated Jesus, ain't no words to say to them So I walk wit' a cold heart, love don't live here Set in my ways, there ain't no bugs in this kid's ear Lately I been feelin' like Hip-Hop ain't it Thought I was - fallin' off, lackluster wit' bars writ Then it dawned on me, I've been growin' an' gettin' lit Gatherin' momentum, now I'm feelin' like big shit Search trenches in the gold mine, you could never find Another muhfucka like Fine, so recline An' put one in the air, let ya eyes get mellow As you vibe to the sounds of a nigga so special Let's go... Hook(x2) Verse 2: Tote a heavy load, deceit trickles down my spine So much so, I think I need a nickel .9 I am still in wanderlust, feelin' wond-a-rous Push come to shove, it's #TGL, come fuck wit' us Niggaz who down me? Throw 'em under bus Run they name thru the muddy fields that I traverse It's - verses from The Wayfarer, far away from home Gravel road, rollin' stone, comfy near a microphone Know to leave my type alone Don't have it all upstairs, but got - nuts like pears I - stand like a man, but react like a animal I've been in this for years; blood, sweat an' tears Goals on top of fears, money on top of bitches Riches on top of love, wealth on top of blood Family ain't really family, relation's a minor part My real fam are those that support my art Facts... Hook(x2)
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"Eyes Wide Open (Wayfarer's Reminder) <Interlude>" I got my eyes wide open an' it's just as I imagined it Here I sit, headphones on, focused on this rappin' shit It's been a lil minute since I truly felt adequate I had to grab my fear by the horns an' fuckin' tackle it Grapple it, Irish Whip into a Spinebuster; fuckin' damage it Show it that I'm more than ave-a-rage Took a long look at who's in the mirror an' chose to battle him Went in on some savage shit, just enough to rattle him He needed a reminder of why he is who he is Why he do what he does, why people give him that love Why he chose to grace that mic, flow those words When hoes throw those curves, he just throw those birds Fanbase ain't the biggest, flow might not be the illest But he do this for the love an' love when people feel it So on some Yeezy shit, this is the soundtrack This the type of music artists make when they 'round that
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"Rap Wit' No Hooks (Respect II Curren$y)" Hook(x2): Grapplin' hooks scalin' the buildin' See I usually - rap wit' no hooks; you know the deal, nigga I want my money stackin', tappin' the ceilin' I'ma do it rappin' wit' no hooks; fuck how you feel, nigga Verse 1: My girl carryin' her own weight financially, she don't need me She just in love wit' this rap nigga An' nah, I ain't weeded, but I fuckz wit' them smokers Tell 'em light up an' say a prayer, put it in the air Fuck if po-nine is there, they can't stop e'ry nigga on the block Even if they rang out a thousand shots 'Cause the - life we live is fuckin' devil-may-care An' occasionally, the devil may cry angel tears Even his - wicked heart knows the price of a innocent life When racist cops squeeze quick, hammers bang, slugs ignite Skyrockets in flight, afternoon wit' no delight Just the blood of one taken too young In hindsight, this shit usually troubles my brain Wonderin' to blame the hood or the parents; fuck am I sayin'? It's gettin' hot an' niggaz gettin' fuckin' insane Best advice? Better duck when they aim Hook(x2) Verse 2: I drop jewels, benevolent sovereign The populace over which I reign, steadily totterin' An' teeterin' 'tween livin' righteous an' indulgin' in sin Supposedly a win, fate imposes upon men Will an' dominance; just a testament Of all who live thru hell for somethin' heaven-sent Firmer - than girders in the framework of skyscrapers Ten toes down, facin' - ragin' flames Still holdin' to faith like infants to the hands of fathers The rest of the world is unbothered No - time for substance of things hoped for Thinkin' God will never open gates an' let hope pour Never - hark the herald, would rather shoot the messenger Becomin' harbingers of death wit' guns unregistered It's irregular to eschew the hood an' it's typecastin' Those left behind, the type laughin' Like you a fool 'cause you aren't a statistic Seein' this all thru a lens that's holistic An' those gifted get bagged on for takin' their talents An' - leavin' the ghetto, but that's a challenge See one must find in self - counterbalance To equal negativity, become aligned wit' planets Focus on your facets an' palates, what presently pays Get ya chakras right-- they're weak in seven ways Hook(x4)
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"Endurance Laps" Verse 1: I'm 28 wit'out a baby or nuptials My wall of writer's block wasn't too tough to bust thru You bitches should all be esteemed I still fuck wit' you Knowin' the fact that I ain't fuckin' you You know the deal -- fuck a leer jet, cop attack choppers Shake hands of the coppers, toss 'em dollars to guard us Watch bad bitches duke it out, crack the pincer on the lobster Dreams of whippin' a blood red Porsche boxster The 718, throw on Pirelli run-flats These pussies in they feelings, think they need that Monistat Now run tell that, I'm still steppin' thru the fog An' creepin' thru the smog, bars of melanin for y'all These are my dreams an' I'm tellin' 'em to y'all Stand up like a man, bitch I'm ready for applause I'm heavy wit' the flaws, but I shine thru it all, plus I'm trumpin' niggaz like the Nevada caucus C'mon... Hook(x2): I'm just joggin' on these niggaz, doin' endurance laps (I ain't had my victory yet) I'm just joggin' on these niggaz, doin' endurance laps (You still better brace yourself) Verse 2 (10-5): The way I grew up, they’d..say I’m a menace Running laps around these laps avoiding being a felon But they still pointing an' telling, or shooting, slanging n selling As I dance atop their souls, an' sew closed they bullet holes I’m wrong, blood who you telling, I’m tired of mom dukes yelling I’m tired of them forgettin, my lyrics, a murderous weapon Just quit, that's their suggestion, this flag, it's what I’m reppin I come thru wit hard bars, no dabbing or 2-stepping No screaming, I’m done stressing, break out of the cage I’m kept in Fuck it, I’m brain dead, a corpse walking wit no head So you can’t aim between my eyes just serve me body shots instead I eat them mothafuckas like these pages eat up all my lead Shit, I don’t believe in shit, sue me, these niggas gullible as fuck Like bitches quick to fuck when some nigga tells her he loves Her for her, an' now he smashing wit no glove As I’m running past the future nigga doin what the fuck I does Hook(x2)
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"Fire = Determination" Verse 1: Nah, I ain't slowin' my stride or steppin' down I got too much willpower inside to mess around Niggaz think they 'bout to stand in my way, like I can't step around Step over or step on 'em; GIANTS never f' around An' that's just bein' sincere, comin' from my pericardium Meanin' deep within the heart; can never bother 'im Forever part of 'im, got concrete resolve wit' my music goals So I keep comin' wit' the truest flows These fuck niggaz steady comin' wit' that lip service Facetious compliments will only get ya lip serviced You'll get ya clique murdered, ain't talkin' homicide I'm talkin' bar after bar, literally bomb ya' PRIDE Like IED's goin' off - at a LGBT parade Only in braille will you see me afraid So it will never happen, you goin' blind first Steady wishin' for that chance to see Fine's hearse Fools still lyin' in they verse So I kick facts, let 'em hit deep inside an' hurt Don't - need my Momz cryin' behind a hearse So I pray if slugs come, may they fly in reverse Too much to live for, even wit' - suicidal thoughts Conversations wit' myself, constant suicidal talk I tried it once, I ain't tryna go back That's why I'm resigned to these rhymes an' Prozac You can get the bozack, I'm on my Parrish an' Erick shit Bless the track like a cleric; may enemies perish quick I hope that my seed inherits this Commitment an' nerve,undisturbed, comin' prepared for this Road, that will lie before him or her An' let 'em know, people will lie before him or her Right in the face, so when they steppin' in ya grill Remember to keep that fire burnin', whettin' up ya skill Hook(x1): (Fire) That's what I'm keepin' up inside An' it's heatin' up, awakenin' what's sleepin' up inside (Fire) Yeah, I will never let it die Steppin' wit' it like weaponry, propellin' me to fly (Fire) The Dabinett of my eye Give these haters a threshin' wit' the fervency it provides Yeah, determination turns the tide Lit the wick deep within, I can never be denied Verse 2: Steady focused on the Pink Pearl of my optical I think the world of this Hip-Hop shit Still aimin' towards goals of a T-top whip '78 Camaro, so my bars movin' thru dropship Wine, women an' lyrics, Fine been givin' his spirit Rhymin' to who will hear it, designed it so you'd endear it I'm findin' I'm teeter-totterin', 'tween Ferrari dreams An' stayin' far from the scene, but still targetin' cream... Maintainin' ain't as hard as it seems 'Cause wit' that, I'm the male Simone Biles on balance beams I ain't gotta be around to know who's chattering My mind stays fixated on the usual suspects An' I usually sus that, the ones closest to me Be the ones secretly prayin' for my downfall Don't wanna see me wit' the crown at all Pro'lly somewhere snickerin', thinkin' that I'm bound to fall Hook(x1)
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"Gift For The World (Snippet)" Verse 1: Comin' straight up out the swamp, these niggaz alligator lunch Runnin' they fuckin' mouths, I need a alligator pump That's one wit' a long snout, bet that'll make 'em jump Runnin' long mouths, 'til you catch 'em, get the jump Now the cat is out the bag an' gettin' stomped Dammit, I am mad an' gettin' pumped, goin' rabid on these chumps I been rappin' thru a slump, giant rabbit when I dump Shittin' all on 'em, it's written all on 'em Feelin' froggy, never leap, but if they ribbit, I will off 'em Get ya' bodybag ticket; caught slippin'? That's a coffin Often, nobody's in ya corner; they love it when you pout an' frown Like they need you - goin' without an' down I'm throwin' two's like I'm countin' down Prepared to - move in silence; nigga, won't even mouth a sound See people start lyin' from the crib They ain't firm like numbers, that's a jewel for you, kid Hook(x1): Got a gift for the world, it's my dick without a condom on I'm a fuck it 'til it bleed All I came for is riches, dare a nigga to say I'm wrong Fuck how you feel about greed You can live mediocre, complacent wit' no treasure But that's not how I'm built, I'll wine an' dine forever If ties must be severed, then nigga, so be it By any means, kid, that's no secret...

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The follow up EP to "Wayfarer in Wanderlust".

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released November 15, 2016

Fearless Heights / #TGL Recordings

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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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