"#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