‘The Ruler: NFE's Rebirth’

Verse 1:
Niggaz throwin' shade, crossin' lines
Caught up in the crosshatch; like prank calls when they talk back
If you don't recognize a voice, just some nobodies playin' games
Pointin' fingers an' sayin' names
My edge, they thought I lost that, these kids so cray cray
Knowin' in they heart that I'm a muthafuckin' terror
The most common error is takin' me for a joke
I'm nada to laugh at, make you stiffer than seven strokes
If I was that type of nigga, ya bitch'll go down like mayday
After I take you out like a smoke break
I've been better, never tell me that I've improved
There's nothin' left for me to lose, so I stopped holdin' back on you dudes
Ain't just in it to be rich, got a rep to maintain
Still high octane wit' tons of bane in my veins
I'm rejuvenated, slightly consumed by hatred
Mostly consumed by the fervor to go at it an' murder

Hook(x2):
I know you've heard
An' I know you know
That I'm loaded up
Cocked an' ready to go
I'm the present an'
The muthafuckin' future
So boys an' girls
Welcome back your ruler

Verse 2:
Most people count sheep to go to sleep, I count pentagrams an' goat heads
It's satanic shit up in my brain
Sick of these old heads tryin' to be young, no sense
That shit you on, I'm off that like Hov said
Niggaz and bitches got room in my flow, it's co-ed
Lyrically I'm like a cokehead withdrawin'
Aggy an' hostile, apathetic apostle
I gives no fuck really if you're saved by my gospel
See, if I delegated my bars to just broads
Then they would become a brothel
But, I chose to invite y'all to my hostel an' mock you
Put you crabs in a bucket wit' pills -- mollywop you
Most you rap niggaz need Clear Eyes
Most you rap niggaz need hooked on phonics for near rhymes
Most you rap niggaz need Ben Stein
'Cause none of y'all gettin' big money like you say in your lines
Fineprint has many sides to him (That ya'll don't know)
Alot of you niggaz can't conincide wit' him (With weak ass flows)
Past collabs can't hold a candle to him without burnin' from the wax
A feverish ear infection that leaves 'em burnin' from the tracks
If I had a dollar for everytime I said I was leavin' rap
I'd be rich enough to buy out these labels that market crap
Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some real important shit to say
Givin' me passive-aggressive guidance, but sheer defiance made me who I am today
Which means I'm willin' to slay
I'm not a guinea pig in ya rat race, stuffin' ya fat face
I'm one jagged klonopin that's hard to swallow
These niggaz simps, son -- bust 'em in like Otto

Hook(x2)

Yeah...
Fineprint, man...
Rehabilitated...
An' I'm back on my shit...
Y'all fuck wit' me...
Fearless Heights...