Song Title: False Talent (False Prophets Remix)
Lyrics: Written and Performed by Fayt McNasty
Instrumental: “Waves” by Freddie Joachim/Trick Daddy Breakfast Club Interview
Mixtape: Fayt McNasty - Nas Syndrome (2018)

I’m so sick of niggas..
Slick talking “i want to be the man”/
Playing records, claim you savage, a couple hits in ya hand/
Nigga that shit ain’t paper, you ain’t holding no grams/
You ain’t cut from no thorough, or put in work, yet you brag/
Non organic rappers are singing this robo-cult-ure through auto tune/
Fearful, ashamed of they self, image, its falling through/
Star gazing, reaching for other dudes/
Opinions for self, evaluation, is not improved/
I can’t grip it.. see i am just a stand up guy/
With stand up vibes, and a hands up drive, they ask him why/
I find out what, and move thru hows/
I’m too on it, married my grind, honest, this my vows/
I get it, deeper than the surface when i murk it/
clearing that cloud image, see dreaming alone is worthless/
If you truly have the vision, then you see the path way/
Then you’d make your steps accordingly, but your ass mad late/
And if I’m wrong, then show a nigga how/
Show and prove, bust a move, fraudulence is foul/
Flagrant even, you niggas is vagrants, leave it/
Your ego adopting grander, when people feel bad and feed him/
How is that? they just tied of yo whining, you ain’t make it/
Peep your circle, square ass niggas, all up in ya matrix/
Only niggas who still there, that you feeling is true/
Ain’t never get up and do it they too complacent like you/
And, i bring myself, essence, precious- THIS, is wealth/
How you, you, if all you do, is under someone else/
Hiding in the shadows, claim theres no coat tail/
But for actually, we jus speaking factually, you scared to fail/
Tryna micro-manage everything, thinking you different/
How you expect to make it to your spot, behind an image/
Thats not your own, you got the shit all wrong/
You fabricate and adopt it, you see it in your songs/
Still you hoping they could feel it, wishing wit all your might/
Fruits of your labour, sour: feed back is “the beats was tight”/
Read between the lines, they jus cater how you feel/
Scared to tell you “you shoulda kept it real”/
False talent, in all average, screw all bragging/
Ya flow lagging, I’m known dragon, these foes banished/
My glows brandished, like dark magic, the whole fact is/
I’m here to hit it hard and get up on this spiral rapid/
That progress up, that power up, provides a closed back fist/
Should you ever try to pull me down, jus know, theres no grabbing/
Intangible Sun, I’m too high to reach/
That truth’s enough to burn you out your seat/
False talent..

Somebody shoulda told you i’d be here like this..
Real like this..
Ill like this..
Somebody shoulda told you it would be like this..
..False talent..
Somebody shoulda told you it would be like this..
Ill like this..
Real like this..
Somebody shoulda told you it would be like this..
You false talent..

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Fayt Mcnasty - False Talent

Song Title: Perspicacious Freestyle
Lyrics: Performed by Fayt McNasty
Instrumental: “100” Produced by Enfinity Beats
Mixtape: Fayt McNasty - Nas Syndrome

listen... I’m not Jada but the champ is here/
ain’t marry Jada, but the man in fucking black is here/
no Jim Carrey but the mutha fucking mask in here/
smoking like a whooptie running hot in front of traps in here/
no Slim Shady but the fact of aftermath is clear/
no Hopsin i don’t need to bite a style to persevere/
i jus be myself, watch these niggas feel they self/
till perspicacious drop and niggas see me clear the shelf/
i wreak havoc on these mutha fucking addicts/
taxing on they asses if you paying for it you can grab it/
I’m freestyling, i ain’t have the time to pad it/
still i’m flowing out transmutation circles made of acid/
like i’m full metal, hold a full metal for the actin/
you can catch a couple shot, be another number added/
while i’m laughing, thru the actions, cuz you thought you really had him/
i’m a fine balance in between articulate and ratchet/
the bastard, and i don’t give a mutha fuck/
or a gods damn, i’m the man, who your mother fucked/
striking wit a blast in the mask, like a thunderer/
lightning on the waist tho, notice not to fuck wit us/
aim is like a game tho, top bracket frag-ular/
10 to 0 ratio, watch me get my status up/
shorty wit me bad as fuck, wanting me to bag her up/
i jus give her dick tho, send her to her man for love/
they be talking shit? oh, guess they see my path is up/
cash is jus a number so, i keep those digits adding up/
What… who want it wit the must have king/
the damn ruler, plus i fucking bust that thing/
the 9 luger, you don’t really want it wit the Fayt tho/
type to come and swipe you for ya mom and daddies pay roll/
i lay low, but you could sense it wen i’m stepping in/
and now you cant stand it how i’m standing like a Nephilim/
cross dimension forces, mentioned all this, so i’m meant to win/
any who oppose it, getting coroners to drag em in/
fucker, like i’m the wu, i bring the ruckus/
wit a mask like i’m the mother fucking doom, believe i’m coming/
and i’m Trumping all you busta mc's thru interruptions/
trust you couldn’t take the heat or half the pressure wen i’m crushing/
i grand theft within city like i’m russian/
and i do my job well to keep these hiphop heads lusting/
busta..

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Fayt McNasty - Perspicacious Freestyle

Song Title: Timeless
Lyrics: Written and Performed by Fayt McNasty
Instrumental: "Dilemma" Produced by HSB Productions
Mixtape: Fayt McNasty - Nas Syndrome

-HookX2-
as long as i got breath in my vessel..(passed the past.. present, future)
i'm down for you love, show you where that loyalty gets you..(passed the past.. present, future)
see what it do love, limitless the price that u worth to me..(passed the past.. present, future)
we infinite, timeless, a moment and an eternity..(passed the past.. present, future)

-Verse1-
yo if i love you, wont just give you my last, you get my first/
and trust, never leaving you mad, and on your worst/
i'm pressing, the issue, 'till the tension, thats in you/
starts seeping through your pores, in the form of sweat when i'm in you/
the fruits of life's on the menu, and i'm down to share/
wanna tell you tell you how i feel, but i cant help but stare/
see, 'cause wen you gone, you run all of my mind/
and when you here.. sorry... i got lost in your eyes/
and all the care and the stress, this world puts on my chest/
slowly fades away in the winds of our synchronizing breaths/
and the only thing that ever really matters in existence/
is laying in my bed, and i can't fathom if you was missing/
how would life be? fuck it, cause i don't really wan know/
just wanna take where you really wan go/
lets take off.. like the only way out is up/
similar to this L, while we light this life up/
blast the ill vibes, take a ill ride, while we converse/
swapping real minds, that deep, intelligent, commerce/
making sure you would never mouth the words "i hurt"/
cosmic comprehension of this whole u-n-i verse/
knowledge..

-HookX2-
as long as i got breath in my vessel..(passed the past.. present, future)
i'm down for you love, show you where that loyalty gets you..(passed the past.. present, future)
see what it do love, limitless the price that u worth to me..(passed the past.. present, future)
we infinite, timeless, a moment and an eternity..(passed the past.. present, future)

-Verse2-
let me help you over-stand, show you your worth/
be the sun that shines over, its me on your earth/
i'll be black thought, you could be Badu/
and we both get each other when connected by the roots/
i'll let u know me, show you how i move/
and have these drake type niggas, drunk, singing "marvin's room"/
listen, 'cause the time to move's, now/
and i'm the type of dude, to pipe a few. but what's the use, if your around?/
.. i don't see none.. plus bullshit thats surrounding me/
jumps out the window, when i look and see u smile at me/
shit, and thats enough to walk these dogs for/
enough to give up on the past to make sure that there's more forward/
jointed wen we shine, crush you while you lie/
in the bed; bust it, like a rhyme, flip mode you when u cry/
thats no lie, i give you the all caps TRUTH/
till death do us, fuck it, till the sky aint blue..
till the sun rises in the west, and sets in the east/
since the fact that we leave, shouldn't effect that we gon' meet/
you got your goals, i got mine shorty.. live out your dreams/
and at the end of it, watch the moons refection of me/
in revolution, and i'm there when you need me the most/
lay my ray on you, love is light, and you be getting the most/
duly.. and wit all respect due with assertion/
real beauty.. you its personified version/
wisdom..

-HookX2-
as long as i got breath in my vessel..(passed the past.. present, future)
i'm down for you love, show you where that loyalty gets you..(passed the past.. present, future)
see what it do love, limitless the price that u worth to me..(passed the past.. present, future)
we infinite, timeless, a moment and an eternity..(passed the past.. present, future)

Fayt McNasty - Timeless

Song Title: RAPture (freestyle)
Lyrics: Performed by Fayt McNasty
Instrumental: Unknown Producer and/or Instrumental title
Mixtape: Fayt McNasty - Nas Syndrome

I’m jumping in, no double dutch, when i be stepping/
Getting it in, like my name was Ralph, how i be wrecking/
These unseen forces i mess with, got me living’ this reckless/
Intended life in direction, forecasted by an inception/
Thru my prerogative, I’m positive I’m on the soar/
My essence floating in space, I’m high as fuck and climbing more/
She hit the pole, and i be tipping like a tea pot/
Tip of my dick, and i get deeper then the mantle be, hot/
Classic like I’m some reeboks, vision locked in to see guap/
And then some, yo i rest em, in some pieces wen that beat drop/
And never skip a beat, I’m, prevalent/
Relevant, dirty wit the flow, and from the bottom, like I’m sediment/
Don’t require you second this, but you cant touch what i be on/
I throw them barrels at you, wit yo bitch wit me like donkey kong/
You can get yo copy on, i be on some new shit/
Kinda like this era, but yo error is you too bitch/
I’m 3rd Rox, F-P-C, the militia nigga/
Say it wit ya chest, got a problem, what’s the issue nigga/
You like to front, claim how you bang wit a pistol nigga/
Till see the pistol nigga, now ya pants is pissed on nigga/
Funny, cuz you was claiming how you rough/
Talking bout how you do this, still you claiming shit is tough/
Pussy.. let’s just be real about it, clear about it/
My skill is too searing how its fucking how you be feel bout it/
Just a metaphor, infernal when I let it off/
Channeling this hella force, you ain’t even ready for/
Fuck it, cuz you gon’ get it either way it falls/
I’m jus making sure I’m wit a diamond bitch like emma frost/
I’m in the clouds, it be something like a space ship/
Landing just to re-up, then I’m back up on my space shit/
You gon’ think you crazy, how i turn up wen you say shit/
See me out the corner of your eye, feel ya face lift/
I am, that tingly feeling you get on the back of your neck/
When you by yourself, and you feel only spirits is left/
The revelation, is exactly what proceeds nigga/
I rap what i be nigga, you rap what you see nigga/
The truth hurts and that pain is what you need nigga/
If its that unbearable, then i suggest you leave nigga/
‘Cause I’m ascending, and its getting hard to breath/
Either my soul is on the rise, or its all the weed/
Still i see the moment, only right for me to cease/
On the dodge, in a chase, by these high powers that be/
Gotta little paper now, getting richer than belief/
But wen they come and snatch you, tell me what that money means/ 
It’s over..?

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