Single from my mixtape, ‘Broke But Still #DOPE, Vol. One (#TheREBOOT)’. #ENJOY... 

‘Understood’ 

Hook(×2): 
Not the realest shit I ever wrote, I'm forever real 
Comin' straight– from the heart, e'rytime I pen, I kill 
{-} Tell me how you feel: should I go in? Should I chill? 
I just want it understood, gon' tell me what's the deal 

Verse 1: 
Dedicate this to them folk I lost, ain't talkin' 'bout the dead 
–Talkin' 'bout them fools who be talkin' out they head 
Been sleepin', let 'em rest; I got lodgin', be my guest 
When they finally wake on up, I will bring it to they chest 
~Em~blazoned like a crest or coat of arms, just a lyrical— 
Garrote; total harm, crush ya' throat wit' folded arms 
Like— Kotal Khan wit' that macuahuitl, e'ry chop'll bleed you 
{-} Or them sickles, just a sicko; cannot stop the evil 
I'm the +main man+ like I work on water distribution 
Almost went through dissolution, heart full of disillusion 
An'– that be on the real, –loss of faith I gotta face 
While erasin' negativity that's fillin' up my space 

Hook(×2) 

Verse 2: 
Life is precious, I been wastin' it; success? Ain't tastin' it 
Broke but still dope, though sometimes I feel like fakin' it 
Night after night, dreams of makin' it, breakin' in 
On my shit, an' livin' stankin' rich; it'd be great to win 
{-} Sometimes I feel like dyin', or foldin' up an' cryin' 
Tears wait behind a wall, keep my head up like a lion 
My cardiac is shrivelin', –soul's evaporatin' 
Better yet, evaporated: –steel carapace of hatred 
{-} Always struggle to break the platin' an' get to the joy 
End up flayed to the gristle tryna get to the boy 
Playin' it coy, –only make me annoyed 
On knees, pray to the Lord just to break out this void 

Hook(×4)

Broke But Still #DOPE, Vol. One (#TheREBOOT)

Understood [Prod. by Wally}

"Bring Back The Witty (#RespectIIThePLK)" 

Y'all been sufferin' long enough, look what they spewin' at you 
It's good that kid Print is back to send a new one at you 
I got more verses than the Book of Matthew 
Fuck bars, I'm droppin' 50 ft. solid gold Buddha statues 
Dude I'll smash you; none of ya raps stick wit' me 
+Nick+ wit' me another, I will snap Stick Stickly 
Yeah, I know I'm too damn nit-picky 
But it's 'cause these new cats gettin' out-rapped by Sam Witwicky 
Hol' up, fam let's get busy, SAVAAR's gettin' lit 
But they still sleepin' like my flow's a barbiturate 
On God, I'm wit' the shit, oh God, don't diss the kid 
I'm so hard, you get the dick, that's no pause -- you listened, kid 
It's been hinted at, I'm a legend in the making 
29 projects, get obsessed wit' what I'm making 
A seven in the ranking, but aimin' for five or better 
Got me strivin' more than ever, to survive an' weather 
The storm, full-steam ahead, watch the dough mount 
As the king/King pens it like Richard Bachman or Thad Beaumount 
The kid's... head an' shoulders above the rest 
An' like Simone Biles wit' Shaq, you barely come up to my chest 
I could be another Budden, another Bank$, another Andretti 
You cannot can Eddie 
Cannot ban or threaten me, stop playin' an' sweatin' me 
Not playin' or frettin', B; stop playin' wit' weaponry 
'Cause the safety is off, you might spray at ya' thoughts 
An' Print is a .38 -- turn ya' brains into sauce 
You actin' like I ain't gon' kill 'em all 
All these lines in my mind, but I ain't gon' spill 'em all 
Seal 'em off, they can't come an' beseech me 
Dyin' for a feature, frauds runnin' to greet me 
The lames couldn't beat me, tried to force me to forfeit 
But my wordplay's galactic an' it knocked 'em outta orbit 
Got - more shit to crush 'em wit', tell 'em pick they poison 
These them bars from the kid, runnin' through my organs 
Be somethin' called skill, these fools tend to lack it nowadays 
Nepotism only reason for their backin' nowadays 
I'm - back up out that haze, rejuvenated, refocused 
Let my people go, or I'll bring a plague of locusts 
Upon the lecherous oafs wit' no lyrics 
Bramble-headed morons, killin' ya' spirit 
You - hear it on the regular, it be that bad 
But I'm a tough muthafucka, Marine stepdad 
So, rest in peace to Proof an' all who kept it gritty 
Fineprint is done, I had to bring back the witty

Mastering The Craft Series, Pt. 1: #BFTK (Bars From The Kid), Vol. 2

Bring Back The Witty (#RespectIIThePLK) [Over Lloyd Banks' "Increase The Gritty" Instrumental}

Just a extra flow that I had lying around. Thought I'd share it. Check it out.

Away We Go (Go Go Gadget Flow FreetheStyleMIX)

FreetheStyle Series, Pt. 1

PRIZZY - #ImNotOnSpotify (FreetheStyle No. 3)

#PressPlay, #VIBE and #ENJOY... 

‘#BONUS: You Don't Know Me Like That’ 

Hook(x2): 
Whole new plat, you don't know me like that 
You don't know the kid's heart, only know he write raps
You– don't know his struggle, or the shit he overcame 
{-} Could never match his hunger, but you better know the name (IT'S PRIZZY!)

Verse 1: 
You squeezin' blood up outta diamond 'fore you see me break a sweat 
Keep my stress down low, if life's a bitch, let's make her wet
I am Not For Everyone, of that I'm sure like death an' taxes 
The tolerance is thinnin' for my depth an' how I waxes 
Aggressive on these tracks, like that be a sin 
Ain't– meant to appeal to them all wit' what I pen 
Through– fire an' them hurricanes, PRIZZY keep a grin 
Like– Matt Murdock wit' the bloody grill, buddy trill 
Li'l– buddy do what li'l - buddy feel, e'ryday he bloody will 
Ink– mightier than sword, my BiC is bloody still 
He's bloody ill, passion like the lacerations on Christ 
Still romancin' them mics, assassinatin' the sheist 

Hook(x2) 

Verse 2: 
Settle down, settle down as I proceed to spit flame 
This– my house now, you niggaz signed a quitclaim 
I'm– comin' in an' sittin' down, takin' shits an' pissin' now 
No change in my position now, it's shit that you can't disavow 
{-} Y'all be so rank an' file, end up wit' ya' rank defiled 
Smellin' fishy, rank an' foul, excuse my French, no francophile 
{-} On yo' ankles now, Kurt Angle wit' a adhesive grip like Loctite 
Got the bars, but the beat gotta knock right 
Armed to the teeth like a cannibal 
{-} Bitin' a brachial artery, gonna make you a part of me 
You– know how I be on it, aim to breakthrough wit' artistry 
From– haiku to sonnet, take you apart wit' ease 
Grabbin' all the fruits of my labor to make smoothies 
On this grizzle 'cause I aim to be major like Jake an' Yuli 
{-} Priority's to aim for that paper, be makin' blue cheese 
C-notes growin' forever, won't taper, notated duly 
Confidence renewed an' tethered, ignorin' this flack 
I've accrued, loss less/lossless, huge portion intact 
I'm– here an' gettin' better, no distortin' this fact 
PRIZZY back in his bag like a contortionist act 

You feel it?

Not For Everyone: The EP

#BONUS: You Don't Know Me Like That [Prod. by Richie Beatz}

‘Rated NFE: Not For E'ryone (FreetheStyle No. 13)’ 

Hook(x1): 
Listen– this not that, Hip-Hop that 
You grew up wit' -- kill all that nostalgia 
Sumpin' to understand, in case you wonderin' 
'Bout what I'm conjurin', for ear canals– a 
'Nother exhibit of– acquirement tasted 
No fires wasted in this– preliminary run 
If you don't get sated, remember that I'm rated 
NFE: Not For E'ryone 

Verse 1: 
Yo -- the name is Fineprint, but you can call me PRIZZY 
I'm no– copy of Drizzy, but I stay just as busy 
Yes I'm– always on grizzy an'– focused on the jugular vessel 
Knock 'em off-track, then– plug through the trestle 
I'm– unfuckwitable, pretty much vestal-like 
Be– goin' through motions, talkin' cycles like a Kestrel bike 
You - know the time, deliver rhymes, gotta desk full 
To bombard these pricks who spineless like a mescal 
Oh– I know you thought like Yak Smirnoff 
But it's clear you thought wrong, in my zone, attacks veer off 
Been– dancin' wit' the idea of takin' years off 
To– layout various schemes an' scare the jeers off 
I'm– shakin' fears off, build an' access glory 
Motivated 'cause– that denial create success stories 
PRIZZY -- feel myself 'cause the rest bore me 
{-} Still gon' flow like my Twenties once I hit them blessed Forties 

Hook(x1) 

Verse 2: 
I– ain't gotta brag, others profess for me 
You can– hear it straight from my goddess, she adores me 
Skill– always refined, no time to impress poorly 
When drained I find strength in my lady, she restores me
{-} I don't regress, I progress an' fight off laziness 
Suppress all wicked thought, get my mind out the hazy mess 
Just– pick me a beat out to blaze, then press– 
The damn button as I proceed to escape daze an' stress
{–} Spit foreign like a Fabryka Broni Dziewięć
+Single shell+, but no monocoque, rip through encephalon 
I'm still slept on, {-} so it's 'bout that time where Print switch 
Power-up in this bitch an' just enrich 
All– the bars I'm droppin' like tonnes of oralloy 
Nukes be on the ready if you wanna rib me like corduroy
Don't– come for the boy, end up an embittered party 
'Cause I'm thoroughbred, you niggaz get read like I'm Literati 

**explosion and glass shattering**

FreetheStyle Series, Vol. 2: Not For Everyone

Rated NFE: Not For E'ryone (FreetheStyle No. 13)

‘Rated NFE II (FreetheStyle No. 18)’ 

Make 'em all wave they hands like a worship team
{-} Rated NFE, but want 'em all to worship me
Expect nothin' less, you know how the verses be
On-point an' simply stellar, it's a hearse in three
Close the curtains please, I got the cue to wreck shop
Put my music in ya' list, queue me up an' don't stop
Ah– just bop, just rock, just move wit' it
No flop, just flock, found my groove wit' it
Or rather in it, 75 percentage
Of the game's devoid of flame, you know who I'm sublimmin'
I'm– just spittin', all venom, all acid
I'm trippin', I'm pissed an' still placid
So it's– that calm before the storm
The– wrath of God, torrential up in this form
I– transform an' downpour, you pullin' me down more
What the fuck should the kid stick around for
Hip-Hop ain't the move, you know what I'm bound for
Another kind of success so I– stick around more
The lifespan of a rap career is 34 or 35
I'm 31, pro'lly why I hurt inside
Them ol' fans of mine really hurt my pride
But I laughed it off– 'til I hurt my sides
As far as this, pro'lly never see the curtains rise
But I'm one helluva writer, always murder mine's
Yes!–Only murderous lines
{-} I knew I'd find my footin' again, straight from inert decline
An' that expert in mind, came in at a perfect time
So I perfect the rhyme, none are hard at work as I'm
–Often are, lyricism's pretty much all I do
Ain't got much of a life, watch anime an' eat food
Well, –at least I'm gettin' nutrition
Key's in the ignition, in a comfortable position
I ain't switchin' the lane, just puttin' my spin on it like a drift race
Lyrical ‘Need For Speed: Underground’
An' my lyrics just need to breed underground
'Fore I surface for air, can't breathe under mounds
Sadly, for a while - could only "un-astound"
My best friends - wouldn't even come around
Even now, I think they lost faith in my skills
Used to get them daps, hugs an' high fives, fa'real
I burned some bridges, tried to repair 'em
But city infrastructure never been my schtick
I'm sick, I'm nice, but kindness is not a weakness
You start shit, I'm a dog wit' a bone, not one to beef wit'
{-} You pups yelpin' at a vicious Rottweiler
Inauspicious, got louder, malicious, I jot powder
So them that brown nose, can sniff an' turn it white
An' just get turnt to the firm shit that I write
When I write, I ain't speakin' for goons or hustlers
'Cause honestly, Eddie never represented the streets
I'm a fuckin' nerd, an' I still love playin' Pokémon
Wit' that bein' said: I'm not for everyone

Rated NFE II (FreetheStyle No. 18)

‘#RemainUNTAMPERED4EVA (FreetheStyle No. 19)’ 

Yeah– twenty-one-nine, November transmission 
PRIZZY is–back in effect after transition 
It's all clear, you can see ya' man's driven 
Lookin' at me funny since my admittance of likin' trans women 
Well, that's cool, judge me how you wanna judge me 
Spit all ya' fake biblical shit, still won't budge me 
A lil' nudgin', still won't let go of my grudges 
Done left me +vulnerable+, like Vanessa Hudgens 
Still… I gotta apologize to my girl 
That's my world, that's my goddess an' I pro'lly made her hurl 
'Cause her mind sieged by thoughts that she can't shake 
Done been through a lot, but could this last straw break– 
The camel's back or is she overreactin'? 
How much longer will this go before she's over my actions? 
I– got this dick, she could be on it, relaxin' 
Instead, there's a rift, now opposin' factions 
But– fuck it, we gon' make it, fight off any storm 
Ain't no need to worry, there's no difference in our norm 
Pebbles to a GIANT, so I keep steppin' 
Can't let this shit knock me off my grind, interception 
But I reckon, I should be preppin' 
For the future, put my ducks in a row through apperception 
No half-steppin', that shit won't ever bring me blessin's 
Shout-out to Michaela for the cheerin' in my section

#RemainUNTAMPERED4EVA (FreetheStyle No. 19)

This is The End... (FreetheStyle No. 20)

Born January 11, 1988 in Memphis, TN; Eddie Lee White Jr. (Known as Fineprint NFE) always wanted to be a emcee and entertainer. Whether it was through acting, poetry or music, he knew he wanted to shine. As an only child, he's always depended solely on himself, which is why he prefers at times being solo instead of in a group. He started out with aspirations of being a comic book artist and poet, but the poetry part soon turned into rapping. This lyrical skill took years to hone and is still an ever-growing factor of his life. Many don't understand his methods and aren't fans of how he does his music, but that isn't stopping him from setting a standard.  At the present time, he's perfecting his craft and learning more about himself as an artist. Stay tuned.

Fineprint NFE (Not For Everyone)

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