LYRICS

[Chorus]
This ain’t no game this is war
War, war, war
Yo we like war
This ain’t no game this is war
War yo we like war
Yo we like war

This ain’t no game this is war
War, war, war
Yo we like (love) war
This ain’t no game this is war
This ain’t no, this ain’t no game this is war

[Verse 1]
To be honest I don’t know where it started
Coulda been a park a basement or apartment
I wasn’t there so I ain’t gonna make it up
But I walk the streets and see it on the side of trucks
Like ancient ruins congruent to what I’ve been told
By those who really know because they were here before me
I hear it in voices of people lacking choices
Faces full of stress I see it in the way they dress (uh)
I remember clearly when I lived in the shelter
The boom boom and [record scratching] really helped us
I was running wild in the streets with no fear
Criminal Minded was repeating in my ear
Truth be told we grew strong too powerful
And they knew any longer we’d be unstoppable
So they brainwashed us
Made us feel accomplished
By trapping us with loans and letting us go to college
Don’t forget, yo

[Chorus]
This ain’t no game this is war
War, war, war
Yo we like war
This ain’t no game this is war
War yo we like war
Yo we like war

This ain’t no game this is war
War, war, war
Yo we like (love) war
This ain’t no game this is war
(Yo, tell em who you are, yo)
This ain’t no, this ain’t no game this is war

[Verse 2]
I’m the Final Outlaw
The bravest one
Greatest one
No need for talk just walk it
Ain’t no prophet
Not even out for profit
ILL flows dope syllables I got it
Like so many that never had a chance to blow
In the ghetto instead they signed [Removed Audio]
Let me slow it down a bit I get personal
In convos revolving round this topic yo
Cause it’s the only voice we ever had in this country
Now we timid too afraid to ask if we hungry
It’s a shame we don’t stand for nor defend
Anything we’re all programmed playing pretend
They got us right where they want us
9-to-5 in an office divided from our children for a couple of dollars
That’ll never amount to the time and years that are wasted
Working for somebody else instead of your own aspirations
Don’t forget it

[Chorus]
This ain’t no game this is war
War, war, war
Yo we like war
This ain’t no game this is war
War yo we like war
Yo we like war

(Do you understand?)
This ain’t no game this is war
War, war, war
Yo we like war
(Am I not clear enough, for you?)
This ain’t no game this is war
This ain’t no, this ain’t no game this is war

[Verse 3]
I don’t know what to feel anymore
Nothing to believe in because nothing is real anymore
I feel numb nothing surprises me
Its all lies as far as my eyes can see
They played us like the pilgrims did to natives
Robbed us then shamelessly claimed they created it
And through the years they tamed it made it safe
Decoded our sacred street slang language
Then stuffed it all within a shrink wrap package
Just to sell it off like a slave to the masses
The same tactics disbanded the black panthers
Its madness we get shot but don’t shoot back
At these cops that don’t show badges
No compassion they highlight petty crimes we did in the past
During the news just to make us look bad
For carrying some imaginary weapon we never even had
You better not forget it

[Outro Chorus]
You work like a slave for them
You ain’t nothing but a mothafuckin’ ape to them
Don’t forget it (X4)

This ain’t no game this is war
War, war, war
Yo we like war
This ain’t no game this is war
War yo we like war
Yo we like war

This ain’t no game this is war
War, war, war
Yo we like war
This ain’t no game this is war
This ain’t no, this ain’t no game this is war

Don't Forget 2010

LYRICS:

[Intro]

What you doin’ takin’ a break?
(Laughs)
Ain’t no breaks in this 
(Levenkhan)
Let me catch you slackin’ yo
(Final Outlaw)
You say you want it
You want it so bad right?
Go get it
(We still doin’ it on this side)
Go get it man

[Verse 1]
Yo I’ma machine 
Built for music 
Addicted to it
Molded into a man through its influence
Sweat blood and tears mixed with spit’s the fluid
That gets you to produce hits and still pursue this 
Even when the monthly income isn’t improving
Everybody you know suggesting for you to not do it
But I don’t want to be a slave to a job
I don’t want my biggest goal in the world to be the sale of a car
I’m much more 
I’m much smarter 
Reality’s much harder than any marketing department wants you to garner
I was teenager when I chose the name
FinaL OutlaW symbolized all my pain
Blacked out on paper when I rode the train 
Don’t want to be humiliated by a cop again
Questioned for drugs when I ain’t got a thing 
Stereotyped 
I don’t idolize the bling
We don’t share the same dream 
I’m the real thing
You claim to be truth
I don’t have to say a thing
You can’t replace experience with plastic or a ring
Giving me some cheap award doesn’t change a thing
Next year you’ll give it to a monkey that dances and sings
How is that honoring?
Pass him a dollar and you can get a minority to start hooting and hollering  
It happens in Harlem and all of the boroughs it’s horrible

[Chorus]
I’ma machine
Built for music
Addicted to it
Molded into a man through its influence
I’ma machine
Built for music
Addicted to it
Molded into a man through its influence
I’ma machine
Built for music
Addicted to it
Molded into a man through its influence
I’ma machine
I’ma machine

[Verse 2]
Sometimes I sit back and watch 
Pissed at the clock
But it don’t stop 
It don’t got no mercy for Hip Hop
It’s a race to the end whether you like it or not
It’s a mission
There’s a certain level of commitment 
Deliberate initiative to finish 
Eat up all your spinach
Memorize your lyrics
Observe your competition and get ready to diminish 
This is my religion 
But really is it? 
Am I just dedicated to something where I’m not appreciated? 
I don’t ask for much
All I want is enough
To provide for my fam as I do what I love
I’m fatigued and jaded
Breathe inhale it 
Hatred is part this game embrace it
Maybe it’s all been a waste of time 
I don’t have the patience to wait in line 
For some label that ain’t help me get this far
As long as I know that I raised the bar 
From White Plains to Staten Isle
I have them acting wild
People confuse my mixtapes for albums
I’m tired of asking “how come?”
I plan on taking action toward an outcome
These other rappers are cow dung
Sounding like wounded animals over a loud drum
It’s too crowded so let’s kick out some!

[Chorus]
I’ma machine
Built for music
Addicted to it
Molded into a man through its influence
I’ma machine
Built for music
Addicted to it
Molded into a man through its influence
I’ma machine
Built for music
Addicted to it
Molded into a man through its influence
I’ma machine
I’ma machine

Machine 2009

LYRICS: https://genius.com/Final-outlaw-the-golden-calf-2010-lyrics

The Golden Calf 2010

The image is a napkin. When I was a teenager, I began writing lyrics on practically anything I could find. When short on paper, napkins were an easy target. As one might expect, I have old composition books filled from end to end with lyrics. If I really needed to get an idea out, I even wrote on the insides of paper cups. Other times, I wrote on my hands. There was a period of time when I just needed to get it all out of my system. Through that process, I did my best to express what I felt as genuinely as I could at the time. Albeit, I was probably mostly wringing out whatever external influences I picked up on my way to becoming a musician myself. This song was supposed to be released sometime in 2014. Like my previous releases this year, it too failed to see an official release date. It was intended to be the third installment to my FinaL OutlaW Theory series. Now you’ll get to imagine what the follow up music video would have looked like. A video was shot for this song at a metal-welding shop but that too went unreleased. FinaL OutlaW Theory 4 was never written. Link in bio. ~ 🏴 FO

FinaL OutlaW Theory III 2014

FULL SONG BIO COMING SOON: This song was written and recorded in 2011 around the time of Occupy Wall Street. It was never formally released.

They Conditioned Us This Way 2011

Submission for Funk Volume's Don't Funk Up Our Beats 7 contest. Produced by SwizZz. 

Funk Volume Freestyle

#CLASSIC An old classic. My first single ever from "We're All Gonna Die: Special Edition"
Produced by FinaL OutlaW

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Don't Ignore Me

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Produced by Levenkhan
Mixed & Mastered by Rich "Tha Engineer"

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LYRICS:

I'm like a mathematician, back slash magician 
Back slash musician, back slash politician 
My primary competition lacks vision 
Just give em a couple of stacks and some scantily clad women   
I'm glad to be back spittin', my battery packs filled
My bladder is past max capacity, quit asking me
For collabs, I don't condone rapping with fans 
That throw tantrums and act like grown babies and Stan’s 
I'm coming with the most wickedest
You come outdated and unfinished like Australopithecus
At low flames, my flow SIMMERS
I spit no FILLERS, Gold chains I crush them to gold glitter 
I spit heat that'll keep you hot through cold winter
I'm still here like Occupy after November
Oh Man, I came to behold plans
Straight from the soul I’ma bestow through the whole land
My own fam was takin’ advantage 
Those I considered friends was turning they backs 
And I just sat there, not saying a thing
Not hating, but I’m definitely not waiting for them
Cause I’m free now, and I’ve got a mean style
I write and I freestyle, the fire can breathe now 
I've done had it; I'm ready to start challenging
Any authority, whether a rookie or seniority  
Its no fable, I'm ready to volcano 
The levee is unstable, my temper un-playful 
With enough rage to punch you in the navel 
So hard it'll knock the wind out of your guardian angel
I'm breaking rules, and I'm running with it 
I'll meat cleaver king Midas's hands, and snuff him with it
I’m upset cause the shit I came up on 
Seems to have just left, seems to be long gone
Days that we bumped Pac, days that we bumped Nas
Days that we bumped Em, days that we bumped Pun 
Those were the days when the basics was just fun
Nowadays I feel like the racists have must won
What have we got here? Too many cops here
Too many shots here, too many flops here
Too many cats claiming to be the greatest to ever do it
When the truth is these impersonators just got here
I’m from a top tier, I run with the top boys 
Plottin’ since cash money came out with the hot boyz 
Homie I got noise, homie I got jams 
That’ll make grand pop stand up and say, “Got damn”
This young man is sharp and he’s not playing
I’m tearing apart metal with Mario cart shells 
And the scariest part is that I channel a dark realm 
Where a chariot falls from heaven carrying Sean Bell
And he carries a crucifix that he lances across hell
While Harriet Tubman and Lauren Hill unlock cells 
Of innocent kids, to vindicate immigrant kin, incinerate sin 
I generate phlegm to represent my generation
I provide syntax for examination
So sit back and bump to my algorithm
I know that you’re sick and you suffer from malnutrition
Perhaps the root is all the trash you listen to
It makes you mad and makes you miserable 
Maybe all the songs about killing niggaz and fuckin' many bitches
Is really only killing the individual in you
WHOO, that’s deep ain’t it?
Not really, its obvious to me damn it, you see
It doesn't take a savant to pick this apart 
This is intricate art, from a genuine heart 
So if you feel the same click the like button
And write something, and cop my album on I-tunes its like $9 something 

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