Name: Fame by Mike Martin
Duration: 4 min 20 s
Description: Would you walk through fire to acquire what you desire? Share the feeling of my struggle to be recognized as a respected Emcee with this song Originally written in 2014.

Jack Snacks 3 Warped is the third beat tape from 518 beatsmith Jack Lightyear (also known as Threezus) released through ULTRAWONDER Records on Sunday December 12th, 2021. A Jazzy and sublime experience of fun vibes and unique beats, Snax3 is the exciting conclusion to the hottest beat tape trilogy of 2021.

03 - Sunset Snake Eyes

02 - Five Guys

track 1 off of Jack Snacks 3 Warped by Jack Lightyear. Produced by Jack Lightyear. Mixed and mastered by Conan Madigan.

01 - Ca$h Bandiloot

Yea
(Yea, yea, yea)
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea
(Ah ah ah) 

Look 

Yea
Y'all been on my case bout rapping hard for awhile
Jesus chain, crossing my checklist for every sound
Sadly when I rap kinda concious, it holds me down
Split between making me happy and homies proud
Of a project that I bound to like Kanye West, this my final test
Should I make music for the rest and lose my crown
Of individuality, bribing me, constantly still praising San Bern in modesty
Probability probably 
Probably less than none cuz I fall for peer pressure 
How l.a.n. @ not as good as a tape that I deemed lesser?
Niggas hit my line still asking tho where the rap at?
You singing way too much, that mūra nigga, bring that back
But fuck that (fuck!)
Got me questioning myself
Like niggas expectations got me stressing myself
Why don't you rap like you Rhakim, you boxed in, you tied in
I guess I'm better off honestly killing myself to make you niggas happy 

I don't wanna do this no more
No more, no more
Yea, things are always up in silent themes
Always looking for the finer things (looking for the)
I don't wanna do this no more
No more, no more
Do this no more
No more, no more, no more 

Y'all niggas wanna tempt like that
Feeling like flip, like an acrobat
Killing that, back to back, no cap
Backtrack Jack Snax all in the cadillac
Random acts yea
Kill em with kindness (what)
Niggas be thinking I'm violent yea
Disgesting niggas like itis
All about I like iris
Wanna be scot free all like Kylie yea
Rhythm and blues all behind me yea
Niggas just had to remind me yea
Niggas just had to remind me yea
Known to loss, call my dogs, all they want is good rap and come up buzz yea
I don't feel no love
I don't feel no love 

I don't wanna do this no more (I don't wanna do this no more)
No more, no more
Yea, things are always up in silent themes (silent themes)
Always looking for the finer things (looking for the)
I don't wanna do this no more (do this no more)
No more, no more
Do this no more
No more, no more, no more 

(Ahh)
(Mhm)
(Ahh)
(Mhm)



(About peer pressure about people telling me to bring back Sanbernadino vibes and me succumbing to the pressure but feeling conflicted)

No More

Elevate (Live 1/15/22) Jack Lightyear x Mike Martin

Ganymede Freestyle (Live 1/15/22) Jack Lightyear x Mike Martin

That's a cool phrase
Loco
Hmm, I need to work on the accent, I think 

(Japanese) 

I don't know, it's just something about that weird vibe, it kinda
Like backroom
That eerieness 

Yea
Sheesh! 

Let the dope burn heavy with the
With the smoke up in the air
Goddamn yea
Yea, woah! (Sheesh!)
Let the dope burn heavy with the smoke up in the air
Yea
Speech impediment, nigga 
Yea

I dropped fin for niggas who ain't fend for niggas
Not tryna offend my niggas
Just might finish niggas who pretend I'm finna
Burn kin for bitches and trade friends for women
I ain't cinema gifted
Why play a part with no script?
Why these niggas expect the best outta niggas only known tho for being lit?
Goddamn, fuck
Yea
Late night in the crib with a feeling of vision
Feel my center shift from texts from Britain 
Naija Ellie blessing my cellular with intentions 
Groupchat tension
B.I.S, calm the fuck down
Haven't even been a year since a nigga dropped the one now
Fuck slump now
Graduated to another level, devils in the trunk now
Telling me to drop the niggas that I grew up around
Drop the weight like a nigga bout to run a mile
Why niggas talking nice to niggas with a crooked smile?
I want my flowers now
Word to my moms
Not being cocky, cockblocking all the word to mouth
Hoping that the music help a nigga try to settle down
Yea
Vocals run like piano keys asthmatic 
Short lived on the 4 fifth
Yea
Man, I'm tired of the bullshit
Sheesh! 

Let the dope burn heavy with the
With the smoke up in the air
Goddamn yea
Yea, woah! (Sheesh!)
Let the dope burn heavy with the smoke up in the air
Yea
Speech impediment, nigga 
Yea

フィン. fin. [完毕] (freestyle)

Good Life

Yea
Yea
Yea yea yea 
Yea
(Do this for my brothers)
Yea 

I'm bout to set it off
Wishing for more, invest in lesser love
I'm better lost
Yea
I feel my dead mother's presence just when I talk to God
Seeking things in people but I'm blessed enough
Still have disturbed dreams
Counting checks while I'm folding creme
Most of my music, don't even know it's me
Written in penitentiary notebooks that are sewn good
With broken hearts and spirits that we feel are lonesome
Still the vibe corrosive 
Collaborate with my inner being
People claim my music is just a lil dim of genius
Sampling records at Speig's crib while I'm texting Threezus
While another 33 vinyl record spinning, screaming
Foreclosed mortages, mama affording it until she can't pay the rent
With my mic and a quarter inch plugged up in the inny
Me and Addy bout to catch a late night breakfast, stopped at denny's
Heart of Vinny's, still bingewatching Ren and Stimpy
Not enough food on my plate but I'll split, I swear there's plenty
My buddhist mindstate got me feeling iffy
I talk to Icy when emotions tempt me
Yea
I talk to Lana when loneliness hit me
I remember I used to talk to Brittany
Back in high school
You know, back in times when you wondered if your niggas really like you
Juxaposed with maturity that's newfound
in a life lulaoo
But fuck it, man, what really matters?
Most times we don't know what we're really after
I wish I could find the timeline just to move it backwards
My brother still weigh heavy on my soul
I'd split my body in 2 just to bring that nigga home
You know, the feast of the beast, the means of defeat
Back when niggas used to humble they speech
(Yea)
But I'm barely who I am, I'm just a breath of a seed
Eating apples of atom in the garden of Eve


Yea
Yea yea yea yea
(I think that's good)

suranpu. draft. (original slump version) (produced by kyo)

Yea
Yea (Shout out to all my brothers out there,  shout out to my brothers there)
Yea, uh 

Staring out the window, open prophecy on fin tho
Couple dollars on my card but my pockets full of lint tho
Apartment looking messy but I guess it's just the feel tho
You can't choose your friends but you can choose who you there for
The sky looking grayer than my charcoal nike air force
I don't mind the rain cuz the sun is still on vacay
Relationships burdened, love and trust is still on decay
Sometimes I wonder why they conditioned niggas to stay
Trapped in they mind, but hopefully escape the torment
What's the point of having back up if your friends are all torrents?
Me and P talking bout making moves, fuck it we touring
Maybe I'll find myself by moving thru dreams that flourished
Bumping pink suifi in P's navy blue nissan
Discussions about who's best right now and who getting sleeped on
One day I know I won't be here, I'll probably be gone
But these are things that I left behind that hopefully might keep on
Late night studio sessions with Xan, Jay and Rikan
We barely even record, we just talk shit and speak on
Things happening with ourselves, man I guess it's cool
To be around niggas that obviously do care bout you
I hit the street running (skrrt)
Texts from Ab, sheesh, they keep coming
Kanye playing from my phone, I hope he keep stunting
I know the boy still hurting from mom, man I knew this
Why niggas claim he crazy but still be bumping his music?
Bump that shit regardless, no matter, dog what the charges
But chill out, god ye, you do this shit way too often
Evolution in the game but nigga you off your rocker
Would 2003 Ye be proud of what you started?
Will be 2020 kyo be proud of what he's accomplished?
Or will I critique myself to the point I lose my mantras?
Will I critque myself to the point I lost myself?
Would I critique myself to the point I'm someone else?
But it doesn't matter, cuz life changes all perspective 
Who would've thought I would've made it past adolescence?
But here I am, kyo, with these rhymes did in 4
Notebook kinda full, I think it's time that I close
(For real, for real, na uh, now what's the, uh)
Uh
I think
I think it's 
I think it's 
I think it's really kinda funny when we moving thru the 5 (thru the 5!)
Yea
It's kinda funny, kinda funny
I mean, I think it's kinda funny when I'm moving thru the 5 and now niggas wanna give me fives and daps up on the slide, what's up?
Yea
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up
What's up, chh
(Sup, yea)

everything I am freestyle

Would you walk through fire to acquire what you desire? Share the feeling of my struggle to be recognized as a respected Emcee with this song Originally written in 2014.

Fame

(Formerly Kerins the Chef) 
Mike Martin - (Michael Martin Kerins) 
influences are Biggie, Pac, Nas, G-Unit, Wu-Tang, Kanye, Game, Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre, Three Six Mafia, James Brown and more. However, never at any point closing his mind from those genres that shaped his past.

Fame

Mike Martin

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