LYRICS:

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
x3

[Verse 1: Forte]
This the year they fear that I become unstoppable 
I'm at your mat or door like a matador thats atop a bull 
New year, a new me
That's what they hoping to see
But I never make appearances, got somewhere to be  
I been laying foundations, 
I might meet up with some Masons
I started out at the bottom, and I still hang with crustaceans
I be Stacking shiny shiny got my boy C right besides me
Everybody else behind me lighting fires on my heiney 
I swear you don't impress me, you just got me working harder
Looking down with bird's eye view like I been holding back the carter
Y'all be shaky on the fence while I be screaming out en garde 
If you got no damn disciples then there's no reason y'all should martyr 
This the year they done told us that this orange is the new black 
Looking at elections like "damn who let us do that?"
Looking for Obama like "damn, I need my dude back" 
Hope they put him on the fifty with a big grin and a du rag
I don't care about the money, that's never been the precedent 
But come this January I be praying for dead presidents 
I can spit this and leave evidence because I'm alabaster 
But if C would say the same then he would make his son a bastard
Now your boy is thinking backwards, every time a cop roll past us 
Sick as shit inside the whip, worried my best friend might get blasted 
Now I'm tripping like I'm acid 
People say, you must get past it 
So I'm looking to move forward like the people in the past did
I put my eyes upon these rappers actually actors if we truthful
Spitting lies under disguise of entertainment like a loop hole
Be grateful for this table and the food you put upon it,
Soon enough you gon be gone, your ice age ended by a comet
If you think that I'm a comic, see me stand up now
If you want a catchy hook, put your hands up now
If you want a catchy hook, turn this shit off now
This is founders day motherfuckers, resolutions start now 

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
x3

[Verse 2: C]
Yo, this is the first year
C was only birthed here 
I am not the one they cry about in their church prayer
I am non-fiction
And we're in the making
Of something higher than heavens
Of something greater than greatness
I told my mom I was gay and then she told me that she hated it
Looked at me like a monster
Man what a fucked up relationship
I don't fuck with relationships 
Smash and dash is the motto
I like my filling vanilla
So every smash is mulatto 
When you fucking with C and Forte 
You ain't gotta fake it no more
We got the dough to make the bread 
Ain't gotta break it no more
I bake when I'm bored
Creation like I'm space when I soar
It's true, I do
I let em know I never faked it before
It's a new year, but old me
Forte is the homie
What I heard in the streets is not the same as what you told me
I guess I'm calling out all the phonies
Just swap my name for my cock 
Make the resolution to blow me
If you think that you know me
Then say my name out loud
If you got something you owe me
See my hand out now 
If you got something you owe me 
You might get shot down
This is Founder's Day motherfucker
Lemme load next round
If you think that I'm a comic
See me stand up now
If you want a catchy hook 
Put your hands up now 
If you want a catchy hook 
Turn this shit off now
This is Founder's Day motherfucker 
Resolutions start now

Engineer: Collin Hearity 
Mixed By: Will Snyder
Produced By: Whodunit

Founder's Day

Resolutions

LYRICS: 

[Hook]
I want that legacy 
I want em all to remember me 
That legacy 
Don't give a fuck about some leather seats 
That legacy 
I want em all to remember me 
That legacy 
Willing to die with some enemies 
X2

[Verse 1: Forte]
Forget about your money I'm just coming for that top spot
Drive your Maserati I'm fine whipping in a Mazda 
Ever end up famous I upgrade it to a Honda 
Thinking that you flexing on my music you got nada
I swear to god ah, no swag, it's that true shit 
Whitest mother fucker, boy, your pigment where'd you lose it?
Nothing but a bullet gonna tear me from my music
Thinking that I'm frontin but it's you that you confused with 
Now who dis? They never saved me, it's the same phone 
Every time you see me I be stunting with my same ho 
Still while they be moving like I knew you was a lame bro 
It's a shame, asking bout my name as if you don't know 
You do tho 
I sit and burn a macanudo 
Watch you switch positions like the mission is a huge o
My god, I swear this shit rock 
I swear this shit roll 
No control, got em taking shots 
Cops out on a stroll 

[Bridge: C.]
If you're gonna fuck with, then fuck with me, let's go
You don't really fuck with me, if you fucked with me, I'd know
You say you're done with me, you're gonna miss the show
All I really want for me, I want for me 
X2

[Hook] X2

[Verse 2: C.]
Mic check 1,2 - 1,2 
They saying we'll never make it
But it's too untrue
They'd have my ass on a ship and back in Timbuktu 
Calling me Kunta, getting back to my roots
And you would still be on the Internet, listening to some other artist Who's trying their hardest to join something they'll never be part of
I bet they'll tell you they're the greatest and they're going the farthest
But turn em off cause they ain't reaping the harvest 
Because I'm reaping the harvest
When I cock it, know I'm hitting the target
If your shit makes em go insane then my shit makes em retarded
Don't worry about the end of me cause I'm just getting started
I'm never departed 
Like Leo find my way out the darkness
I want that legacy
Because no one's a threat to me 
You the greatest allegedly
But I'm a menace 
See, you just a tenant
Keys open the door like its sesame 
This shit is meant for me
No need for breaking and entering
Guarantee they all remember me
Guaranteed I'm making enemies
I wanna do all I can to be everything, everything, 
I want that Legacy

[Bridge] x2

Mixed by: Justin Hildreth
Produced by: Wonderlust

Legacies

LYRICS:

[Verse 1: C.]
I must be out my fucking mind
I must love just wasting time
I must look like so insane
To Meek and Eul
To change my name
To rock these chains
I must be what you expect
I must always know what's next
I must be like having sex and signing checks and taking names and breaking necks
I must be like the baddest in the game
I must not be in it for the fame
I must really love my fans
And wipe they ass
And shake some hands
And do that dance
And be that man
Like bitch what man
Like bitch what fans
I am not the topic of discussion
Cuz real talk
They bluffin
And real talk
I'm nothing to them
I'm just living like I live for something
I drown em out just like a wave and then I rise above em

[Chorus: C.]
Now they label me as H2O
They don't label me as straight no mo (no mo)
Never hear him on the radio
They changed his name
It's H2O
Now they label me as H2O
They don't label me as straight no mo (no mo)
They told him no despite his flow
They changed his name
It's H2O
Quid pro quo

[Verse 2: Forte]
I must be out my mind and I guess that's fine
I'm sick of every rapper name and prize being dollar signs
I need a collar sized, check your daughters eyes,
I'm a dog,
I'm the living walking proof they making princes from a frog
You could put me up in Disney, have the city in a tizzy,
Take Orlando in my hands tho I doubt you coming with me
Imma get this shit in gear, all you homies acting shifty
Listen, I christen, 
Every decision, 
With words up from the stereo, 
Engine on a ferry boat, 
Faring well with waves, while my homies always stay afloat
I might just be the water too, living like the Buddah do,
Zen philosophy, it's trendy so they copy me,
I still ain't found Nirvana 'cept the cd Kurt copped for me
Romeo and Juliets are stashed up in my humidor,
Star cross faded, what'd you lose your sense of humor for?
Hoover or some beavers, got em always saying damn,
They drove the Chevy to the levy, it was dry, that was the plan
I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the motherfucking man!

[Chorus: Forte]
Now they label me as H2O
They don't label me as fake no mo (no mo)
Never hear him on the radio
They changed his name
It's H2O
Now they label me as H2O
They don't label me as fake no mo (no mo)
They told him no despite his flow
They changed his name
It's H2O
Quid pro quo

[Chorus]

Mixed by: Justin Hildreth
Produced By: Profestesa Beats

Quid Pro Quo

[Chorus]
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Now what we could be 
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Now do you believe
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What do you see
Tell me, Tell me, Tell me
All that we could be

[Verse 1: C.]
Look,  I been feeling you for a minute 
Tried to keep it real with you from beginning
School’s out for the summer but 
You still tryna test these limits
Sometimes you’re so uncalled for
Ignore my calls, like all four
Then you hit me with the sad face
And once again I’m all for it
All of my brothers been telling me that you no good for me,
They just tryna have my back
Sometimes I wonder if we keep in touch 
Just so that I still have reasons for writing a rap
Honestly I used to fuck with you 
But that was then and I just can not live in the past
How would your girlfriend react if she seen what you sent to me?
Boy you really showed your ass -
Oh - 
It’s so hard to let the past go 
We was moving kinda fast, woah
Rode it like you had a lasso
Can’t stop thinking about the last O
Why won’t you make up your mind?
Why am I always the one who finds that he got left behind?
Why, oh why, so hard to find
I try, I put in overtime
The worst thing you can do is let me down
I been there before and I always pick myself up off the ground
So what you gonna tell me now?

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Forte]
I hit the ground and dust off, man
I’m really feeling like Dustin Hoffman
In the Graduate, now ain’t that some shit
I’m infatuated by the way you waited
For a match of wits, now the match is lit
I had a streak but I think you broke it
For as many texts as we open,
So many words left unspoken
Twenty too with an attitude
Tell me what her daddy do 
Really wanna know what the body do
Really wanna see her in a body suit, woah
Soon enough she got me talking bout the real Joe
Like damn, what I got into?
She says she a bad person, tell her I am too 
Look me in the eyes like “What we do?”
I tell her I ain’t done girl, how bout you? 
I think that you might be on the type of shit I’m all about
Lately I been thinking you the only one to hold me down
I think that I might be on the type of shit you’re all about 
Lately I been thinking it might be different I was around 
But I’m not and that makes it hard 
You need to step like stomp the yard 
Cause the drunk texts where I just flex make me stressed
Not the best with these words but it’s not about sex
Got a beautiful mind, and you’re fucking up mine
John Nash on a crash course, look at the time
Flies by like a drive by, make a grown man cry
If you by my side than I’m thinking it’s fine
But that’s the problem, ain’t it? 
Yeah you know I hate it
We grown now, gets complicated
I said that, you look back like
Damn boy, you so belated,
But damn boy, I’m glad you made it
And damn girl, I’m glad I’m here, 
but next time I see you, I need you 
To not disappear, so

[Chorus]

Tell Me

[Verse 1: Forte]
This the credit roll, so please let them credits roll,
It's only me and C. up on the screen, the true incredibles
Confusing pedestals for presences on stages,
Eating edibles at festivals in hopes of penning extra pages
Assholes asking if my lack of blackness so contagious
I tell em C. don't give a fuck about their expectations
Interviews that turn into some awkard conversations
Thank your lucky stars that we so calm and probably twice as gracious
Even back when we were dorming the storm was already forming
Throwing punches like we Tyson, up in grills just like we Foreman]
We seeping in and Jonesing quick, and pumping out Osmosis hits
Rap as fluid as the ocean is, us homies like the Moses's
I told C. they would fuck with this, let's cross it off the bucket list
We started writing public shit and started causing ruckuses 
Was always feeling empty so I told them up on stage
And it's as scary as I thought but you could never make me trade

[Verse 2: C.]
I think it's time for celebration
Speech from the delegation in the making
Tl;dr We about to sweep the nation
Pen in hand 
They already trying to test my patience 
Hip hop duo leaves the game in disfiguration 
This right here the type of shit to leave a legacy
"You not black"
"You can't rap"
They breathed heavily
Hand in the air if you feel you can relate
Because of that 
The people I loved is the people I hate
And the people I hate are always in the back of my mind
They make me reminisce and wish I could just click and rewind
13G was where my life was truly defined 
And Forte would say the same 
Because our pasts intertwine
I didn't know I wanted this so bad
First it made forte glad
On top of that it really made meek mad
But now I know without a doubt  that this is something that I gotta have 
I got this thing about a lotta cash

[Verse 3: C./FORTE]
Cash money
Ass money
G's on the dash money
Feeling like a playboy like I smashed a bunch a past bunnies 
It's half funny, all my Exes think I'm lovely 
I'm shooting even farther than the heaven that's right above me
It's founder's day that they bumping
Sent our shoes out for some buffing 
We warring like we buffet, we finally going public 
Really don't give a fuck if you hate it or if you love it
The syndicate is the greatest
Embrace it 
It's no discussion

Joe Forte's Album

[Verse 1: C.]

It’s the, return of the, No Swag brothers 
O-Town life, everyday like summer 
So It like we came straight from the gutter
Next tape so crown, this year ain’t stutter
C so crazy, CMD raised me
24 living, no prison, no baby
“Ooh I think he just checked out my man!”
Bitch maybe 
Never satisfied, I got big dick cravings
I’m just saying, cowabunga on it if I catch your man waving
Different colors wanted, black, brown, caucasian 
Peanut butter nutter so cream, so tasty, so gay daily
“Dude, stop talking cause you’re making me sick”
Dude, word, you can’t hang when it come to the dick?
“Why can’t you fake it til you make it like the other ones did?”
Cause Imma show the world the game is just a manmade rig
Full of man made kids, like who’s stopping us
See my future a mile away with binoculars, 
Gotta go the distance like I uber with helicopters
I look good doing it too, I got uber personal shoppers
That Audemar all my watches, you watching?
All I see is jaws dropping
That’s the kid that whipped the ‘99 and told me to hop in?
He kid not even exes, haters, frienemies, coppers or even family is stopping? 
C. Breezy, let’s get it poppin’ 

[Bridge]

Street Fighter!
USA!
Oh!
Oh!

[Verse 2: Forte]

I’m the Ryu of writing these haikus
I’m getting too high too, I’m wrecking my IQ
Reppin’ No Swag, it’s the ride or die crew,
I’m lighter than Snow White but writing like Ice Cube
It’s the, No Swag but we awfully fresh
I got my hoe pimp walking, yeah, we both finesse
I don’t really give a fuck if I don’t impress
But I’m back and better like the truck from Hess
Ah yes, still roc la familia 
Lotta ya flows sound familiar 
Yall as crooked as the cops out in Philly, huh
In the streets tryna free Meek Milli up 
I hope he Milly Rock across the cell and Philly block
I wouldn’t cop probation if I killed a cop
They sayin’ racism is dead, but it’s really not
Power is a pyramid and white is at the tippy top
Let’s topple it homie, this is Metropolis only
They treat the crown as a trophy
But they don’t know that it’s holy,
I built this chronicle slowly, 
The hole is bottomless mostly,
But you ain’t catch me in the rye, 
I’m not a goalie 

Produced by: DICES (@iamdices)
Mixed by: Justin Hildreth

Chun-Li Remix

This is a demo from years ago that never got finished. We've had a ton of requests to drop this somewhere, so here it finally is, in all its incomplete, unmixed glory. 

LYRICS:

[Chorus - C.]
Stressed out, could probably use a little head
Ego big, could probably use a little head
Doing anything I can just to get ahead
Doing anything I can to get them into bed 
x2

[Verse 1 - Forte]
I know I'm a hypocrite, I see the differences
I wanna do addition but been minusing 
So I can see what the difference is, 
I wasn't listening 
I guess it's so usual
I know that they use you
I paid attention, but you failed to mention
That you figured out that I do too 
You know how rumors go, 
You know how rumors grow,
When I'm in town, all your friends hang around 
But the day that I leave then they never down
Like we gon' fuck around
I wish they'd stop it, 
We are not gossip
We are no topic 
I will not talk to you in a 3 on 1
I can't lose focus for anyone
So I've been asking myself if I'm different
From kids I've been dissing, insisting they listen
To words I've been spitting as if I have risen
From Easter on Dead
I need some head
Put me to bed
I need some rest
I give her my best
She says give it a rest
Asking for answers I cannot attest
Keep to myself but I give her the rest

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
(I need some head)
I said I didn't need you
And I swear I meant that shit
(I need some head)
I said I meant that shit
I really wish I meant that shit 
x2

[Verse 2 - C.]
Playing tag like kids do
Taught myself not to miss you
Taught myself how to be alone
No swag, no issue
No texts, no calls
I'm Facebook stalking
Wish I didn't have the time
So I'm taking clocks off the walls
Take me back to them summer days
Summer puff, summer head, all in that summer shade
This is the closest that I've ever been to Heaven
Hate that I'm missing you now
Hate that I lost what I found
Know I was jumping around
I'm trying to get off the ground 
Got me tied, got me bound
You were just pulling me down
Give me head right now
Gimme, gimme head now
Who do you know in this town?
Who else is holding you down?

[Bridge 2]
(I need some head)
I said I didn't need you
And I swear I meant that shit
(I need some head)
I said I meant that shit
I really wish I meant that shit 
x2

[Chorus]

A Little Head

Orlando Rap Duo  |  No Swag Syndicate | No Swag Syndicate

New EP "Don't Trip" coming January 19th.

Press/Booking: management@noswagsyndicate.com

C./FORTE

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