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1. |
Lake
03:31
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I woke up today
I dream about cake
Big fish in a lake
They use me as bait
Don't try me today
I no longer wait
They boxed me out
I'm finding a way
They fill me with rage
They'd rather see me dead or in a cage
From a young age
I knew after death is when you're praised
Life is a maze
We search to get back to the good ole days
Nostalgia is craved
But what can I crave when my past was pain?
The world was insane
They ain't care about my character or my brain
They viewed me the same
As criminals with grillz and a chain
Heroes die in vain
Cause kinfolk rather see you slain
Then they're singing your name
The hood's a waste of time, it will never change
I woke up today
I dream about cake
Big fish in a lake
They use me as bait
Don't try me today
I no longer wait
They boxed me out
I'm finding a way
I'm not ya homie
You want to enrich you and your cronies
I think that's phony
With friends like that, I'd rather be lonely
Your disdain for me
Is clear as day, the resentment is deep
When you're mentioning me
You're pissed that flames are released when my pen is unleashed
You envy my talents
And the skills and the brain I easily balance
You're drowning in malice
Demonizing a King won't build you a palace
My hands now have Callus
From stiff arming leeches who always act childish
Scumbags are the proudest
The Weakest in the room is always the loudest
I woke up today
I dream about cake
Big fish in a lake
They use me as bait
Don't try me today
I no longer wait
They boxed me out
I'm finding a way
They need a campaign
To raise money for nefarious things
Your body's a prop
They don't give a damn that your neighbor got shot
They scream F the cops
Their real plot is to see you get dropped
Then they'll have you doxxed
Cause their soul is ice shaped like a block
Their for the culture? Please stop
I hope they're soul eternally rot
They pushing ideals
Distract you from the fact that they blatantly steal
You waiting for meals
But I can see they're tossing you crumbs
All of us aren't dumb
Your soul is a lake they drain 'til they get you numb
I woke up today
I dream about cake
Big fish in a lake
They use me as bait
Don't try me today
I no longer wait
They boxed me out
I'm finding a way
Surrounded by corruption, they all compromised
I stomp the lies from activists who prophesied a revolution, you ever met a nuisance who thinks your dead body has better uses than resting in peace? Dead men bring wallets relief
Create confusion, that's a problem with me
Illusions from the media's collusion
They're full of it... like an ad for Metamucil
A better future is what you're building for your Cartel only ... your 2 cents may be useless, but its far from lonely
Souls can't be bounded by chains when they're grounded in truth
Yeah its clear that I'm the fountain of youth..
They gas lighting and I found that as proof
They use me as bait to reel in the riches they can't swim in to grab themselves
I can tell, they're a walking sickness
They have a wish list and we're just useless fishes if we can't be the tools to bring the gifts they see on pinterest
That's a coded sentence cause the WOKE media so offended they're mad that I don't have a Co-defendant the only time I kill's on rhymes cause I'm the coldest wit it, there's no pretending that I'm not an Outcast and the flows acidic
I'm in the dungeon and ima outlast every chosen menace
Who selling loud packs with the poles extended
Yeah they doubt that and I'm so offended
Im not about it but I can't keep losing
I'm just tired of Everybody trying to use me
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2. |
LUNCH
03:13
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Feast on rappers... for lunch!
Sink my teeth in, just to hear the crunch!
Hunting season, IT'S FUN!
At the buffet, eat as many as I want
I took a break but in my heart I'm a fanatic
Not cooking crack on the track gave me withdrawals like an addict
The notepad was still in my the pocket of my jacket
I stayed ready, inspiration hits me like a shock of static
I'm underground, but if I blow the opps would get Asthmatic
Talking bout [grabs inhaler] "ohh he nice, I hope his songs don't get no traction"
A picture's a thousand words, my verse a thirst trap with no caption
My product Deadstock, your songs are cooked kicks wrapped in plastic
game's in a headlock bro, lyrical noogies crafting classics
Getting Cred's my goal, my thank you note is on a napkin
And I pledge my vote on who will surpass the freshman classes
Off the Meds, I know, but killing beats seem so attractive
Soldiers fled my post, I drop bombs in each line wit passion
Left me for dead, but my flow got 9 lives, do the math bitch
Bedrock flows, since the stone age you were trash kid
Headshots bro, I'm off the heezy against these draft picks
Feast on rappers... for lunch!
Sink my teeth in, just to hear the crunch!
Hunting season, IT'S FUN!
At the buffet, eat as many as I want
My work ethic will get gold medals.
"So ghetto" is not my brand, won't be crushed at gatekeepers hands like Rose petals
I won't settle
Run off more steam than 4 Kettles
When life tried to Strong Arm me, I went Lance Armstrong on the pedal
A rollercoaster, but we weathered the storm of better rides
On the web they lie, crafting a web of lies for better lives
Cooking in the Crop's cream, and yeah I better rise
Not valuing sheets will lay the bed of your demise
My mind be all over but my madness has a method
They think that they're on point and their skills don't need perfecting
They more focused on which girl they'll eat for breakfast
a packed house to brag bout who gets more bitches, a Ghost town when talking who the best is
My skill is next to none, I learn from lessons
That's how I became a sniper in these sessions
My skills will not be questioned
Sheep are at my beck and call
I'm still scoring despite the foul play, no need to get the refs involved
Feast on rappers... for lunch!
Sink my teeth in, just to hear the crunch!
Hunting season, IT'S FUN!
At the buffet, eat as many as I want
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3. |
Too Easy
02:40
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But I can't, my chump change is what I needs for songs
WTF y'all know 'bout that type of discipline?
I want property in Queens, Maryland & Michigan
I plan to dominate this small pond that I'm fiishing in
I want to get a bag, don't give a f**k 'bout where the bit*hes is
Not flipping bricks, just spitting crack and getting rich
Gripping tricks in my magic hat
Back to back, you just sit and binge watch my tracks expand your mind while you reminisce
On the freedom you had when you ain't care about fitting in
Not a sitting lick, my only friends are stocks and dividends
Not giving in, my principles are strong and I'm not switching it
Leave slugs in the booth, don't matter which hand you pitch it with
Limitless no matter what space I'm living in
This too easy, I'm 2-3 during Flu season
I birthed 'em I'm the reason why you breathing
more vivid than a cartoon, it's a new season
Flex like Johnny Bravo til I'm one of the few eating
Ugly duckling transformed in to my optimus prime
Their egos getting rocked cause I shine when I'm dropping these lines
My stocks on the climb
Unique by design without trying
I was trated like a foster child that's why I adopted a rhyme
Don't flock to the dimes I learned that's a waste of my time
Time's better spent on a steady pace with my grind
Drop bombs like Saddam Hussein
The road to riches looks like the car pool lane
I am different we are not 2 things alike besides being alive
My bars are blue flames
I'm far beyond mood swings or arguing
I have the heart of 2 kings with the lyrical spark of Wu-tang
I'm more bite than bark I'm on par with Luke Cage
But I'm bizarre, more meals means more scars for my two fangs
My skills afford me more than a car and a boo thang
I got this far alone without a crew who bangs but Mars will be the ceiling of what my labor's fruit brings
This too easy, I'm 2-3 during Flu season
I don't need you, him or her neither
I don't move without motivation from 2 demons
your fear and doubt just gave me 2 reasons
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4. |
The Price of Arrogance
02:29
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A loud mouth makes a quiet fall
No sympathy, we ain't crying for ya
You on you're own, we ain't dying for ya
A sharp tongue's why you die on the sword
It's hard to make sense of sh*t, in a world full of censorship
They feed sugar coated lies instead of the evil things they implement
We're only prepared for our sentencing
You might stand out if your name's Mfasis
But their behavior brings 'em quick Benjamin's
It brings about clout that everybody's thirsting for
They taking pills til it don't hurt no more
With a gun in their hand for the gram
pocket full of bands dying their hair a new color is the plan
Long term I don't think these ideas stand a chance
But you can't tell 'em sh*t when he's feeling like the man
But I ain't trying to sound preachy or be a hypocrite
Plus I don't give a shit
As long as I'm free its not my business who's in the midst of a prison stint
Wishing they had Christmas gifts
Another reason I can't say much is I don't know much more than they do
So my advice won't hold more weight than the money they're a slave to
So don't get pressed, when it's time for your ego to cut the check
I grew up where there was bravado oozing out the concrete
We learned to thump our chest to avoid being what The Don's eat
the food chain wasn't your only problem
even fake Alpha's are chewing up goblins
You get clowned for not knowing your way around the world....
...But not knowing can lead to prematurely being the muse for a mural
Another Mr. Know-it-all roaming the streets
Ready to go to war for what he believes
My talent got me this far
The plot ends with this star
Getting bigger than the jeans on Kriss Kross if I can control it
I know its wiser to be stoic
As the youth we don't see we're more awkward than a prom pic
days go by quicker than Sonic
I promised myself my will will get me to the promised land
Don't know if that makes me arrogant or confident
this very attitude is the thing that makes me a hot spitta
I don't got hittaz, so the humble approach would be the wiser choice
But either way my demise are going to bring them joy
So I'm all heart, bleeding lyrics, these guys rap like anemic boys
But if I shoot myself in the foot, I can't get upset when its time for my ego to cut the check
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Looking for Me
03:54
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I heard they're looking for me
A recipe for disaster's what they cooking for me
And I don't wanna hang unless you booking homie
And my shows ain't free I ain't a rookie homie
So don't take me for one
No sponsor, just work and strategy
I will conquer casually
I go bonkers and spazz on the beat
Don't care if you get mad at me
They mad that my focus is my business
They want to get close so they can flip like gymnast
I reached out last year and got a cold shoulder
Now they're getting rolled over
A roster's not be the best place for me
I don't need you to make a plate for me
They wouldn't make space for me
Now I'm elbowing through the fray and breaking free, BREAKING FREE!
I heard they're looking for me
A recipe for disaster's what they cooking for me
And I don't wanna hang unless you booking homie
And my shows ain't free I ain't a rookie homie
So don't take me for one
You get the most hate from those who feel threatened by you
The end goal is where I have my eyes glued
I'm skeptical whenever they slide through
Talking out they ass, I'm better off taking hair advice from Caillou
Every critique has been thrown in my direction
Never given a fair chance to begin with
soon they'll want redemption
May not have the whole plan mapped out
But I won't crap out
They turned their backs, now their back
Cause I proved that I'm a cash cow!
They mad I circumvented the industry and most of the serpents in it
My enemies make it their purpose to curse my business
I'm free to make art, in the lab becoming the perfect chemist
They rather the talent be Indebted for years
Throw me under the bus and laugh while I'm shedding the tears
I heard the industry and hell is one in the same
the yin to my yang
No wonder my art is reckless but tame
I'm flooded with flames
Future artists will study my game
I heard they're looking for me
A recipe for disaster's what they cooking for me
And I don't wanna hang unless you booking homie
And my shows ain't free I ain't a rookie homie
So don't take me for one
Can't trust the veterans, they steady looking for new heat to leach off
They don't appreciate their beach homes
They still crave attention new artist get on each song
They won't give a hand unless a benefit for them is clear
But then expect you to save their career
They're leveraging clout against kids who mostly have melanin
So many young talents I wish were my peers are skeletons
They've been chewed up and spat out, then flat out have to let it settle in
I'm ready to handle whatever reality has to offer
My story has more twist than a plot from the best authors
Married to the game, confess my love at the altar
I gave my all to the culture
I rise to the occasion and relish in the moment
Opponents try to clone this but don't own it their attempts sound phoned in
That's what you get for trying to keep up with the Jones'
God given gift sent to my dome makes it easy to have all this soul sowed in
I'm the COLDEST!
I heard they're looking for me
A recipe for disaster's what they cooking for me
And I don't wanna hang unless you booking homie
And my shows ain't free I ain't a rookie homie
So don't take me for one
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6. |
The Grapevine
03:08
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The Pinnacle
03:35
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8. |
At a Crossroad
04:43
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9. |
Hit The Soul
05:26
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10. |
Paper Chase
02:37
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All my life
I dream of space
And a place where I safe
So I'm on a paper chase
Yeah I'm on the paper chase yeah
Lex said get em so I got em
I kill the game no problem
Its game over when I spot em
I hear a beat and Red Dot 'em
Unchained and unhinged
Its a train wreck on the fringe
Your L's are a Saga you won't binge
My L's were hard, but I won't bend
You follow trends once you're roped in
I cut ties that I won't mend
My words burn like peroxide once it's soaked in, cut em open
The life I chose I can handle
I came from a family of gamblers
I never said I had answers
But I got more grit than a panther
We stress over all the trivial things
Its a mess, but we concealing the rings
under our eyelids cause for material things we are blinded when diamonds go bling
They're dancing whenever we sing
But can't see the pain that stings
Its skin deep and it pins me to sanity's brink, do the fans of me think
Or peep the dark poems I cover pink?
I don't know, but my role's to be candid on ink
I speak for those whose voices will shrink
I sit back while society sink
A cold world, rap like I'm wearing a mink
I glide on beats like a Skate Rink
The game's Oracle, my bars are Chainlink'd, not even blockchain could contain me
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11. |
Rampage
02:17
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12. |
Elitism
03:20
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13. |
When it Rains Pt. 1
02:09
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Being pulled in 8 different directions
Fighting this lull I've been in...
Depression keeps blocking my chances to start flexing
Or maybe I'm just humbled by nature
My life is specific and tailored
Not a waiter, manners ain't in the heat I serve
I tried knowledge, but they only respect when its dead competition I cater
I think Thought-provoking poets only sounds good to them on paper
I struggled with time management
I can't neglect my peace of mind,
Time is vanishing, running from stress, but I ain't pressed
I could use a nap, thunderstorms is when I get my best rest
Had insomnia during my school-days
I refuse to lose sleep, turning a new page and these lessons aren't cheap
Money can muddy up Conversations with folks
Forced smiles and silence are replacing the jokes
I feel attacked when I'm on the receiving end of deceiving friends and snakes trying to weasel in
Maybe I'm lucky to be a loner, I had time to decipher what I see within
I'm learning patience, since the world's patience is needle thin
The world is rigged, but I'll bring it to a Bended knee
I gingerly break down every insecurity
Going numb, less things offend me
Tunnel vision, I only tend to beats
My mark on the craft will leave a dent with ease
People think I'm an absurd misfit
They observe the gifted and it only gets a blurb mention
Absurd isn't it?
Curb the tension and aim it at those you don't understand
Perception is being reversed, while they twirl & spin and get my words twisted
My word's inching closer to truth
Aloof cause their buying the propaganda, while trying to mind your business
I was called a weak turd,
Strength in numbers, I have an army of pens and rhyming words, now they're shocked to see how much this nerd's benching
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14. |
When it Rains Pt. 2
03:53
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Mfasis New York
Born Terrell Williams on August 22, 1996, Mfasis (pronounced "Emphasis") is a prolific hip hop artist/songwriter from Queens, NY. He has released 3 projects so far: "The Daydreamer EP", "Chip on My Shoulder" and "Hear No Evil". With an eye on the future he is becoming more relentless and gearing up for his next project. ... more
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