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Carefree

by Fineprint Misread

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    12 track mixtape with 4 bonus tracks as well as alternate covers and a cover of my upcoming EP.
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[Fineprint] "The Present and The Future" <08/01/2012> 4:56AM To 6:49AM Up 4 an' 5 in the mornin, like I'm flyin in from tourin But I'm juz perfectin the flow, grind 'til I'm snorin My mind is explorin to find a rhyme that's allurin An' separates me from the weak, 'cause when they rhyme, they borin Miseducated on life, I'm juz implyin I'm Lauryn Call niggaz on they bullshit, they imply that we warrin On the defensive end, I'm implyin you're Warren I'm takin this like the Heat, can't deny that I'm scorin Rain's fallin like it's hail; can't deny that it's pourin I got the drive like a bat out of Hell; nigga, I'm floorin Anything for exposure; I'm attention-whorin An' I'ma vye for attention 'til my whip is foreign Labeled lazy 'cause I don't wanna rap where they performin I have my own plan, so I creep like global warmin Can't wait 'til these old heads rock the sour lip 'Cause I'm on a leer wit' Kanye -- call that shit a power trip An' I ain't done, I'm juz warmin up That 16 was juz the calm, I'm still brain-stormin up Nope, I ain't never stood over a stove wit' pots But I'm in the struggle, sleepin on a broke-down cot A hustler's a pig, don't fly straight Silverback on my back, you'd die from the stress of my weight I hate niggaz who miss the point of a message Try to set 'em straight, but they never ever catch it These hoes stay thirsty, no beverage For once can I get a lady wit' some sense, not ratchet An' wretched; mad wit' yo life so you disparage Everything a nigga do, bitch; you'll never see marriage Baby, get a "clue" like the board game This Chess, you playin Sorry; miss me wit' the bored game Can't afford dames couture claims, ignorin your's One day I'll buy out the store's floors 'Til then, I write my thoughts, let the words speak Stay away from the snakes wit' the bird beaks Work to be in a power circle, that's word to Meek An' spend $5000 on a pair of sneaks See Esco an' I a pair of geeks But he looks for convo, an' I juz want a pair of freaks Guess that contradicts what I said before So please don't give a shit 'bout what I said before I only love her if her pussy tight Let the coochie be deep, I'll sink into it like the beat when I write Please God, let the apple be sweet, give me a bite Some Dior pussy to quench my appetite Get it right, I never lose sight Juz lose track of who's wise when they join fools in a fight I have Ferrari dreams but a Mickey D's budget At least I'm not fakin wealth, so fuck it You're fabricated, poetic claims fall on deaf ears All big words, no flow, abandoned by your peers Work at bein relatable, you might shine Speak to people on their level an' you might find What it means to be a emcee Ya'll juz cypher all day; shit, it couldn't be me To get respect, you need clout Half of ya'll are derelicts 'cause you failed to figure that out Hold up, Idk what I'm spittin 'bout now Juz goin wit' the flow; click, click, pow I need a super-thick chick, so I can dick her down Endin this right here; haters simmer down
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[Fineprint] "28 Bars of Iron" <09/15/2012> 7:41PM To 8:44PM Why these niggaz be rappin an' makin stale statements Ya'll niggaz ain't ballin, juz tailgatin I spit semi-autos like Meth, leave shellcasings So Hip-Hop cops can follow that like snail tracings Bitches be all in my catalog -- Avon Cops wanna box us by color -- crayon But I ain't goin down without a struggle -- Trayvon Peep as I line these niggaz like viscose rayon Big word flow, an' I perfectly spit it Murk an' diminish these rookies playin like the Merchant of Venice I swallow pussy juice, spit lesbians You can't fuck wit' my flow; end scene for the thespians I walk it like pedestrians, you talk like the rumor mill This ain't no gangsta shit but you can get touched wit' the ruger steel Shoot to kill, shatter his grill an' rip his belly Fuck a witness, my face is never seen like Wizard Kelly I got more beef than delicatessens, under heavy possession My soul's in steady progression, hope you're ready for lessons I'm digressin an' stressin, blessin mics, leavin ya'll in sections Caressin words wit' tenderness like I'm verbally sexin Haven't spit like this in ages When I do this fuckin shit I tend to piss in faces I come equipped wit' phasers, an' my wrist is glacier Colder than Drake's voice in Ice Age, let's get this paper I just pissed off haters, an' every so-called lyricist 'Cause they hear Misread an' realize they're nowhere ill as this Deal wit' it, I'm genius wit' every rhyme I invent Fuck around an' make Fineprint
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[Fineprint] "Charlie BARS" <09/13/2012> 1:26AM To 2:51AM If you're ready, on your mark, get set Let's go, I'm movin thru life like a Lear jet In private... in secret No regrets, make my word an' I keep it The pursuit of happiness, I seek it If I find it, I might leak it But your beauty is a beacon that leads to my pot of gold Your heart is my goal Tell the Leprechauns to let go Enamored by your beauty, fail to touch your soul But I reach deep... Shang Tsung Work magic in ya pussy, David Blaine tongue Not Mandigo, but I'm hung Even if I hit once, it'll be a wonder -- William Hung I won't stop 'til I collapse a lung Or you blow me like kush in a bong I'm the one, no Jet Li Swagg an' class over medleys Keep ya Red Monkeys, I rock Lees Snapbacks an' Black Metal tees Still M.O.R, even if I'm Pop We are individual, so stop Wit' that category shit, can't box me in Not a 90's cat, fuck optin in I'm droppin out, I don't do Boom Bap Get ya gloom tunes slapped, you dudes are pum pum wit' rap An' I'm the dude that's rude, been crude since middle school So clap Flip the bird, grip my dick like I'm about to fap ... this was meant to be positive But I have to address the haters an' fakers Who have a lotta lip ... like Donatella Versace Everybody can't sound like Pac or Biggie Ya'll juz stir up sumpin nauseous in me Hardcore now, but I'm off it really Ya'll actin hard like you 'bout to garner Emmys I'm crystal meth mixed wit' Martin Remy Always fire when I play my cards right like Remy Plenty niggaz think they nice, but really Ya'll by-products an' ya art is silly If I throw shots, I'm Bosh, nothin but heat Prep school flow, nothin but neat My book is stocked like the market Fineprint Misread come wit' bars like Charlie Bartlett
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[Fineprint] "Fineprint Style" 09/08/2012 6:24PM To 7:07PM Let the sprinklers run, I'm about to make you workout; no legwarmers Make you sweat, pump pump, be a freak for me an' keep the bed warmer Early mornin like Tom Joyner, I'm hit that like a snooze button This'll be similar to Zumba class; shake ya ass, move somethin I'm Fineprint, now drop the top like a 911 Porsche Go down on me, I'll go down on you of course; wax it 'til ya go hoarse Usually my flow is coarse, I switched it up an' took a smoother course Flowin poetic, these emcees synthetic; pathetic so I bang the hammer like I'm Norse Eat my shorts, I grind, baby, like the gears in a Hublot Tryin to be icey like Gucci so you can marvel at that hue glow Yeah, the chain's full of tourmaline; I'm blessed, above the gift like ornaments Got love an' game like tennis tournaments; I killed the comp, bring mourners in Shine like the Sun, bring mornin in; if I'm not the champ, then I'm gonna win Why live righteous? We were born to sin; I get live, goin Lorne again... An' that's Fineprint Style
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[Fineprint] "Great Feelings" <09/11/2012> 1:35AM To 3:01AM Verse 1: So open to this new life, see it in a new light Freedom wit' new rights, notebook full of new writes Focused when I do write, an' it's true when I write Truth of my soul composed on a scroll In part or in whole, Satan can't have my mind Naysayers? Left 'em behind Music grind, focused like a Ritalin binge Switched the style, now they hate me again Oh well, can't please 'em, good enough reason To leave 'em, niggaz juz change like seasons Fair-weather friends, enemies alike Can all take a hike; seein shit in hindsight Tryin to get my mind right, positive thoughts But the negative vibes keep knockin me off I'm stoppin the talk, an' makin the moves I got everything to gain, so I refuse to lose {1:57AM 09/11/2012} Verse 2: To all the ladies hypnotized by the glamour Never judge by the cover, that book could be the answer To your heartache, stress, apprehension Ones you count out could be your ascension Pointless like letters to Santa Futile when every guy has been brutal Don't need ya eyes blacked like a panda Excuse my corny humor, juz tryin to loose you Don't let me lose you, I'm here to uplift Good feelin without pickin up a spliff You want bliss, it's in ya eyes Starships meant for flight, let your spirit rise Get higher, relax an' release Let ya hair down, dance to the beat This is your night, dancin free Everything'll be alright, now sing with me {2:25AM 09/11/2012} Verse 3: I'm blessed, above the gift like ornaments Got love an' game like tennis tournaments I killed the comp, bring mourners in Shine like the Sun an' bring mornin in I kno I'm not the champ, but I'm gonna win I said this before, but it's on again Why live righteous? We were born to sin I get live, goin Lorne again An' you kno me, when I do it, I do it to death My shit is usually def Raw upfront like a sushi chef Learned alot, but got tutelage left Think I don't kno how the game has changed But I switched up juz to reign like James Changed lanes, good feeling in my veins Happy again, singin in the rain {2:54AM 09/11/2012}
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[Fineprint] "Another Episode" <09/14/2012> 7:38AM To 8:27AM I need money to maintain; this rap shit ain't a game I'm in it for all the riches, only lames chase fame But I'm aware I need fame to attain wealth, technicality So I'm workin on makin hits; hunger's my reality The factual account of what's actual Dealin wit' my fallacies, strugglin's a allergy Sufferin, burnin calories, dreamin of higher salaries Writin all my days juz to hear niggaz laugh at me An' I'm in college gettin a shitty degree Did it for a girl, the scholar route ain't for me She don't love me for me, but I love her so much Should juz love her for pussy, an' juz fuck her for such 'Cause it feel good, feel real good Feels so good an' a nigga can't deny it It's so good, I swear it's so good Real, real, real good; that's why I had to write it I'm lyin... shit, I never hit that But that drop sounded ill, so I'll peeled my fuckin lid back An' pulled out somethin dope to show my versa-steez We are not the same; kid you kno my expertise I am creative, my skill is like a Spirit Bomb I draw from the people then put it in a song You might be futuristic, but you are still my son So I'll be "brief" wit' what I'm "saiyan"; you are juz a pawn... An' that's all...
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[Fineprint] "Cherished Ones" 09/26 - 27/2012 10:39PM To 1:11AM Fuck a friend, fuck an acquaintance Fuck having a bitch as a friend if I can't fuck that acquaintance (Gimme that pussy, bitch!) Fuck etiquette, I ain't tryin to love these hoes (Never...) Nothin but gold diggers; fuck these hoes Fuck punchlines, just give me a fuckin .9 I'll shoot the next fuck who questions my emotion or grind I'm sick of all these lil' rap critics who can't spit, just bullshit widdit Fraudulent lyrics, fakin prolific; receive my middle digit (Up your's!) Can't knock me off my pivot (Nuh-uhn...) I'm a figure skater wit' perfect balance an'so much talent That one thought could create a new planet I'd rather be nefarious than debonair an' gallant (Believe me!) Let's get dangerous, I smell shit an' it's foul Single file hoes, I'm flowin thru beauty like the Nile Such denial, thinkin you're hot when you're wet twat Come harder; that can't be all you got (Are you serious, man?) One shot in the air, two to the face like Huey P. For non-believers who don't spit congruently Approach me, pussies; I'll fill up ya walls like asbestos Want beef? I'll come wit' iron in hand like a cestus (Aim and squeeze...) Deliver a siesta, slugs'll have a fiesta in ya cabeza At my pinnacle, while you hang on the cliff of a mesa Degenerate hater (Fuckin prick...) You know I'd be Muhammad Ali if I became any greater (I'm so mean...) Can't fuck wit' me, an' that shit isn't arrogance (Nope!) In a solo league -- stop comparin, twits It's my name, an' I'm wearin it out by my lonely You fucks didn't create me, you fucks don't own me It's hatred I spew, inebriated by brew Suck my fuckin dick, I harbor hatred for you Whose you? All who misconstrue; assume I flipped out of the blue Assumin means you never knew me an' the shit I came to do I make music, 95%'ll make you sick Fuckin bible thumpers, ya'll pluck like acoustic Don't confuse it, I'm not here to guide you straight like Jiminy Fuck a friend -- I cherish every enemy (An' that's real...)
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[Fineprint] "No Heartburn (My Desire)" <02/19/2012> 4:13PM To 6:01PM They on my heels like foot fetish worship Basically cause they kno how my verse get Fineprint spread like the T-Virus Look in my iris, I am desirous A re-birth -- no Osiris Ancient script lifted off papyrus Verse is a ambush like the Trojan Horse All eyes like I came in a golden Porsche Bars goin over like I spoke in Morse Flows overdose an' clog ya nose; it's coke of course I boast Tryin to be "continental" like a Zephyr V12 Prayin for the day my album see shelves Feelin like, that'll be the day I see elves Fuck, I'm a write 'til I feel this Steady blowin my mind -- Don Cornelius I got it locked like a diary Case you lames had any kind of inquiry My heart's fiery, no heartburn That's the passion I have; better start to learn Get it thru ya thick skull My ideas are like thinkin wit' a big bulb Fuck the rap game 'til my dick's dull Need a thick chick to gimme big skull I'm fly like the Air Force You stay on the street like a Air Force One... throw the two's, no Audio I don't hear you, like no audio You lack heart -- like cardio Taken from vascular, laugh atcha false S. Carter flow Holy verses, 2nd Timothy Stay sick like TaKeina Kennedy Blow minds in the back seat, John Kennedy I'll be ill 'til they spawn a remedy When I'm gone, please remember me Chop it up wit' a fan, but don't dismember me Error proof like the pregnancy test Do this wit' effortless finesse Bring the rap vagina, I'll bring my johnson To show I get live like Keenan Thompson
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[Fineprint] "Portia de Rossi" <05/17 - 18/2012> 9:42PM To 12:33AM Hook: Can't a young nigga spit raw anymore? Poetically, phonetically eat 'em up like vore Can I get a competitor to drop some bars Juz don't come at me 'bout ya swagg or ya cars Verse 1: My mental is part daVinci, the other half Chikatilo Red Ripper status behind these bars; you see me, people Sniper aim, I'm right on the money like bald eagles No swagg surfin shit; you lames are all Deedles My lines be all needles; epinephrine mixed wit'heroin "Some like it hot", so I forever spit that Marilyn Bars be in my mouth like a Monroe or Labret Or snakebites; I swear, I'm sicker than what these fakes write Higher than the mezzanine; Eddie White is Eddie Gein On crystal meth, promethazine, an' plenty drugs you never seen Skill I got, put that on everything You can't be the illest 'cause I'm muthafuckin everything Hook(x1) Verse 2: Nowadays muthafuckaz think they bars is brolic Like they was that sick as a child; lyrical colic But people still come to my bars like karaoke night An' I'm straight shittin on ya'll wit' the dopest writes Half these niggaz washed up wit' they ass in the bidet Couldn't save a life if they was part of The Fray Dramatic irony, yeah that's a part of the play Rappers for breakfast; important part of my day See, I'm higher than the mezzanine; Eddie White is Eddie Gein On crystal meth, promethazine, an' plenty drugs you never seen Skill I got, put that on everything You can't be the illest 'cause I'm muthafuckin everything Abstract Collective; we ill, we sick Unlike these other fuckz who get a deal then brick Comin at us hard, couldn't conceal the jizz Answer quick when I unveil the quiz Hook(x1) Bridge: Amelia wit' it, they like "You lost me." Braggin 'bout apparel like "Look what it cost me." Nigga I rip whatever beat you toss me That's why they can't fuck wit' my shit; Portia de Rossi
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[Fineprint] "Shit Just Got Real!!!!" <05/28/2012> 7:38AM To 9:51AM Once I hit the track, I ain't stoppin like Cain Marko Brain's Darko like Donnie an' bars are my main cargo Insane art flow, very Richard Ramirez Rawer than Tsukiji Market; niggaz can't get near his Most wolves in sheep apparel, I'm Lucifer rockin Raptor hide You kno I got flow, takin you for a raftin ride Draftin a plan to get hella gwap where you can't tell where the money end So it's fuck a bitch, I skeeter(skeet her) like Doug Funnie's friend Yes pun intend; Louie bag to put the money in Plus a Beamer, Bens, or Bentley to put the honey in It's funny, man; I flow money like oil reserves Eatin rappers, I ain't full -- niggaz juz h'ordeuvres Bitch said I try to go hard, shit juz got real Rage meme face, my spit juz got more ill An' this bitch juz got killed... epically On some Medusa decapitation shit; poetically Off wit' yo head like the Queen told Alice Stop bein so callous, but it brings more malice I'm bein more Atlas when I pressure myself wit' the world's weight An' I power myself wit' this girl's hate I'll be behind these bars forever like Ted Kaczynski So you, you can juz blow me like M. Lewinsky I stand tall against any attempts to diss me Blow it out yo ass, you failed at attempts to wish me Gone...
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[Fineprint] "Life As I See It" <09/18/2011 - |09/18/2012> 12:36AM To 5:17AM Verse 1: My insecurities influence committin suicide Depressed 'cause it seems juz like you lied Too tired, can't focus like I'm wasted off 6 kegs of Everclear My cries are what you'll never hear Every year I lose sumpin like compulsive gamblers Invested in optimism, now I'm in debt an' low on stamina Everywhere, nothin but friends an' fuckers The love part's replaced by intercourse, of course Poor sport for not givin a fuck about fuckin Honestly the fuckin thought of fuckin is muthafuckin fuckin annoyin me See I outburst like I'm celibate wit' Tourette's An' this isn't even about sex I never save hoes; fuck those broads I'm not them fuckz on Twitter, girl -- don't be a retard I go hard, disregardin the clit juice drippin My flow's a katana an' the beat I'm juz rippin {1:22AM} Hook(×1): I'm always like "Nobody cares." Everytime I turn around, nobody's there When I scream out like Michael an' Janet So fuck the world an' birth a new planet But honestly, I can't open up to ya'll Shuttin down an' refuse to lift up the wall That's the way it is, buddy, better believe it This is life the way I see it Verse 2: {1:52AM} I acknowledge I've been more of a failure than a success But it hurts when you bring it up, give it a rest I haven't lived up to your standards? But from where I stand, I wasn't raised the right way I mean, you guided me, but he was never around If he heard this he'd pro'lly flip his house upside-down It takes a village to raise a child An' I'm all inhibited, caged up, ready to go wild Howlin at the moon from a livin room window Leavin claw marks in a notepad, one perturbed schizo Sick as a infant, wasn't right from the get-go Why he abandoned me, I'll never get tho Fuck it, I'm all cried out, flooded a riverbed Had enough like a dead alcoholic's liver said My inner's dead, juz hopin we can put this behind us Make a plus out of a minus... {8:33PM} Hook(×1) Verse 3: {6:14PM} Trapped, suppressin these emotions everyday Pray to get closer but feel you movin away If I get too wrapped up, I'll be broken in the end Holdin on 'til I'm snuffed like a candle in the wind When you said you didn't feel, my whole heart shattered An' I was believin that all my attempts mattered Maybe it's a malfunction in my defense mechanism Protectin me from another schism I love you to death, that's why I think about dyin Livin without you'll lead to endless cryin Especially if you find another May not be together but you're still my significant other Can't help bein insecure, been thru too much I scream at God like "Enough is enough!" I juz want the fuckin love I have to be reciprocated Not remixed, fuckin diluted or downgraded... for real {6:34PM} Hook(×1)

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My 1st mixtape that I have ever released. Was supposed to have been releasing one last year, and other years as well. Finally wrote enough material that I was happy with and comfortable with releasing. Hopefully everyone likes it. This mixtape only has one feature which is included as a bonus track along with 2 other songs which I wrote back when I called myself Savaar as well as a beat I made back when I first called myself Illektrolyte. Check it out though.

S/N: Sorry if I went heavy on the Auto-Tune. Lol

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released September 28, 2012

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Fineprint Misread aka ZigZag DTS Memphis, Tennessee

Born January 11, 1988 in Memphis, TN; Eddie White(Known now as Fineprint Misread aka ZigZag DTS) has always had that gleam in his eye. He started out with aspirations of being a artist and poet, but the poetry part soon turned into rapping. At the present time, he's absorbing knowledge to become even greater at what he does on the mic and making a name for himself as a producer. ... more

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