NSFW: Not Safe For Work

by Mean

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1.
Lights, camera, action It’s Mean ready for action I’m back for the attack This class is now in session Now, don’t play pretend if you don’t understand This is lyrical philosophy from the brain to the pen So bow down and kiss the ring Still dressed in designer things I only speak about top dollar Never popped a collar Pop a pill to ease the pain that the world brings I’m spending money on all these gold things / My soul sinks That’s how my soul sings Hear my soul sing And as my soul sinks I drown in sins for better things by any means necessary This shit is legendary Don’t gotta wait for it Imma give it to you live / No TNT ‘Cos I’m a VIP and I’m the MVP Bitch, I’m the king of the throne No one can step to me From the front to the back of the castle I’ve got my knights from the templar Boy, don’t you mess with a rascal Come take a step, imma tackle ya Don’t step in the ring You messin’ around with a king Armored and ready to bring Pain with the rest of the team Get with the scheme We hustlin’ hard for the cream Lights, Camera, Action Lights-Lights, Camera, Action Strike a pose / Snap a pic Come get down where the action is Boy, don’t you know I’m a fashionist Got a little bit of this and a little bit of that Boy, you messin’ with a beast on a little bit of crack You ain’t fuckin’ with the steez and I couldn’t give a crap Get down with the rat pack and I roll With a fat stack and the back of the row Better step back, watch your act and I go Imma clap back with a gat to your dome On my worst behavior / So? I done been a bad boy for so long Don’t give a shit about anything But that paper game I got, so strong Go blocka-blocka ‘cos my sneaker game so proper Imma romper stomp ya if you’re lurkin’ in my corner On the road to the riches, there’s hits and misses I pick up the pieces / Be a witness I’m throwing disses to all the bitches Don’t worry ‘bout it, I’ll make all the ends meet I’ll put up a fight ‘cos I won’t admit defeat /Mean [Scratches]
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04:09
[Chorus]: Errday I’m hustlin’ / Stay on my grind from 9 to 5 Then 5 to 9 on a Friday night / I stay fly all night Get on the mic on a Saturday night I blow up the place like I’m dynamite If I die tonight, I’ve got no regrets I’m poppin’ bottles and cashin’ cheques Then it’s back to work All day, Errday [Verse 1]: I put in work / Money on my mind like all the time Stay on my grind from 9 to 5 just to stay alive And I keep rockin’ mics but we are not alike ‘Cos homie you a dyke so better take a hike ‘Cos we on different heights (On sight) This shit is easy, I’m steezy And all these bitches’ sleazy Still ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me (nah uh) Bitch, now 187 it’s murder 24/7 I hustle for the paper like I told ya Cut the cake just to get baked Get the cream just to get laid Bitches know that I get paid / Wait All these other motherfuckers wanna copy from the template / Fakes There ain’t no success with no sacrifice If you ain’t never ready to pay the price To get-get the prize Life’s a gamble / Just roll the dice Come roll a doobie and get trippy with me I got my team at the back and we got no time for sleep Better light it up / Talk that talk better back it up ‘Cos I walk that walk and I got that gwap when I talk that talk and it’s all because… [Chorus] [Verse 2]: Sometimes I wonder why I work so hard, right? But I know I gotta play the cards right If I wanna get to live this life ripe And it’s like I’m caught in a knife fight with the limelight I’m bound to get blindsided by the dime right Just waiting for the moment till I get to shine bright Yeah that’s right / I’m in flight Nobody’s holding me down I’m at the top of the throne / Nobody’s snatching this crown You a clown / If you think that you ‘bout it What you want / Yeah I got it Never living by the code, no Popping bottles in the boat, though Coppin’ labels by the load, bro On the road to the riches / Taking pictures, put it up on Instagram Hash tags with my name on, yeah bound to get likes in an instant, fam Now I’m living the dream, if you don’t know what I mean Better not fuck with the team Gold on my wrist, I walk with a lean ‘cos I got that cream, Na’mean? I’m educated, so well-groomed, sophisticated You dim-witted / We unrelated, so… Better light it up / Talk that talk better back it up ‘Cos I walk that walk and I got that gwap when I talk that talk and it’s all because… [Chorus]
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[Chorus - F ∆ U X E]: Light up / get my smoke on Feet up and my shows on I’m in my zone, no phone calls Fly away, till I pass out I’m so high. So come take me away So come take me away (Come take me away) x4 [Verse 1]: It’s all or nothing You’ve got to live for something / don’t die for nothing I’m doing everything Put my life on the line for what I believe in On most nights, I can’t think right I feel the pressure under these lights I’m really sick of these nights Trying to figure out what to do with this life This obsession with fashion and worldly possessions Caught up with this life, to notice the action Put on all this gold just to get a reaction Look at the reflection and ask for directions I’m lost / No clue what I’m gon’ do Light one, let loose with the whole crew Pop bottles, sip booze till we all out Come take me away till the sun’s out [Chorus] [Verse 2]: I’m just another man about town in search of a reason to live I think it’s just a waste of my time Give me a reason to breathe Sip a glass of that rosé Live life in my own way All day I, get high just to get by Pray to God that I don’t die Thank God that I’m okay So I take a step back and look life in the eyes Take a look in the mirror / Take off my disguise ‘Cos real eyes, realize the real lies See the truth from the disguise But I’m still lost / No clue what I’m gon’ do Light one, let loose with the whole crew Pop bottles, sip booze till we all out Come take me away till the sun’s out [Chorus]
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02:32
On the road to the riches Back from a drought, now I make it rain figures No, you can’t sit with us Dinner table’s full and the whole team with us So, Let God be the witness I’m a man of my words Imma get down with the business 10 out of 10 times, take shots that I don’t miss Let ‘em fly high with a chrome piece I’m chasing the paper (Woo!) Ain’t got the time for no hater (Nah!) I’m puffin’ the vaper Get higher than high when I’m feeling sedated Well it’s highly debated Who’s the number 1 stunna around, like I made it? Still getting faded with the wolf pack Bitch fuck around and imma shoot back (pow!) And I click-clack pow Been away for a minute but I’m back right now And I won’t pipe down Say what I’m feeling and I don’t back down Lay the track down Better get down with the crack sound Hit it raw with the smack down So livid, get with it or leave it Dream vivid / So, better believe it Still undefeated / Always been about it I won’t ever quit it Imma live my life how I really want it I won’t ever leave it So conceited, still running ‘round looking like a bankroll Like a work of art, bitches call me Van Gogh In the concrete jungle I’m a Rambo [Bridge]: Consumed by darkness, I can’t see the light In a crowded room but not a soul in sight Enter the void, so empty inside I’m still in the zone / don’t be killing the vibe Tryna remember these lines I recite I’m a beast with this shit I don’t ever rewrite [Chorus]: Bitch, I’m so live / Imma make ‘em slow dive And I don’t lie / Imma get ‘em so high Get ‘em so high / Imma get ‘em so high Get ‘em so high / Imma make ‘em slow dive Dive, Dive, Dive Slow x4
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[Verse 1 - Mean] Man, I work hard for the paper Glacier / Ice cold with the flavour I done been around the world since sixteen Living nightmares in these sweet dreams And now it seems I’m stuck in a black hole Been working so hard for the bankroll Time flies so quick for a grown man Now I barely got time for romance 24/7 I hustle, I grind, I wrestle my mind Chasing these dreams / I’m barely sleeping I can’t be wasting my time No time to lose / I’m in to win Well I’m out of time and I can’t pretend Stay eminent with the sentiment / Still genuine [Chorus]: Tick-tock goes the clock Grab that bottle / Make it pop Round-round take it slow Get that money / Make it roll Life has been a ride / Slip and slide Man, it’s been a fight Working hard for the paper, man I’ve been keeping quiet Quiet, quiet, I’ve been keeping quiet [Verse 2 - G-Preme]: Time flies and you never know, when you gonna go So take it slow, smoke it up then you blow out Everybody wanna get a ride, been faded since day one Lemme get it right One life imma live it like that, light that, spark that, L to the face baby you know that I like that Okay, 9 to 5 that’s a routine Got ‘ya shoes clean go get some poutine Imma get that zucchini on lock, sip Martini on rocks Metronome tick on my watch, Day to the dark I be chasing the hands on the clock, racing I’m facing no luck Dazing I’m taking ‘em drugs, erasing the cravings / so watch They said only time will tell so just watch [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Mean & G-Preme]: Tick tock goes the time on my wrist watch Feet up, sit back while I sip scotch Time flies, I could do this all day Light one and rewind on a long day Them old days lemon scented Had some OJ, and a bacon sandwich John Lennon standards when it comes to sessions Stop acting like it when you got it rented So come check out the Check out the timepiece Look at the flick of the wrist I’m after the dimepiece Dive in and taking a risk I’m baking I’m making some dough, come in and check out the robe I give no fucks bout a vote, I’m fine with not having a boat Long as I’m staying a float, staying a float Like sand through the hourglass How long will my hour last 2 blunts yeah that’s our grass Get high as the hours pass See imma do this till my time stops And that’d be the day when the mic drops I flock with the nighthawk till I’m at the top So till that day pops just watch the clock go [Chorus]
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04:08
[Verse 1]: Oh Lord, Forgive me for my sins / Amen Take a step in my sneakers and feel the pain that I’m in Try to go through what I’ve been through Been to hell and back and then back again Go and tell your friends that I’m back again (Na’mean) All these emotions in motion / I’m lost in the struggle for most Running for power / Devour / Nothing but a man with the woes Out for the paper / Later, hater / Go pay the posse deposit Up in the studio looking basic / Holy Grail in the closet Imma get it right / you know that I get it, right? Now it’s all about the paper / Shit is getting so retarded Couldn’t care about the penny back when I was getting started Now I’m hungry for the cheddar Tryna fill up all the pockets (Drop it) [Chorus]: All of these emotions in me is lost and I’m trying to find it I’m not what I’m trying to be I’m losing control And I really can’t hide it I’m feeling divided and I can’t even fight it I’m feeling divided When I’m all alone and I’m feeling so low With all these emotions in me [Verse 2]: I want way more than I can have but the truth is… I gave all that I have left I can’t do this no more / See imma lose it for sure I’ve been so depressed that I’m all alone Tryna fill the void / I get in the zone I said “bitch don’t kill my vibe” “bitch don’t-bitch don’t kill my vibe” I’m just tryna get this money / Negativity aside / That’s right Enough with the stressing / I’m counting my blessings So sick of this life that I’m messing up Enough with the haters / I’m thinking ‘bout paper All I wanna do is just stack it up I drown myself with that liquor / I don’t really care what you think It don’t matter where the juice from / I just really wanna do things Can’t afford to have a slip up / Gotta tighten all the shoe strings Man you really gotta keep up / Better bow down to the new king [Bridge x 2] Been on a high but I’m still on the low Running in circles I’m out of control Keep running and running / I’m at it again I’m trying to heal but I’m feeling the pain [Chorus]
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[Verse 1]: You don’t know what I’ve been through Man, I really got issues Aren’t we all so quick to judge Try walk around in these shoes What’s life about? Win or lose Right or wrong / Ain’t it right? It ain’t easy to pick and choose Thought I had it all figured out Tryna win a battle I was bound to lose For what it’s worth, I was working out What it is, I was tryna prove Ain’t got nothing to lose I’m giving it all that I’ve got Life’s like a Friday night So why not just give it a shot Think I can take a hit Gimme just a little bit Of time to take control I’m writing up a movie script Well now it’s 3 in the morning and I’m still wide awake Light a cigarette now my mind is still up for debate Guess I’ll just leave it to fate and live another day I like awake in the cold with a heart full of hate [Chorus]: With a heart full of hate On a journey to the west I’m going out of my mind Won’t you give me a sign? God, won’t you give me a sign? Won’t you give a sign? I’m going out of my mind With a heart full of hate On a journey to the west I’m running out of time I’m going out of my mind Won’t you give me a sign? Won’t you give me a sign? God, won’t you give me a sign? I’m going out of my mind [Verse 2]: So back track when I rapped with a backpack “Get stack” was the motto with the rat pack “In Flight” took off like a jet pack Been sleeping on me? Better grab that Ain’t got no time for these wack cats And no, I don’t give a damn ‘Cos on the low I’ve been on a roll I’m on the road for the honor roll When really I should be in search of a soul But lately I’ve been busy digging for gold So, will you tell me what is truly the goal? I’ve lost sight of what’s wrong and right I’ve been shut blind by this limelight By this limelight / Damn right It’s a fine night Air tight / In flight / Damn right I’ve lost sight of what’s wrong and right I’ve been shut blind by this limelight I’m on a journey to the west In search of myself I just wanna be the best The best for myself Myself ‘Cos I only want the best The best for myself
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[Verse 1 - Ilohshix]: These rappers be thinking they better, it’s obvious Iloh be evoking vibes that is ominous See through these oculus in my sarcophagus Run this metropolis, nobody's stopping us I bring the darkness like I’m Mephistopheles Travel through space / meditate in Andromeda’s Pass the thermometer / Something is wrong with us Raising degrees ‘cos we ill ain’t no curin’ this I’m Illuminating / Still messin’ with Mary J, evading bacon If you think that X-Men is dead, you’re mistaken A decade of hard work will not be forsaken I’m making a statement You fake it to make it / I keep it a hundred now I’m making a statement Fuck all these sellouts, I’m keeping it underground [Verse 2 - Mean]: Keep it a 100 / don’t let me get started When I’m with the team / Boy, you know it’s a riot But I’m getting tired of dealing with fakes Now I look like the bad guy? It’s looking a lot like a landslide Too busy working to handle these damn fights Imma light one and sit back Tell the DJ spin it ‘round bring the beat back And I’m keeping it underground already in flight Boy, better get it right In and out of the mind state / I take flight It’s a real fight ‘cos I got the money in sight Graduated top of the class / No drop out Time is money / No, I can’t deal with these drop outs Ding-ding / Hit the bell it’s a knock out If you got a problem then homie go bring the glock out [Chorus - Samples]: Dark Knight feeling Die and be a hero Or live long enough to see yourself become a villain [Verse 3 - Azrael]: Yeah we makin' a statement, Walk on our pavement Still underground and we dwell in the basement Operate in the dark when we blazin' Hibernate now the giants awaken Thought that we dead but you highly mistaken We purgin' the hate and the stain we erasin' Runnin' the town for the city we're raised in I am paradin' the bars that we raisin' Don't worship your idol if you ain't a pagan You can have beef but avoid all the bacon I am still real and there ain't no debatin' We were the Justice League now we're like the Suicide Squad They wanted us Dead with a Shot Harakiri with no sword Hanged by the neck Death by the microphone chord But you is a fraud that kill in the name of the lord While I'm just defendin' my fort And every time I record I be markin' the spot and be reppin' the squad But you can never tell when a villain lies ‘Cos the vigilantes they get villainized Now it's too late, we can go two ways but I chose to cover up your Two-Face I got that... [Chorus - Samples]
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[Verse 1 - Mean]: Who running ‘round looking like a bankroll (Mean) Who still sip-sippin’ on that ice cold (lean) Got a bunch of bad bitches on my iPhone (queens) Don’t you ever mess around with my cyclone (team) Better watch your back / Imma make the gat clap Whole lotta talk / Homie, this is Baghdad You a walking dead, boy / Imma body bag that Well you better get to stepping / Coming for your rat pack Armed and ready / No guns but I spit flames Don’t mess with my clique, lames Yeah I’ve been about town on a killing spree, B Hunting down all my victims Imma throw shade on them haters with my shadow From a birds eye view / Imma shoot ‘em with an arrow Ride in a Camaro / Dancin’ with the devil One man syndicate / you messing with a rebel Cool, calm, collected but still imma wreck it and nothing can stop it Well that’s for the record Make your brain shatter like paint splatter It’s a vendetta / None do better (Nah) I’m the king of the crown So what you gonna do bout it now? Get the fuck out of town See imma hold it down Keep my feet on the ground When I fire these rounds [Chorus]: Lion City Axe Gang No guns but we bang bang Gun shot to the head when I spit that flame Imma bring that game So you better not miss that aim Better not miss that aim So you better not miss that aim Miss that aim Better not miss that aim So you better not miss that aim Miss that aim [Verse 2 - Maddie]: Run motherfucker run I’m taking lotta shots / Got no fucking gun And I’m aiming at your rear view with my iron sight These bars pack a lotta punch / Call me Iron Mike Tyson Now you gotta die, son Left, right, uppercut / Call me M. Bison But I am no bi-son You claim to be fire but I don’t see light, son (sun) Switch up my flow and start rapping like this If you don’t know me well, keep my name outcha lips Eyes filled with junk; still I shoot and don’t miss If you mess with my biz, don’t mind handling beast Oh, stole that Kendrick flow but I hope that blonde bitch knows Not to mess with my crew Just ‘cos we keeping it cool We ain’t afraid of you This ain’t Juice / We don’t fist fight, just step in the booth We provide the landscape for you architects But should the base crack, rebuild it back What you thought I ain’t gon’ say shit You want beef; now you got the kitchen burning, bitch How many motherfuckers have I seen in the scene? And 8 years later I ain’t even know where they been So better check the resume ‘fore you want war I fucking hate the drama but boy I kill for my brothers and die for my fam I came for the love / I don’t wanna make fans I done did it proved it all before Wave a black flag and it’s still 2-4-1-9 So, Keep it out your mouth One time and we represent proud The guns not loaded but we banging out loud When the bell rings, its knock out in this bout [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Young]: Motherfuckers take shots but they can’t aim Wanna step up to the block with no game plan I’m the pilot on this airplane get the fuck out my cockpit Fuck a template, everyone’s on that Drake shit What you know about the struggle? What you know about the route that we took to even get to the hustle Point your barrel at me, hold it with a clenched fist, pull the cock back take a shot now homie I’ll jam the trigger Like snakes you slither, what a sad sight looking worse than a leper The death of .XS, motherfucker please… Imma scoop the game up like a pelican’s beak I’m holding down the planes where the seraphim sits NVMBR hold it down where the energy meets You rallied up your boys, didn’t last for a week, now you both got beef, what a fucking joke homie I don’t care no more, I don’t even really wanna rap no more, I stand still even when the curtain calls, this is not even a metaphor Fuck the face of rap up in sing city Put my man mean up there ‘cos he held it down, really The media plays based on personal taste, man they better go brush up on their history .XS got it locked down with a skeleton key Salute the deck boy where the generals be Imma take shots, No, take shots, come at me Shells on the ground, who wanna pop next? Really? Don’t let your tongue slip; you got a gun with no clips? We ‘bout that big trees you only bout to plant seeds / Truth Proof / Poof! [Chorus]
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[Verse 1 - Mean]: I put in work / I get paid No competition / I’ve been great I go hard for that pound cake These basic bitches just love to hate No Gucci, No Prada but still I’m dressed in designer I kop my sneaks from boutiques You kop your shit from Foot Locker, bitch Still imma clap back on these wack cats And I drop bombs when I hijack This is war not in Iraq / Imma snap necks Never cooked crack from the pyrex But I cook crack with my rat pack And we bout dat Gettin’ cheddar / Stackin paper / Fuck a hater Now kill ‘em with the whole crew You ain’t never been about it, Nah And I doubt it, cuh So come and tell me what you gon’ do Let’s face it, you basic Stay broke ‘cos you’re never gonna make it I made it / No airplay Stay six feet underground / Dead heat Think you “Been Trill” but we know that you fake it All of this cake on me, homie, I baked it Cut off a slice and I’m still gonna make it Been on a diet, workout just to stay fit No basics, it’s only luxury when it comes to me Don’t envy me / I’m the MVP I’m everything that you wanna be (shit) Homie, I done did what you hoped to Still sip juice, let it hang loose Still spit truth when I’m in the booth [Chorus]: ‘Cos you a basic bitch You a – You a basic bitch (No doubt) ‘Cos you a basic bitch You a – You a basic bitch (Damn right) ‘Cos you a basic bitch You a – You a basic bitch (I said it) ‘Cos you a basic bitch You a – You a basic bitch (‘Cos I don’t fucks with no) Basic, Basic, Basic (Bitches) x 4 [Verse 2 - Mean]: You basic and I’m complex No magazine in my contacts Stay independent / No contracts Fresh to death ‘cos I’m all that Push the crack / Now you on that You basic bitches better fall back Stand down / It’s a man down Hands down / Bitch, who got the best sound You a clown hoe and you basic Now get down low ‘cos the bass sick Let’s pop the bottle get wasted Drink till the last drop / don’t waste it Party all night and I don’t wanna stop We causing a ruckus / they calling the cops All of these bitches they come in the flock Hand ‘em the bread / they go straight for the cock Top of the food chain and on my wrist I got 2 chains Don’t sniff but I spit that Cocaine Propane / Bust flames when I’m insane You lame and you know you got no game I came, I soar and I conquered You came, you lost and you butt hurt I know, you know that I got work You bitches look the same And it’s driving me insane I just wanna stack the paper ‘Cos I wanna make it rain Better grab an umbrella ‘cos I’m stackin’ my bread up There is no propaganda But this is V for Vendetta, snitch [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Deeranae]: You basic bitches, get out of my face You’re suffocating my personal space You think you bad? You big disgrace Trippin’ hard / Bitch, tie your shoe laces Can’t buy my class, I’m in the fast lane Yeah, you’ve got money but I’ve got game I’m stunting with the big boys / Bitch, you a lame ‘Cos I’m the baddest bitch / I can’t be tamed I’m red riding from the hood-hood Basket full of good-good My man’s in the mood-mood Feed him with my junk food (Hah!) You know how he love that I’m on another level / Watchu know, brat? I don’t fuck with basics / you should know that You unoriginal / you a copycat You don’t belong, girl / Stay in your habitat Cat got your tongue? / I’m a bad pussycat What if you’ve got what it takes? What if you’ve got expensive taste? You think that you’re all that? Bitch behave You can never hold it down like I do anyways Once you’re basic, you can’t go back Bitch you fake it and that’s a fact You tryna compete me with the shit you bought? Don’t talk to me about it ‘cos you know I’ve got YSL on my lips, designer on my hips Get down with the beats as I come with the hits (heat) Hot like the Hamasaki’s in Milan Watch the baddest strut in her Isabel Marant See me walk my talk / you know I’ve got my own Independent like Azalea working for my Louboutins Now bitch, be gone Excuse me while I be sitting on my throne [Chorus]
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02:42
[Verse 1]: Light one (light one) While I’m looking for the right one (right one) But I’m feeling like I might won (might won) The Olympics for the rat race in a bad daze Tell me what it looks like, please With a view from the bottom of the pack Gotta let ‘em know how it feels to be this up high I’m high right now (Yup) As a matter of a fact From the back to the front I started from the bottom now I’m surfing with the wave But I’m really in a daze While I’m dealing with the crave ‘Cos I’m caught in the haze Been too busy drowning in liquor and working so hard for the figures So better not test me when I’m under pressure or homie I’ll really be pulling the trigger [Chorus]: Pocket full of cheese Young and savvy with the steez Paper schemin’ with the posse Homie, you know what it is Poppin’ bottles through the night Gotta do what you like I’m with the homies getting high So let us drown in delight ‘Cos (I be surfin with the wave Swag surfin with the wave) x4 Swag surfin, I be - I be swag surfin x 4 [Verse 2]: Swag surfin’ with the wave Better hang loose Get wavy with the haze And I can’t lose Poppin’ bottles by the case We don’t drank juice Might just buy the whole place ‘Cos I can’t choose Still fuego when I lay low / Say so Wild’n out for the peso / Ayo Gotta stack it up on the payroll / Lego Gettin’ high with no yayo-yayo Stick with the script Finna get lit with the clique Hear the time tick with the flick Wanna switch sides better pick Or the time bomb boutta tick-tick-tick boom! [Chorus]
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[Verse 1 - Mean]: 24:19 / It’s still .XS till the day I die Still ghetto with the hustle / We D.I.Y We built the foundation you’re stepping your foot on Now we’re back for the throne / we’ve been sleeping for too long Click-clack bang-bang! / Yeah we back for the kill Yeah we comin’ for ya / Better run for the hills 1 for the money and 2 for the show These bitches want drama / we put on a show Bring on the fireworks / I’ll let it spray Burn all the bridges you built in a day You talk a whole lotta shit but what you know ‘bout us though You can bear all the grudges but I learn how to let go Get low, move slow with the tempo Ya’ll know who roll with the best doe Young and dangerous / Highly hazardous Resurrect in the pit of Lazarus And we move the pack towards Exodus You ain’t down with us You know where the exit is You know who you messin’ with Competitors mad at us / There ain’t no comparing us We venomous activists Exiling the blasphemous like I’m an exorcist The decision’s unanimous [Chorus x 2]: Lion City Axe Gang We choppin' the beats then we body the flow Comin' straight from the underground Bringin' that other sound It's about time that you know Burnin’ heat from the microphone weapon that’s forged in the fires of hell 24:19 / We reppin' the set till the day we retire for real [Verse 2 - NoEyeDear]: Now explain why Axe Gang keep hexing the henchmen We exile the ex men, like excrement / you stank, man We X you out with no X-O / Fuck hugs, no kisses Rewrite your rhymes and then better your flow, then talk business Assemble the regiment; Rejuvenate Reforming the caliphate Awake from the dead just to bury the hate Stay calm when we meditate Keep living the lie that you fabricate But we see past the masquerade Imma leave it to fate / Let us carry the weight/ Just to end the debate [Chorus x 2] [Verse 3 - Azrael]: We causin' a wreck ‘cause we ran on a track at the speed of a bullet train While controlling the weather and stoppin’ the reign so that we can manoeuvre terrains We mutant emcees that evolve with the rhymes and we born to adapt to the change Be free from the modern day slavery that got these rappers attached to the chains Imma stick by the code that I stand for / You assumed the illusions your mind saw Now go find and secure the cure and not be consumed by delusions of grandeur The alien pack / Agreed to the pact imma keep it intact While you counting and banking your figures and cheques I be constantly keeping my ego in check / Check! [Sample]: (Imma keep it one hundred ‘cos imma do me) x 2 [Verse - Arcia]: I’ll be on the spot Chilling that heat to make you pop I know watchu wanna do Baby, it’s about me and you (It’s about me and you babe, bout me and you) Slow it down a little / Yeah you know my name Imma hit your spot / Baby don’t go away Drop it down a little, baby Imma make your panties drop You know that I never thought so I’ll be back home on the day but you know I don’t bust though Slow it down a little yeah you know my feelings Yeah you know my feelings ain’t right (ain’t right – ain’t right) I be chilling at the top ‘cos you know what I’m about ‘Cos you know what I’m about Nobody’s gonna tell me what to do ‘Cos imma keep it one hundred and imma do me) x 4 (Imma keep it one hundred ‘cos imma do me Keep it - Keep it one hundred ‘cos imma do me) x 2

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NSFW: Not Safe For Work is a music album by multi-faceted Hip-Hop/Rap artist; Mean. The project is a follow-up to his 2013 "In Flight" EP which is a musical trip laced with a distinct blend of hazy hiphop beats and rhymes. NSFW is an evolved extention of his signature sound and continues the journey to further explore the inner workings into the mind of Mean as a person and artist. The soundscape is mainly sculpted by himself along with various beatmakers from H Y B R D T H R Y, a community of genre-bending musicians and bedroom producers. On the rap front, Mean aims to further cement himself as an rhymesayer that continues to push the boundaries in terms of lyrical dexterity over a vast array of sonic bed.

Guest features includes fellow up and coming rapper; G-Preme on "Time Will Tell". Elusive musical enigma; F A U X E, lends a hand with production and vocals on "Take Me". Female rap counterpart; Deeranae shares her views on "Basic". Fellow comrades and labelmates from The.XS Collective such as; Ilohshix, Azrael, Maddie, Young & NoEyeDear jumps on rap posse cuts that is synonymous with the .XS camp.

NSFW will be available across various digital distribution platforms. The rare limited edition physical formats will exist as a premium Black "Vinyl" CD and exclusive USB Card. The 12-tracks NSFW album is a body of work that serves as another leap for Mean's journey in music.

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released November 21, 2015

Executive Producers: Mean & Azrael
Music Production by: H Y B R D T H R Y
All Tracks Recorded, Mixed & Mastered by: The IZA @ The.XS Lab
Cover Art Direction by: Mean
Artwork Layout by: Izaril

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