NSFW: Not Safe For Work

by Mean

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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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Track Name: Lights, Camera, Action
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]
Track Name: 24/7
[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]
Track Name: Take Me (feat. F ∆ U X E)
[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]
Track Name: Dive
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
Track Name: Time Will Tell (feat. G-Preme)
[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]
Track Name: Emotions
[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]
Track Name: Journey To The West
[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
Track Name: Villain (feat. Ilohshix & Azrael)
[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]
Track Name: No Guns (feat. Maddie & Young)
[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]
Track Name: Basic (feat. Deeranae)
[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]
Track Name: .WAV
[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]
Track Name: 24:19 (feat. NoEyeDear & Azrael) // One Hundred (feat. Arcia)
[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