Fin​.​A​.​Le.

by Dakoda Rollins

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released October 7, 2015

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Track Name: Fear No Grave
[Hook]
My hoopty got a bible in it. My Bible tells me bout my lineage
My lineage. My brother risen. Don’t fear no grave. Soul Saved. Forgiven

[Verse One]
I’m the same dude, but I’m really not. My sins are ugly, my beats are hot
Come take my hand stand on the rock. Know what to do, know who to watch
I seen this movie, I know the plot. Gotta cool ya heels when ya feet get hot
I shed the tears, it’s me you fear. Bring the sheep back, ready or not
It’s been about two years since I dropped one, man, it's Been too long
They say you can’t rap bout this stuff. Well, let’s prove ‘em wrong
I’m just living my life right for all the people that try to do me wrong
Give a little bit a potion, lay 'em flat and then I’m moving on
I really don’t care if it’s in ya face. Hear about the grace over thick 808s
Talk about A-m-o-s 8. Too straight
Don’t turn down the key when it goes to the gate
Tell me that my words are fake, you might wanna first take a look at your faith
Tell me that my words are fake, you might wanna first take a look at your faith

[Hook]


[Verse Two]
Have my mama’s obit in some brief cases. Fighting in court there’s no brief cases
When people leave you, he'll try to deceive you, just turn to the doctor and be patient
Cold winter and heat would be off, still had the fire inside. I was warm
I knew if I died, I’d die with my faith. It was impossible to piss me off
I’m bona fide, listening to Bon Iver, food for thought Bon appetite
Now you know I got a bone to pick with rappers who don’t care
People tell me favorites, I will outshine all emcees in your playlists
Kill they lines with mine, let’s go the grave pick a plot next to mom
Tell her her son's the greatest in the game
I’m far beyond playing and way beyond driven
And way beyond thankful for what I been given;
The chance to be lifted, the chance for repentance
I'll ask for it now, cause Lord I been killing
Lord I been killing. All these lines you know I'm dope dealing
Track Name: Time's Up 2
[Verse One]
I got these rappers in a hand basket. Next line I speak be the next casket
I know ya’ll my brothers from Damascus, I scatter ya’ll ashes with ad-libs of passion
Kulprit go easy on ‘em. I know you got beef. Don’t put the cheesy on 'em
I done told ya’ll time was up. Give a couple dope lines, watch 'em bubble up
Go bananas, yeah I’m ‘bout to get my ape on
Cooking up beats; headphones the apron
Had to avenge rap again. Marvel when I do it, let me put my cape on
I don’t make up. Don’t got my face on
You blowing money. Watchu spend your bank on?
It’s my birthday now. 'Cause I’m looking at you and I can tell your cake gone
Me and J Reezy in a two seater. Waiting on that Rapture like Anita
C double S mine like Adidas.I attract fly ones like a bird feeder
Cali vibe with a Tally mindset. Have you played it back, have you hit rewind yet?
Helping you find the answers. Open book test go 'head and find it
I’m way up I feel blessed. Bring the same love to the rest
Yeah, I move bricks, my friend. That’s what you gotta do to put the house together again

[Verse Two]
A Mormon rapper, how absurd. But I only been good with words
Maybe this is how they’ll get it, maybe this how I’ll get them lifted
Shape shifted into the man that is before you. I hear you, God. I can’t ignore you
Any longer, be stronger, return with honor
Still guilty for a lot of things. Almost a year, I ain’t even seen my mama’s grave
I’m still not ready, it’s not even that far away
Maybe the first time I go can go with bae
I know I’ll probably , then she’ll probably cry
That’s what a good woman does, mom, she’s ride a die
When ya’ll was chilling in pre-earth life, was you like “by the way, will you be my son’s wife?”
Who knows? All I know is that I’m blessed
I don’t deserve it, if we’re being honest
I feel my life is the absolute best. But what about the rest?
They need it. So let’s address it. That’s why I need the tag. That’s why I need the helmet
They need it, so let’s address it. Be with me as I spread the message


[Outro]
I love you, Mama. I love you, Mama. I love you, Mama. I love you
I love you, Mama. I love you, Mama. I love you, Mama. I love you
Track Name: Dream Catcher
[Verse One]
Back in this thang, just missing a few chains
Back in this thang, but I’m not even the same
You taking shots, you better work on your aim; for Instagram
Just make sure I’m in the frame
Honestly, I’m not even the same kid. Well maybe sorta
Cause whack rappers get vanquished
My bank account let me know, "Kulprit you ain’t rich."
Talk to my girl, you speaking the wrong language
I mean really. Nothing but net, I’m a dream catcher
I’m looking at her, thank you, God, I could not dream better
Me and her, her and me, I’m on a team with her;
Varsity. Big jackets with big letters
You know how I roll; big dreams with execution
I’m the best cracker in it. Why is there still confusion?
Dun came a long way from PJs and Cartoonin'
Saturday morning cereal. Now I’d say I’m a shoo-in
For the best lyricist of my generation
My flame been foreordained since all of creation
I will trash your whole mixtape no hesitation
Hopping on all these tracks like I jumped out the station

(Sin city, sin city, sin city, sin city)
[Verse Two]
For the most part, got rid of my old ways
Need a couple more digits up from my old pay
Palmyra the Gospel had to Re-up
Dope verses, boy Kulprit D's nuts
I just wanna hang out with T Swizzy, I just wanna hang out with Carly Rae
Just wanna hang out with Tori Kelly so I can tell them they ain’t got nothing on bae
I got dreams bigger than ex’s waist band
No offense. Kinda like the dang Rams
Wanna know where I been and where I’m at? This album gonna fill all the gaps; no Strahan
I been spending night and day focused on the music
Praying to Creator, tell me, Father, how to use it
Priorities, priorities. Naw you don’t need a new whip
Judgment, judgment day and in my dreams it move quick
I mean really. Nothing but net, I’m a dream catcher
I’m looking at her, thank you, God, I could not dream better
Me and her, her and me, I’m on a team with her; Varsity. Big jackets with big letters
Track Name: Sway
¿Que tal mi amigos? ¿Listos? ¿Si o no?
(Are you gonna rap again?)
Mas o menos

[Verse One]
Lime green Nike’s, man I gotta good deal. Baggy windbreaker from the rack of a Goodwill
Don’t got no Gold in my teeth
Slay all these rappers claim they in the streets
I am they daddy when I’m on a beat
What do daddy’s do? They tuck them in sleep
Button down shirt, snow white with the cuff links. Stacy Adams shoes. I know my feet love me
Bright ankle socks
Speakers like elders just want them to knock
Doing it my way; shout out Fetty Wap
I ain’t bout that hustling, avoid petty guop
Gold love letters on a navy blue snap back, I might mess around and bring the fanny pack back
Aye. Dis how we roll
CTRG is straight out of control
When it comes to it I straight broke the mold
If you did not know well boy know you know

[Verse Two]
Mavericks jersey, Old Spice in my arm pit. Camo cargos with the bright orange kicks
I’m like Big Sean but fatter
I’m just like Tyga, only my girl badder
Badder ain’t a word so she gotta be worse
I show them the picture then call them the hearse
Muscle shirt but I don’t got no muscles. Change into my Puma golf shirt. Man, the struggle
By Felecia my ex
Hit me up, I bye Felicia'd that text
Superman no here. Consuela, go check
Heifer, there’s more fish please go cast your net
Hair to the side, half a can of hairspray. Jordan zopatos y un camiseta verde
¿Se puede tolerar un gringo que puede rimar bestial
Voy a terminar este verso en un idioma diferente. Man, clear the room. (Si, si, Si)
Track Name: Ronin
I'm like a broke Will Smith or something
You rappers nothing when I step up on the mic and bust it
I'll tell you when you are allowed to talk like puppets
Amazed that I can go four bars without cussing? It's nothing
It's kinda sad that Mormon can rap beter than ya'll can
Now go and run an tell that to all your Baptist friends
Who think we aren't relaxed and
All them Kendrick fans who have lost their faith in rap
I'm a truth defender. Tryna polish up my rhymes, I'm a bartender
In a sea of Chief Keefs so horrendous
Meanwhile, there's me, somewhat a foreigner
In a suit and tie, know it's do or die, on a brand new bike
Trying to save your life, never idolize
I will write these rhymes according to the times
And I'm so fly, you gotta eat peanuts when you're with me. Oh my
More Yonkers than Tyler could ever hope to be
And don;t bring hate to me, cause I will roast a beef
Doing this genre how it's supposed to be
R-A-P: Reality, Analysis and Poetry
Catch me cruising with the cap off; rolling
Might flirt with a forty-seven year-old; Ronin
They kinda like diving coaches when I rap
Because they like the way I go in. Like the way I go in
I got a blue and gold gun in my holster
Bright Nike shoes and a One Direction poster
Keep myself grounded, just without the Folgers
Boy so icy had to rap upon a coaster
Oh no, it's not over. Your mixtape on my hit list
Making so many moves I'm getting motion sickness
Ain't nobody loving this, but ain't nobody touching this
Only way you could is if you broke out the oven mitts
You tell Hopsin to knock off his nonsense
While I'm over here telling stories with cautions
While I'm over here trying to make rap that's conscious
You can't stop my lines even if you ran the option


[Outro Skit]
Man, it's like physically exhausting to be this dope. Like it's just it's wearing me down
I need to take a break
You ok?
Yeah, I'm good. I mean, this mixtape is gonna be fire. This project's really gonna be fire
I tell you what, man, there are only two things that are gonna be better than this project
What are those?
Deez nuts!
Oh no!
Got him!
He wasn't ready!
Track Name: Shots Outside The Window
[Verse One]
Young black boy with a flag
Just like the one that his daddy used to have
The other tribe caught him on the corner with the mag
Then, later, his toe's lassoed with a tag
Wondering if pops ever cared
Goes to the mall and they all just stare
Sees a blue shirt that he know he can't wear
Steals it anyway. Just cause it's there
Runs home. He knows the drill
Some guns fake but some bullets real
Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed
And subject to a ricochet
Runs home. He knows the drill
Some guns fake but some bullets real
Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed
And subject to a ricochet
He hears

[Hook]
Shots outside the window (x8)

[Verse Two]
Young latino walks a very fine line
Wants a degree but he has a tech nine
And it replays at night;
All his friends turned to chalk outlines
Wants much better for himself
Has thirty books that he reads on a shelf
Wants to fill his mind
Though he knows it could be blown out at anytime
Runs home. Cuts through the block
A car slowing down means you might drop
Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed
And subject to a ricochet
Runs home. Cuts through the block
A car slowing down means you might drop
Anytime of day, subject to being sprayed
And subject to a ricochet
He hears


[Hook]


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Track Name: Be Like You
Not your stereotypical rapper. Never had dreads, rarely been in the trap
Saw them pull drugs out once and I was like “skrrt.”
The only C-Walkin I do is the one from Joe Dirt
For real though, I’m more different than 4 chainz
My personality is kinda like Pauly Shore fame
But I still break it down like termites in the door frame
A beat is lighter fluid to me, Imma bring more flame
Gotta few quirks that I can’t contain
Or at least quirks to you like how I abstain
From everything I know will lead me down the drain
The only cells I wanna charge are the ones in my brain
Use to sit Chloe Williams, she the cool kid
Cheerleaders and majorettes I was cool with
My homies wanted on top of them like cool whip
Im just sitting there like “Dude. . ew quit.”
I always stuck out from the crowd
Nothing was the same, I’ve had my head in the clouds
Even was I was bad, I just felt like and actor
But it was easy to get into, like a real weak password
But now I know the reason I prefer the righteous
Now I know the reason I must serve the Highest
Oh my gosh Christ is king
It’s always been in me, why’d I ever try to fight it?
Some don’t got that fire me and JR gonna light it
I N Sync’d my dis-beliefs. Yeah, I bye bye bye’d it
Tell me how I’m an idiot once again
But I don’t wanna be like you, I wanna be like Him


[Hook]
I don't wanna be like you! (x4)

[Verse Two]
My speakers knocking with MOTAB
Other rappers don’t forget I’m still yo dad
Ya’ll don’t wanna get my bro mad. You think you know mad, for real
My homie will check you
Turn all these rappers right into my nephews
Use to be in spiritual blindness, Holy Ghost was on silence
Aiming for fornication, aiming for violence
The flow the only thing that got meaner
Now everybody talking bout
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