FINEST HOUR! (remastered)

Book 6, Real Shit How the f*ck you scissor when you don't got clit? How you so cracked and you don't got clips? That's like tryna talk shit when you got a dumb lisp 23 'til infinity, upright on my business You niggas can't belittle me Put out the album like inertia Nigga, you're too slow, yeah, I know, I been heard ya Don't make me go frisk I can be passive but I'm not afraid to talk my shit I'd rather get that genocide Giving the mass population my musical pesticide This my HD era, things will be different 2024 will become my new beginning Cayden. Null? Cayden. Null? Where the hell you been? Don't mind me, I've been hiding in the trash bin Just kidding, I'm still chilling like a villain Well damn, Mr. Null, how the hell you been feeling? Pretty shit, hit or miss Still dealing with kids that get mistakes from their parents Helga-ass behavior so I know it's apparent Dealing with too many losses to count Dealing with too many losses of fucks But f*ck it, slap a nigga head that's built like a nugget You built like a kid that's emo and shit But you actually just retarded and evil and shit Hip hop on my dick, no rapper's delight Putting on my rapping shoes just like I'm Mike And I was running too but not like Forrest More like Majors, running from his mistress for not returning the favor Jungle fever, no 105 Didn't you hear the track? I believe it's number 5 2 number 9s, staying referencing the games because they saved my life Before movies and this ear shit, favorite color is pink And Ahmier thinks that's queer shit, but I don't hear shit I'm tone deaf, I'm on the spectrum too, no internet Not because of it, no Mr. Glover Though I'm childish, and if you got a problem you can suck on this not so mild dick It's more like, supersized 'Cause I'm black y'all, I'm black y'all And you can see the melanin from my sack y'all I'm getting jiggy with it And that girl in the corner getting fishy with it And I'm the type to name the interludes after books With niggas named Pilgrim in it, and I can't get out And you can thug it, I make music for kids like me So they know they can do it too, stay positive We all got futures dude So get with it, niglet, the earth is just a big fat fidget spinner I sound like a white-washed Eminem And I still don't like peanut M&Ms So let me start my countdown, 1, 2, 10 Finest hour, beginning of the end Music is a girl to me, and I'm in love with her booty Venus as a boy, I believe in her beauty Rap is an easy bitch Anyone can do it Now because I'm 14, compose my own beats and lyrics I'm dope enough to f*ck around with any nigga setlist F*ck your conglomerates, spit that Futurama shit Threw you for a curveball, good kush and alcohol January 26, 2023, my nigga Noodle died due to that Powers That B Real shit I still miss her everyday, but that's alright Let me readjust Minute left on the clock And yet I feel like I can't stop So much to be said, can't wait for the next project So y'all can hear it, so sped and finished, no fumble Finna finesse using alliteration in my raps To make it sound blessed to the ears of my beautiful peers F*ck I see ya niggas looking at me But I don't give a f*ck Ride my magic stick as much as you want Album so fire, did it all myself Self-validation was my real only help Shout out to Iz & Johnny for believing in me Shout out Yaya and Sire for always giving the steam Shout out my Lakeside niggas for being the team I appreciate it Hope you like this shit Noodle: The Pink CD