Amazing Stories Pt. 1

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released September 8, 2015

All songs written and performed by S. Givens, B. Mitchell, C. Seawright and J. Walker

All songs produced, recorded and mixed by S. Givens

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Track Name: Overture (Free Jabbar)
[Intro: 2pac]
Them niggas can't fuck with us!
Fuck that peace shit, I ain't even tryna make peace
Fuck 'em all!
The players are on this side
Stupid fucks!

[Verse 1: Jabbar]
I can't process my thoughts, been depressed in the dark
But my progress so *scoffs*, this a contest you lost
Yeah your concepts is cool, but your context is false
I just side-step and move when they send shots at a boss
Say they toppin' the charts, that just got me amused
But I'm kinda confused, cause they obviously marks
Niggas gotta be kidding, they can't dive in this water
Can't survive in these parts, they can't out-swim a shark
Niggas dying to push me, I get bored with the talkin'
I'ma die in some pussy cause I was born in a coffin
I made myself myself, I watched me come alive
You don't like what you see? then *censors* shut your eyes
I came up out the Melph' yelling fuck the other side
You headin' straight to hell cause I can tell you living a facade
I'm a win from the belt, I'm a skip from a god
I'm a gift and a curse, it's only one of my kind

[Hook: Jabbar]
Dog I gotta kill 'em, its either that or jail
Cause flipping quarters only really offers heads or tails
You gotta choose one, I'm talking right or left
You gotta choose one, for me its life or death
Dog I gotta kill 'em, its either that or jail
Cause flipping quarters only really offers heads or tails
You gotta choose one, I'm talking right or left
You gotta choose one, for me its life or death

[Verse 2: Snubnose Frankenstein]
My feuds are food, you fools are fuel
I lose my cool? No soup for you!
Blue Skidoo, I'm through and through
The roadster? The rooster? confuse the two
I flew the coop, too-da-loo
I'm Kunta when the Countach is en route
Yeah I tried to be fair, but why should we care
Spiking the prices high in the air, buyer beware
Get what you paid for when you wage war
The main source, they take score we make more
Decor from the Bape store, they ain't sure if im Sk8brd or . . ?
Cause I was in Shibuya for the summer
Rummaging ruins pulling rubies from the rubble
These motherfuckers lookin' for some trouble
Here's a bullet bruh you're sufferin' I'ma do it cause I love ya

[Hook: Jabbar]
Dog I gotta kill 'em, its either that or jail
Cause flipping quarters only really offers heads or tails
You gotta choose one, I'm talking right or left
You gotta choose one, for me its life or death
Dog I gotta kill 'em, its either that or jail
Cause flipping quarters only really offers heads or tails
You gotta choose one, I'm talking right or left
You gotta choose one, for me its life or death

[Verse 3: Seawright]
I wouldn't stress the past, couldn't care less for that
My niggas done more for me than prayer's ever have
No spared effort had, y'all haters better be mad
Their reign will be over soon, there there, just relax
You said they posed a threat? Guess I don't get the picture
Express it's no need to be signed my niggas still deliver
Who else would know what's best? What's wrong with this nigga?
Since we've been eatin' my figures been gettin' bigger
Chevy Aveo, I wrecked it barely a day old
Meetin' with the head of the label to see what they bring to the table
Fairly unstable, these niggas buck when I say go
Check for the pesos, ready and able to levy the payroll
There's a reason you lapsed, we'll just leave it at that
Been keepin' tabs, your season passed, you needn't ask
Peep the facts, got tired of you feeding 'em trash
Dog, don't mean to brag, the homies are back!
Track Name: The Dunes
[Verse 1: Snubnose Frankenstein]
Easy, easy I got a mean streak
I'll neat freak clean sweep shit if a seat squeak
My street team on the qui vive like a sneak peak
Y'all knee-deep, need tipi for the feces
Nothing to sneeze at, he think he Weezy
BG, bling bling, 100's in the seabreeze
They wanna see my sleeve for the cheat sheet
They wonder how I do it, shiiiit beats me!

[Hook: Snubnose Frankenstein (MitchGoneMad)]
Knock 'em dead, (knock 'em dead)
Knock 'em dead knock 'em dead knock 'em dead, (knock 'em dead)
I confess I'm the best knock 'em dead, (knock 'em dead)
Knock 'em dead knock 'em dead knock 'em . . dead

[Verse 2: MitchGoneMad]
You need experience to be the boss
Addin' the paper, what you need, a job?
Speakin' soft cause I know people talk
But think of crossing me they gon' be singing "Jesus Walks"
I told fools they don't want beef
I'm Whole Foods, hold you to them subtweets
They old news, I'ma come clean
I'm wondering, should I leave the monkeys in one piece?
Nah

[Hook: Snubnose Frankenstein (MitchGoneMad)]
Knock 'em dead, (knock 'em dead)
Knock 'em dead knock 'em dead knock 'em dead, (knock 'em dead)
I confess I'm the best knock 'em dead, (knock 'em dead)
Knock 'em dead knock 'em dead knock 'em . . dead

[Verse 3: Seawright]
Artistry like Matisse, made my new bitch into what she should be
Now all her ex-men marvel at her mystique
I tried to hide my feat but that's the same shit that made me a beast
Be at ease when police creep
Speakin' villainy then we ain't see a thing
Making sure all of my niggas get a piece
A mill' is cool won't be happy 'til we got a feast

[Hook: Snubnose Frankenstein (MitchGoneMad)]
Knock 'em dead, (knock 'em dead)
Knock 'em dead knock 'em dead knock 'em dead, (knock 'em dead)
I confess I'm the best knock 'em dead, (knock 'em dead)
Knock 'em dead knock 'em dead knock 'em . . dead
Track Name: Trump Card
[Verse 1: Jabbar]
Call me Michael Bar-leone
I'm always gone in the studio, I'm hardly home
Now I got a heart of stone
My last bitch fucked me over, now I'm never sober ever
And I just recorded 40 songs
I ain't worried 'bout no move, fuck that I'm in the zone
I can't party with you maricónes , I don't care about the blog that you saw me on (nah)
I don't rock with near one of y'all, talk to me from afar
Back back give me 50 feet, in fact 100 yards
They just tryna catch my style rubbin' off
I ain't felt like this since Snub' was an underdog
Was humble but saw everything I love come apart
I just wanna run my money up from the art
Give me 10 bands on a Discover card, and all these girls loose ends I had to cut 'em off (but)

[Hook: Jabbar]
I need you to understand that it's only strictly business
Ain't no hard feelings with the shit to me, it's only strictly business
I need you to understand that it's only strictly business
Ain't no hard feelings with the shit to me, it's only strictly business

[Verse 2: Snubnose Frankenstein]
Paper to blow, wanna sign us gotta pay through the nose
We gave you the code, and they was playin' me close
Just in case kept a ace in the hole
Safety patrol, I say when to go
The future in my eye nigga, Raven Symone
Your ratings was low, they came for a show
Okay I'ma hang from the goal
Ya'll going out of style, Just try going out in style
Wanna be over there, boy you know you not allowed
Flashing lights, got your woman foaming at the mouth
My asking price? You gone need more green to buy me out

[Hook: Jabbar]
I need you to understand that it's only strictly business
Ain't no hard feelings with the shit to me, it's only strictly business
I need you to understand that it's only strictly business
Ain't no hard feelings with the shit to me, it's only strictly business

[Verse 3: MitchGoneMad]
Look, every check made's a chess play, I should make that my catchphrase
It's some things I gotta set straight, nigga I'm the best of this decade
Glad I got that off my chest plate, cleared my headspace of the deadweight
Then I segue to the next pay, might just bet Jay at the Nets game
I know you saw me seated courtside, jewelry hung like a mistrial
Got some shooters that'll take a charge, if you ever try to get foul
You got some niggas that'll point me out, and take the stand just to sit down
Wow, that's why they wanna come around, man i had to cut 'em off like Kung Lao

[Hook: Jabbar]
I need you to understand that it's only strictly business
Ain't no hard feelings with the shit to me, it's only strictly business
I need you to understand that it's only strictly business
Ain't no hard feelings with the shit to me, it's only strictly business

[Bridge: Jabbar]
Only a couple of stacks really be coming from rap, it just cover my tracks
Tell 'em the hustler's back, all in my email they asking for somethin' attached
We need our money in cash, just to reply back and say we not fucking with that
I feel like I'm running the map, I swear I'm a legend, now where all your customers at?

[Verse 4: Seawright]
He put in a rack but it wasn't exact, did him a favor and I cut him some slack
Wasn't up to the task when our trust was intact
Since we fell out it's been fuck the collabs
The good with bad, talking luxury tax
Man I swear this life can be a juggling act
You stuck budgeting bills, guess it must be the cap
I think it's 'bout time you niggas hung up your hats
I'm with some niggas known to tote a tool like Tommy Pickles
Feel a li'l tempted? If you want it then we got your issue
Blow when I hit billboard, it's Pole Position
Broke the note and then we split it, gimme sum to hold my interest
Either old or new addition, we just wanna know the difference

[Hook: Jabbar]
I need you to understand that it's only strictly business
Ain't no hard feelings with the shit to me, it's only strictly business
I need you to understand that it's only strictly business
Ain't no hard feelings with the shit to me, it's only strictly business
Track Name: Fight For Your Life
[Verse 1: Snubnose Frankenstein]

I wear the crown upon a troubled brow
And I often wonder how cause yall is funny style but fuck it
Once the money pile up a country mile
I must be stubborn cause they want me to come around
Now I've seen some get sunken by their stomping grounds, (wow) All of a sudden it's a haunted house, motherfuckers runnin' out
But you have to be brave
Cause after the cake that's when your family change (but aye)
Stand in the way I ain't gon' slam on the brake
I'll take my chances leaving that up to fate
Won't waste my talents building castles in Spain
Just as my dad would tell me back in the day (he would say)

[Hook: Snubnose Frankenstein (Cheeky Blakk)]
Hang tough, it's the way that you gain trust
But you know they gon' wait 'til the day of
Don't play dumb, it's too late nigga pay up, and
Stay from out my face with the fake love
I made something shake, now shake sumn
I base jump the stage for today's stunt
It takes guts but to me it ain't nun'
I know they hate us, but we say
Fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)

[Verse 2: MitchGoneMad]
Life's a gamble and we all die
It's a cold world, walk by and you'll get frostbite
I can't lie I see no value in you small fries
And for a feat' I'ma need my knots hog-tied
I stayed down, and they think I'm depressed
Is because I'm great man they wanna test?
You wanna be the best you gotta beat the best
So nowadays it's me versus myself, cause when you
Changing the game that's when the press start to play
It's no biggie I leave it all up to faith
It's kinda hard to coach when you out of place
And all the bull make you change, but I adjust to the fame
(cause we hang)

[Hook 2: Snubnose Frankenstein (Cheeky Blakk)]
We hang tough, it's the way that you gain trust, but you know they gon' wait 'til the day of
Don't play dumb, it's too late nigga pay up, and stay from out my face with the fake love
I made something shake, now shake sumn
I base jump the stage for today's stunt
It takes guts but to me it ain't nun
I know they hate us, but we say
Fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, (fuck them niggas)
Say fuck them niggas, wait hol' up hol' up
Track Name: Open Season Ft. Ugly Frank
[Verse 1: Jabbar]
The jig is up
I got the smoking gun on everybody, look how every shot I hit is clutch
I could never stop or get enough
Cause anything I do is either new edition or the shit deluxe
Nigga hold your tongue or get the fuck
Cause anytime they open up they mouth another one just hit the dust
If you lyin' I begin to hunt
Might I remind you if you try to slide ain't nobody slick as us
Them boys ducks I should get 'em stuffed and plucked off
Just for fun, just because I can't rock with you punks
We the ones you can't sit amongst
Oh you the shit huh? okay, i could lift a thumb and get you flushed
They want a mill' but I want 50 plus
I'ma fuck the game 'til it bust, then disappear for months
Don't try to diss, them Nola killers still in touch
How you gon' come at a big dog when you niggas runts?

[Verse 2: Seawright]
These niggas must be missing' sumn, the fuck you think they get it from?
Did this once before and we settled matters with fisticuffs
But hurry 'fore you miss the fun, we gon' need some bigger guns
Our finger on the trigger for the years to come
Either I'm the best or you trippin', we not impressed by you simpletons
Just spent my stipend I might regret that shit by the end of this but
Patricia got my reinvesting my dividends
Leave some bread at the crib she the reason my checks are triplin' dog
Vince still armed like Full Metal
Slick talk and big charms man y'all can do better
Who let 'em, I feel sorry I guess they too pressured
Ooh they sparked the fuse, we gon' blow in a few seconds
Took shots, sent 'em back, this Uzi a ton
Now I got the camp waiting for you to respond
They say I'm prone to lead a stage, I'm aiming and shooting for stars
True enough, pacing thinking "maybe I'm foolish for trying"
(Caesar)

[Verse 3: Ugly Frank]
Livin' cooler than your average
Counting' cabbage local motive mental
Tap into a triple way dimension when I'm stackin'
Keep the burner on me, I be iffy when I travel
Case a nigga try to hem me up and stick me for the package
Move a motorbike
Heavy-weighted, nickel-plated four pounder
Hit you with the banger like I'm Triple H
This shit is kinda tricky ain't it? I push the aqua-colored Bimmer
See the bitches wavin', but irregardless I'm a demon
I be mobbin' through yo' hood with a 40 gallon of molly
It's obvy I wanna party, I'm potty
Swear to god that my inner-body just jumped out my outer-body My bodies just took a bitch to the room and karate chopped her
I chopped down a tree and built me a village
Of gritty-minded and villainous niggas who give a fuck
And will push your wig to the front (look)
We breaking in and bitch we breaking what we want (look)
Don't make me angry bitch you know that you in danger
I'll be on my merry way after showing me where the safe is
IPads, passports, heirlooms, bracelets
Brace yourself the niggas who with me awful abrasive
They famous for leakin' niggas for nothing and creasing braces
I'm famous for taking bitches
Fucking 'em 'til they tits starts sagging
I crush her heart and i run her purse on the daily
I'm passively aggressive i often pass on the sess
Cause i'd rather fuck with the niggas who pay me, quite frankly
(Franklin)