Jacobi Red's debut mixtape filled to the brim with swag. rffc.tumblr.com follow @jacobired contact: mrjacobired@gmail.com

v1 She a bad bitch, like something out a mag Beside her, designer empty leather bag She never carry cash, so credit is very bad But mami Fresh to death ima bury that I'm peeping her legs couldn't tell she was staring back Im thinking ahead hot as hell she been there & back So I asked I don't mean to sound eclectic But baby can u tell me how was heaven when you left it & then we jet & she loving how them checks get Every single color style of her favorite dresses & if we riding Lexus she acting like my ex's But if we in that jet Benz she be like my best friend I can't stand it but I'll never abandon the p Plus I know just how to handle the b Whisper something fake grab her where them handles would be A Quick blink we tearing up the sheets Cuz baby girl afrique v2 Tell me why She always do her nails in the truck It don't matter getting nailed in the truck bed Why she always feigning like them heels ain't enough Like Me & the devil cut a deal for the rough sex Say she going jogging skinny jeans & the pumps I know she lying tell me why I won't confront yet I tell her I love her but it's all really lust But if it isn't am I ready for the jump yet? But what does she really mean to me It seems to me she needs me to breathe I make her think I believe she needs a shrink So She do whatever she think she needs to keep me Bringing all of her friends to the crib to meet me She can probably guess what it is I'm thinking -She put her mad face on making my heart skip a beat Ménage a trois up in the loft she afrique

v1 Oh lord My companions are the pen & the sword No lighter cuz I'm spitting the torch Neo in search of the Source Young padawan in search of the force To move crowds like a cattlemans horse Ya herd it wolf man eyes facing the north Ya girlie she admire the whip Eyes saying that she trying to dip & She's a slave to u driving the whip So we escape now she driving the stick da dick Now see how quick a chick switch the stick up for a nigga in a pickup truck They see through the warrior makeup She will never leave him nor can she believe him Instinct to lie girls change with the seasons The only thing in this life to chase is a dream bitch Up the pace take ur place with the kings & ain't a thing on this earth that they can tell us Stay true to urself & In the words of the elders Chorus: I see ur tired I know I see the life that you chose I see nobody has told you once you go outdoors You're out on ur own x4 I said just Trust what you know & u can never go wrong They told me Follow your nose but once you go outdoors You're out on ur own x4 v2 In the spirit of the hunt He hides appearing to be nothing A lion in the brush Stays quiet for his lunch But I will never be hushed Before my body is dust Never for long my songs digging me up & it's hard when Struggles turn to hardships U will get the thought Ur just another artist Damn Just perfect the art then start making a plan You're heading for the door cuz parents don't understand & Take a look at ur soul there's more to being a man Than lying to urself & exploring what's in ur pants While I'm exploring the world & getting cash At last u found ur calling in life is living fast So take the pain of the past & pour it out in a glass My girl Mary does a number with jack U can't keep ur soul locked down with a home The place you go to get what u want is outdoors Chorus: I see ur tired I know I see the life that you chose I see nobody has told you once you go outdoors You're out on ur own x4 I said just Trust what you know & u can never go wrong They told me Follow your nose but once you go outdoors You're out on ur own x4

My homie died yesterday I'm still coping Fell victim to the grind with his eyes still open Maybe He was looking for the good In this world See It doesn't take much in this life to lose focus Just a dream deferred in other words A burden we observe it hurts to let the words mix & once in them birds will then converge to splurge to get them purses gold diggings the worst shit & then try to fit a job in wit college Theres No room for all the Costumes in the closet But through the hard knocking and nonsense He couldn't hear the door hard knocking it's ur concious fighting yourself is just an uphill battle Shining spotlight on the monster only makes a bigger shadow Lifes got me feeling like the baby with the rattle but ur just an astrophysisist u don't even matter Mass & velocity I stand in front of tragedy Maybe cuz I'm killing these beats but granted amnesty Cold war kid that's word to ur mother anytime I drop the new shit make u duck & cover Take a look at the pharoh but please don't touch My lines sarcophagus gold with no Rustin Never see me up in the club I'm out bustin Nuts over beats & once ur asleep I'm the nigga creeping outta ur closet spitting lyrical bombs I'm no trig but I'm a problem The rent I couldn't aford so Ima dodge em While u were cleaning them floors I'm cleaning up in the stores In them days my pay was more Acura I did it on my accord it was more natural Now My minds lambo humble as a lamb though Rappers getting jammed up I got Peter pan flow No I'll never grow up I'm focused on the blow up Get ur doe up & I Better get the cheese for these cold cuts Sandwich ill bag this with my eyes closed that's fine homie but u better drive slow

v1 I finished school then I started handling business Applying reverse physics & grinding to the limit Now everything that I drop rise & won't diminish I'm rhyming till my shit televised & Grammy wining Red rippin, u rap on the side it's obvious Time is just a bit on my side cuz I'm not even 19 & u won't find nobody iller Than I so put ur cups to the sky & sip the liquor now Brush up on it what u wanted tell em bring em out Talking just a couple hundred never bring em out She was touching sleazy does it guess I bring it out She wanna get to genie rubbing heavy breathing now Call the reverend Grab the railing oh we leaving now Shawty bailing aint no telling where it's leading now Now I'm in her mouth - then I'm coming out Swallow the accent but she know I'm from the south Chorus: Look in the mirror-mirror on my wall & I see my only enemy Real shit I want it all I put the world on my shoulders It's on me--never take a day off hell It's on me--whenever they talk well It's on me--so whatever u want girl It's on me me me v2 Now everybody got their 2 cents Hatin till I hop up out that new shit Open sesame then where the roof is? & u can tell my ambitions where the roof is On a mission to put on exhibits where the Louve is No dummy make money make noise I'm tripping in the interview trying to stay poised Don't they get it I'm a fucking power in this game, boi Energizer to this, up the lights when I spit Beware of fluorescent lights from the wrist I'm lying I'm pushing the backlight on the wrist They be trying to mime us & size up the risk They're just clouding their minds I do mines on the wrist Fighting can fuck up ur whole life, Michael Vick & if u fighting for good u might not make it rich But ima get out the hood & take life like the pigs Get enough of the goods & give it right to the kids

Nick Nack paddwack give a dog a bone Nick sack pretty fat niggies on the phone & they just tryna kick it get it all lit up Blowin shit ll make ya chest jump like a sit up Wait about ten now a couple of em wit us Dimes ya minds gettin slow try to keep up Wind up 5 of the pine that'll keep us Til u get back wit the yak nigga Pop both those four locos & pass me those Toke in a full circle I gotta go tho Stumble to the truck I'm drunk I suppose Got an appetite for dykes & redbones if they frontin tonight goodnight ur legs closed I'm gone in every sense, been floating ever since, I'm rolling heavy tints so gon and take a sip ma I'm heaven-sent, belong in every list, be flowin off the rip we goin to the westside Yes I'm that guy now she know feathers on my neck protects from all evil Respect & a check I collect like the repo Man they tryna find a way to buy my stilo they want they jock strap that can be arranged What's a few more hundred thou down the drain Dang That's what these label heads are boasting picking up cats like animal controlmen I forgot please tell me where I'm goin Dreamsll fuck wit ur mind and blindfold it Swerving down the highway of life with no exit in sight Route 666 will have u burnin Plus the reapers on a quota and he's lurkin looking for a place to drop his turd in Be it in a false NASDAQ or in that hoes asscrack better keep ur mind strapped up homie Little ones carry guns in ya stomach And keep ya head high or the world will down dumb it Dumb it down if u can catch what I'm throwin Ur in the select few of the worlds chosen So keep ya mind open

well just how unfortunate is he? cursed by a gypsy, inside of his minds a design meant for Ripley's righteous & ripping signs of an Einstein's mind, ill & sickly reminds of a young king in the cave where he's forced to remain a slave to the beats & the spoils of the game he drowns in medusas, sleeps with sirens he commands you to listen, but in his mind is turmoil unseen-the more bad dreams that he has about not having things makes him fiend seems life will never perk up but our hero will fight through the hydras, whole armies he'll murder inhaling the bourbon, & sailing the wondrous seas in search of his purpose tell me do you believe in ghosts in machines, well i do leave your ipod on when you sleep 7 they'll find you

Jugar miss The logic is flawless I'm taking a long trip Somewhere in Milan bitch Where groupies are jawless Any Italian 10 is a target & my pistol is polished So baby get to shakin it Ima get to drinking U prolly should get to docking it Fore she get to thinking She could prolly get a better catch Now she fuckin with her ex Friend, ex man nightcrawling under ya bed Damn see the flow switch like a harder trick They don't understand just how wild it gets Round here we greener than John Deere That's meaning it's our year We taking it all yeeea & girls of all sizes shapes are all skanks In here so drop a line & take em then thank the beer Man I'm sick of throwing parties at the crib We fucking just for The fun of it baby that's all it is so

What it feel like? Just a regular day This what it feels like on the block where I stay Niggas out earning their stripes & murdering over nikes Music take me away away away To a time before I was on the grind & nothing was on my mind remember when I was nine Ms Stephanie told me that I would shine & last week I seen with feigns snorting the lines up That just motivates me for better lines That, pretty bitches & dreams of better times but I can't lie I probably had it better Than most of these niggas my parents ain't together At least I had both they made the path clearer I never sold dope but getting to the cheddar Found & lost love, I wish I never met her It's a cold cold world mutherfuckers get ur sweaters out I'm just tryna find peace like I'm bailing out Won't find it mainstreaming & selling out So long the path seems but I'll never doubt Just a young nigga with a dream & a dirty mouth Clean it up I got the bars of lever U niggas couldn't touch me with the arms of shiva Ima need my niggas just to arm ur seed up Pump em full of knowledge show them how to be leaders I could never solve our problems in a verse But a couple rap dollars wouldn't hurt I can finally get my mom that leather purse My duty's spreading the gift within the curse For touching niggas with illness like the nurse Yea I tried to be calm but fuck taking a loss I'm bringing the tape to y'all don't care about what it costs & To these niggas that's scarier than a burnt cross at ur crib If ur hatin best my name not cross ur lips U the main kaws like them double crosses is You Feeling dazed it's that blunt force trauma bitch & I ain't talking rillos Bout to chill with Mello & probably go play with these hoes like a young gipetto We see em cover their nose when we tell em hello Do you have a man? See I understand They just looking for good times baby that's the plan Roll it up then get higher than a ceiling fan Pop a couple get wired like the ceiling fan I spit a written she get wild betcha she a fan Know I'm the god but it's harder just to be a man I find it harder just to be a man When my day is almost over I sit back & blaze my dosier & look at the moon x3 Up late nights I play that soldier Trying to take back what they stole but I do it for you x3

v1 We make money That probably explains why the taste's funny Expensive I'm talking that ranch & estate money We live this supply check obey Snap The gourmet boots match I'm crushing the scene homie I'm nothing you've seen nor here there or between The swagger is meanwhile the flow is obscene I hit my nigga grapes up for the potentest green That Blackberry K 6.0 on the beam Now we blowing the steam locomotive regime Niggas Take that I'm pushing ahead like wave caps Y'all acting like this shit ain't a race erase that I chop the shit on a plate & bake tracks niggas I move wood kick push through the hood Decrepit bricks over I trick it's all good We Ducking the ave where they be sucking the glass dick They stuck in the past, we making them future classics Chorus: I don't know if you know this feeling Hit it & jump off the deep end I feel like I can stomp the ceiling I must be ODE Hit you in your chest like hiyah! Don't need no designated driver You know I keep a forest fire We going ODE v2 You know where were going Right into the stars Higher than a Boeing Sailing clear to mars We hailing gin&tonic But can't get into bars Its Prolly cuz I'm on it When I'm getting to the bars We headed to the boutique Never to the mall See I love all the groupies but I cant hug them all We rolling like a ball Cr-crush it till it's small Fill it to the brim until it's looking like Rick Ross Damn here we go again It don't really hit you till a nigga try to stand Now I can see the movie from the last row in the stands Or ride the instrumental take a trip to foreign lands All these freaking artists All I see is clones Look around the room All I see is stones We party till we throw up Throw up till it's gone No I will never grow up so roll up the chong Sent from my iPod

v2 Welcome to the regime just a manifestation of my dreams Reminiscent of something you've never seen Inside of me there's a hunger that never leaves It's that pride in me it's a struggle balancing beam & this goes out to all of the folks who never believed Them niggas who insisted on choking all of our dreams They ain't listen when I told em that I was building a team only Now they memorizing my quotes & all of it seems phony Good luck jacking the style finding the jeans on me Tell em it's diamond supply & 10Deep homie & they still won't buy I'm out of ur league homie Classically trained directing talking machines That means I'm in the basement with my baby Alesis Trying to reinspire ur minds hoping it reaches Finally see the fruits of my grind when it releases I'm tryna leave the stadium speachless Or maybe saying v1 I'm wha-what u wanted Yea I'm all on it Where I belong is right where I'm going Don't get me wrong for y'all niggas I'm coming Yea I've been gone I'm hitting the ground running I'm quite the fellow been killing it all summer I'm nice like carmello but shooting lebron jumpers Black white to yellow mulatto they all want us The Project ll throw a party for nothing they all show up I guess nothing will change when we all blow up We steady popping bottles like we just won the lotto I'll talking that old no. 7 on the rocks hoe Guess I'm just a cold muthafucker from the block No I'm just an average Nigga that be killing when I'm getting to the pad & Following the beat of that that's underneath the fashion Searching through my lyrics for something everlasting That's when a fan says Coda: Westside in this Where I reside the sirens & them choppers go bang bang bang Ya better find ur clique or get with mine it's obvious that's these niggas can't hang They keep saying hip-hops dead Well ima just rock heads Whatever to make ya system go bang They take one look at the bloodshed Say u killing it Red I bet they gon remember my name Sent from my iPod

Under - The World

Take my hand & you'll realize This world were in it's all in ur mind See Its a Digital surface & so picture perfect That nobody knows Late night screams in the night Theyll haunt ur dreams & hunt till u find Yourself deep inside yourself U can try but it's already gone Chorus: Then it's over Oh could it be over It's already over Were just getting older now You had a dream on ur shoulder child But it's colder out on ur own I see that look in ur eyes You will never be alive You're so computerized u will never be alive Fuck what they told ya u will never be alive Ur So computerized u will never be alive v2 Choose ur blade the pen or the sword See life's a game and love is a war & It's a beautiful surface but where is the purpose In living alone Plant ur seed & see for yourself Control ur greed but reach for the wealth Of mind & soon you'll find What u seek is already home credits released 18 May 2011 Produced by Jacobi Red