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Nappy Talk

by Matt Muse

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[Intro] Jesse Owens, Jackie Robinson Kobe with the 8, Dennis Rodman Jesse Owens, Jackie Robinson Kobe with the 8, Kobe with the 8 [Verse 1] Cause I’m a nappy nigga winning Known that since the beginning You see your girl she grinning Cause she ‘bout to be sinning & no it’s no repenting Baby what’s done is done Tell your man you just came through cause field niggas fun Hallelujah I made 25 Lil bro finna be 22 That makes 1 more, 2 more real men for my nephew to look up to So dont tell him what he won’t do Or Uncle Matt gon come through Make real shit disrupt foo And that nappy shit corrupt you when I... [Hook] Breath in, breath out Make em feel this shit Knuck & Buck & leave out cause I got that shit Breath in, breath out Now you got that shit Fuckin up her leave out cause I’m hot as shit [Verse 2] Nappy nigga winning Known that since the beginning Them white girls they be grinning Cause they ‘bout to be sinning Now mama wanna know why she put salt all in her grits & her daddy wanna know why it’s hot sauce all on her fish Then she text me with a kiss Throwing up a power fist I’m like “girl leave me lone, I Already got my bonnet on” Yea my hair den got so long Ain’t cut it off in 3 years Yea that was ‘round the same time I said fuck moving in fear Looked in the mirror Told that nigga “don’t you dimmer, just go glimmer” Had the luck of Will Byers Now I’m feeling like Osiris I make the beat & they spin it They tap out when I pen it I got em taking double Ls nigga no Cole Bennet, y’all better breath [Hook] Breath in, breath out Make em feel this shit Knuck & Buck & leave out cause i got that shit Breath in, breath out Now you got that shit Fuckin up her leave out cause I’m hot as shit [Outro] Nappy nigga winning known that since the beginning You see your girl she grinning Cause she bout to be sinning No intro, this a affirmation for the nappy ones Tell your man you gon play it back Cause field niggas fun yup
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Don't Tweak 02:41
[Intro] Oh yea, oh yea (x6) [Verse 1] Going ghost nigga put me on the Snapchat Got goals nigga tryina make rap stacks Since Ye had pink polos & the backup Head been lost & I cant Google Map back Cause my Sprint phone runs too slow Yea I know it's ironic but it ain't no joke & I can't upgrade cause the bank look bleak But we gon get paid nigga please don't tweek, tell em [Hook] Don't don't don't, don't tweak Don't don't don't, don't tweak Don’t ever think it’s sweet You know I got that heat Tell em we gon stack it up Like we don’t give no fuck Aye if they doubtin us Then tell em back it up Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t tweak on me (4x) You know I got that heat Don’t ever think it’s sweet [Verse 2] How a young kid on the south side gon sleep When my school closed & my mayor wont see me Well I just FaceTimed with Jesus He say they might not believe in us But don’t frostbite don’t freeze up Just go get yo g’s up Ramen cooking on the kitchen stove side of toast, never dinner rolls Young college kid with a lot of loans And a fam at home with no power on Like gifs tryina make the picture shift Got plenty hustle thats a family trait I been moving green i been driving lyft Cause these skinny pockets can’t hold weight And I know that money cant control fate But it’s Superman when them bills late So I swoop the van & I scoop my mans And we writing jams til our hands break & we plotting plans til our heads quake Have a aneurysm for the fam sake I’ma write a rhythm to a better life Just wait til I get my money right [Hook] [Bridge] Ima spit something, they gon go dumb When I stroke the pen, bet that money come Ima spit sumn bet they gon go dumb When I stroke the pen, bet that money come Bet that money come Bet they go dumb Ima spit something, they gon go dumb When I stroke the pen, bet that money come [Outro] Oh yea, oh yea (x6)
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[Hook] Tell em that I’m gone if he looking for me Lately I been running from the sorrow I got all this gold, look like money on me I might have some vibes you can borrow That’s what I been on, that’s what I been on That’s what I been on, that’s what I been on I got all this gold, feel like money on me Fuck what they been on, that’s what Ibeen on [Verse 1: Matt Muse] I been in my zone, I’m so in my zone Promise ima’ hit you back tomorrow & We gon get it on, throw some jewelry on When my pockets deeper than a baritone Skert-skert Bet I make a hater Convert-vert Muse so down to earth Still touch stars off vert Everybody’s scared of the work But be right their for the perks But since Charmaine gave birth A nigga been known his worth-worth So I ain’t hurt They just taste dirt When I go skert-skert People acting so so So I been on solo dolo When the field just get too loco I step in the booth like Romo Try to put my life in slo-mo So you see clear through my vocals No bifocals Going global from that local been the focal Yea Im busy tryina run some shit Politic on funds & shit If misery love company then fuck it I’m on punishment Vibing on that pain It cant knock me out my frame I got too much work to lose & the universe to gain, now let me sing [Hook] [Verse 2: Kleva] On me, I move like I don’t need no piece Like I don’t need your reach Been on and off the feet, track meet Athlete, to each his own I increase my load after I gain control Lose receipts from more transactions don’t even capture what I gross Independent in this business bitch it’s all bout what you know, yea Ain’t nobody tryina be broke I can’t rely on no hope I been supplying the dope I brought you my antidote Brought out the animal Antipope, ante up She pull her panties down, whoa Clean it up, janitor stroke We smoke the cannabis slow Bad bitch advantages I ain’t no amateur, hit up my management They known to handle it Niggas be working don’t be understanding shit Where’s your integrity I keep my distance til I see your pedigree I see a better me, they can’t get rid of me Can’t get ahead of me yup Run it up run it up I get no sleep when the sun is up I be absorbing them frequencies frequently It’s euphoria Focus on keeping your shakras clean Open your body, new oxygen I just put forward what I can lend I kept it thorough through all my sins [Hook] Tell em that I’m gone if he looking for me Lately I been running from the sorrow I got all this gold, look like money on me I might have some vibes you can borrow [Verse 3: Truth] Plotting on your politician Politicking with my hitters & I’m ‘bout to change genders just so I can pipe your sister Call minister, I’m sinister Ain’t no killing her Spit like vinegar black literature Only a quarter revealed, achieving my excellence Let go of the pessimist inside Took me a minute to realize Damn it feel great just to be alive Don’t die today, and you know why Just find a way, got a cold mind No time to play, rep both sides Ain’t nothing safe & you know freestyles be a healing session, no first impression Check the message and wait for seconds These hand gestures be deadly weapons Peep perspectives Outline my whole state of mind Got free what’s a greater crime Tech 9 on the waste line Any time I gotta handle mine It’s crazy out here, but you can be the vibe You can stay in line, or be redefined It’s crazy out here, you can go wild Pick a side, know you sick and tired Give me yours, time to give me mine uh [Hook]
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[Intro] Aye can I talk my, aye can I talk my shit Aye can I talk my shit [Hook] NegroSayin, they ain't tryina hear what this Negrosayin Think this negro playin, then a watch a mufucka go Negrosayin [Verse 1: Matt Muse] Lead foot with this lead in my hand But the verse brazy like I wrote in red pen Young black man with the naps going in Now they on the side pissed like a fuckin bed pan Hold Up Know they get em high when me & Syl Messi roll up Know they wanna hit when me & Ron Parks show up I’m eating Harolds while that Champagne pour up Still South Side when I blow up, give no fuck Tell me that My girl ain't foreign nah nigga she black Super Saiyan 3 with the hair down her back I pop a Sensu Bean when she throwin it back She bout to make a nigga tap Said tell me that shit They hate the words comin out my black lips That's why they stay strapped with them fat clips I spit the verse they go Doot-doot doot-doot-doot doot-doot Now I ain't sayin shit [Hook] NegroSayin, they don't wanna hear what this Negro sayin I said Negrosaiyen, they ain’t tryina hear what this nigga sayin Think this negro playin, then watch a mufucka go Negrosayin My girl black and boujee she Negro slayin Now watch a mufucka go Negrosaiyen [Verse 2: Matt Muse] 2 step to some Femi while I'm sippin on this Henny Feelin the like one for a change like Penny Taking the Harda-way nigga life ain't a gimme But let me work my Magic & I promise we'll see plenty Y'all ain't get the bars Y'all was in the stars Y'all just want applause Y'all ain't got a cause Ima light the ceiling Burn the whole building I'm more like the villain, y'all more like the Krillen I be killin But I give em life with the shit I write Oh it's something right when I'm on the mic Yea I know I got it You ain't know about it Oh don't get me started Leave you broken hearted Yea I was your but you over shot it Bro you betta let your shooter go, put him on the market I am not a none for profit I dont take this shit for granted I just Go-koo and I promise you’ll never stop it Ima fuckin [Hook] [Verse 3: Femdot] Won’t stop til my pockets look more like Piccolo You get Spirit Bombed, touching my residuals Split it with my niggas if it’s getting plentiful Tryina’ get Kakarots-I mean-carats on my neck to make TSA difficult Got me a Chi Chi with chis-chis out That’s my Majin-boo Tat my name on it so you know it’s real like I’m Majin-Buu She brought her friend so I guess I just ménage with boo And just be smooth, don’t try to rendezvous My mans will up the kamayamaya on you So peep...peep what this negro sayin’ The flow stronger than a Kaio-ken You gased up, say you zero fatigue, you Smino friend Do the dash on the dash on the police, they negro slaying I’m just saying I’m so Saiyan Oh my damn I can’t die, I’m Goku I’ll be back again [Hook] [Outro] We over 9000 Getting paid and it’s over 9000 Your girl a 10, mines over 9000 When in this club it was over 9000 Aye, I said we over 9000 Your girl a 10, mines over 9000 Aye, we getting over 9000 The powers in my hair and it’s over 9000
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[Intro: Matt Muse] One, two, one, two, three, sing [Hook: Shawnee Dez] We got no issues you my Shea Butter Baby I can’t forget you, you a special kind of lady Cause when I’m with you girl you know that you amaze me Your Shea Butter saved me, my Shea Butter Baby Ohhhhh we got no issue you my Shea Butter Baby I had to get you, you a special kind of lady And when I’m wit cha girl, I can’t forget cha girl Or the way you saved me My Shea Butter Baby Ohhhhh [Verse 1: Matt Muse] She was like “hey boy, what it do? I think I got a little bit of Shea butter for you Swear you never gon believe all the shit that it do But baby boy just trust me, I promise it’s true The more you put up on your strands Then the stronger they’ll stands The powers in your hair, yea I heard what you saying Put on your skin, let it seep in & the color won’t fade, even in the deep in Now put it on your chest, it might creep to your heart And once the love sparks you can’t go back to the start Now take that as a warning and stick to your fear Let your heart stay dry cause she wasn’t sincere Or take it as a promise that I’ll be right here To keep your heart moisturized Through the joys & cries I can paint a picture, but on you the choice still lies I’m tryina give you this mixture, You with me?” I’m with you, no issue [Hook] [Bridge: Matt Muse] (Shea Butter, that Shea Butter) Now if you got you a Shea Butter Baby in the room I need you to grab their hand one time, throw your dancing shoes on, and get ready to bounce one time, you feel me One, two, one, two, three, sing [Hook]
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[Hook: Matt Muse] I never...changed Aye fuck that new year new me, I'm still the same nigga & Ima do me do me, can't play no games wit cha Now I'm like ooh wee ooh wee, nah I can't change wit cha, nah I can’t change wit cha I never...changed Aye fuck that new year, new me, I’m still the same nigga And ima do me do me, can’t play no games wit cha Naw I can’t change (yea yea) Aye I won’t change (no no) Aye I can’t change (yea yea) [Verse 1: Matt Muse] Still reppin that south south Still runnin my damn mouth Still talkin that nappy talk & throwing power fists til they take me out Same kid use to stay on stony, that's the only island we cruised too Same kid who said fuck school but still followed shawty to NIU & I still won't use this damn degree Cause this music keep my sanity But I still got love for my classmates They the first ones to be fans of me Its no...it's no fantasy, the same nigga who gon be what he planned to be & build a castle from the deck that they handed me With niggas from a different tree but they family & that guarantee That I know my roots, & Ima pay my dues I won't change, Ima just improve Aye I don't strain, ain't got shit to prove Aye that shit strange, make that shit move Aw that's ya dude? Yo mans lame Matthew Muse, Im gon remain & you’ll have that name stuck to your brain cause I never [Hook] I never...changed Aye fuck that new year, new me I’m still the same nigga And ima do me do me, can’t play no games wit cha Naw I can’t change (yea yea) Aye I won’t change (no no) Aye I can’t change (yea yea) [Verse 2: The Boy Illinois] School of hard knocks, but the principals changed I’m riding hard top with no physical pain And you know where I come from ain’t no visitors mane And if you riding ‘round goofy you can sit at a stain But I’m the same hitta Never changed wit cha Land Rover, but a Range nigga Still the same Flamin’ Hots with cheese, whipping Vs still the same Got keep my ears to streets, still the same Gotta gotta keep a zip at least, still the same Tryina stay sane Everybody say you switched up, but they don’t understand I be riding with the fifth up tryina make a change Aye I been tryina make it bang [Hook: Matt Muse] [Outro] I’m still the same nigga, same nigga, same nigga
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about

Nappy Talk was inspired by my decision to grow my hair out 3 years ago. I always felt pressured by my peers and society to be clean-cut in order to be viewed as smart or worthy. I no longer wanted to adhere to the idea that my hair had to be short to be respectable in the eyes of others. I love my natural hair, I love the way it grows; not cutting it correlates with my love for myself and belief in myself as I am. This album is a manifestation of that love and self-confidence. Enjoy.

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released July 13, 2018

Released July 13, 2018

Nappy Talk Executive Produced by Matt Muse & Syl Messi

Nappy Ni**a Winnin': Written by Matt Muse, Produced by Syl Messi

Don't Tweak: Written by Matt Muse, Produced by Rob Major, Additional Vocals by Shawnee Dez

What You On: Written by Matt Muse & Mother Nature, Produced by Rob Major

NegroSaiyan: Written by Matt Muse & Femdot, Produced by 5 Piece

Shea Butter Baby: Written by Matt Muse, Produced by Timmy V, Additional Vocals by Shawnee Dez & Sherren Olivia

Same Me: Written by Matt Muse & The Boy Illinois, Produced by Syl Messi, Additional Vocals by Shawnee Dez & Syl Messi

Getting to It: Written by Matt Muse, Produced by BmfnTaylor, Additional Vocals by Monarie

Album mixed and Mastered by Bryan Schwaller at Classick Studios with additional mixing by Syl Messi
Album Recorded at Classick Studios, Chicago, IL

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