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HEATCHECK!

by Francis Arevalo

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The Cage (Intro) 01:08
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I Can't Wait 03:08
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I Can’t Wait (repeat) he said he would do it, he’s so set in his ways when he says he’ll pursue it, he’s gonna show you the way haters won’t get in the way, we never felt so awake later they’ll say, oh damn, they did do whatever it takes ok, all we have are the words; all we have are the word so have you heard, that sheep was running the herd last one to leave, know that we’re coming in first at the finish line, we won’t wonder what we've done for the world nothing is sure; except effort and passion for work pass me the mic — and tonight, we gon’ show ‘em a verse we’re nobody’s saviours — we all participate first we could be brave with the hurt, you’re here, there is reason for birth we belong; with a song, make meaning on earth he’s been meaning to have a meeting with god, show ‘em a verse When you’re blessed with a curse, you know yesterday’s worth So whatchu heard? You know we do it to serve Prechorus: I can’t go back if i wanted I’ve been at it for too long Turned my back on my demons Now i’m redeeming my soul Turned my dreams into really really real Y’all dont know I only do what i wanna Whatever’s good for my soul And i can’t wait for it, no! he said he would do it, he’s got something to prove watch him using the music, he’s got people to move a human to be, a truth to uncover, he’s building a team that’s feeling the dream, with good rhythm and vision to see in position to teach, within him, there's a mission to reach and ambition to be a leader with the team that we keep, and the blood & the family that’s been given to me to listen is free, so i lay some wit and wisdom on beats offer ignition to each, i could do this in my sleep really do this in my sleep, i wake up to dreams, Not as hard as it seems, even if some years pass, i know who i’m determined to be, you can’t deter me my crew's feeling real dutiful, make something beautiful I’m making mixtapes so I can rap at my funeral This is for my day ones, i won't need vacations cuz imma live em days that i don’t need to escape from (Prechorus)
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How High 02:40
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Chorus: One day I´m gon´ touch the sky Time flies but so do I Oh my my, oh my Now I decide just how high Verse 1: People messing with energy, let’s keep sentiments straight settin’ em straight, when i got my own M.O. tryna calibrate, my time you waste this life is short, so my kind of space ain’t got idiots in it, i count the minutes until my fate my spirit is sacred, until i meet my maker, my way, imma keep on making, i stay tryna meet my greatness halfway i´m tryna awaken my state the situation is telling hell, sorry i can’t hear you over my ancestors yelling Pre: We gon’ rise We on the come up We´ll be fine We’ve had enough, uh We gon’ be ok We gon’ be ok (say) we gon’ be ok (Say) We gon’ be ok now Chorus Verse 2: My name’s inconvenient, ay that’s how i like it it holds experience, stories, fights and my life all inside it i like my skin how it is i sing when i feel pain rappers claiming that real talk, but i rhyme with my real name see here i know the feeling is there see my people dreaming, exceed in the face of despair beating the evils that keep us seated we’re clearing the air, fearing no man and people fighting to see what is theirs Pre-chorus Chorus
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All Good (ft. Wundrkut) 03:27
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This is for the lessons and the stresses, everything I’ve been defeated by for my beating heart and the parts of us that we redefine no longer sleep deprived, i just wanna see me rise i feel alive, and now i got more drive than the Sea 2 Sky i breathe a sigh of relief, i see the signs and believe i’m feeling fine because i’m finally realigning with me divine and dreams i’m finally finding in reach, we could listen to ourselves, i think it’s time that we speak when we finally see ourselves, i think we find what we seek they’re called reflections for a reason, so we mind what we mean new directions that you dream before you’re laid to your sleep are you playing yourself or are you playing for keeps? are you paying attention into your own energy? and staying out of the way of being your own enemy? and being the reason that you can love yourself when it seems everything’s falling apart at the seams, it’ll be all good, all good i walk the talk, so when they jock, i tell em get to stepping i’m up at AM, at the radio i’m yelling FM stationed on my patio chair, rocking’ denim i condemn ‘em with their penning, shades on, son never settles the sun was never raising, i thought i’m never rising but we can't rush horizons, timing leads to lines aligning i’m just trying get higher, uh, not tryna get hired, but i’ll raise every lion up, and make it happen now feeling awesome, think i’m the common denominator uncommonly dominating, offing haters often soon as i was off hiatus rockin stages to bobbin’ faces, giving ‘em comp tickets and some odd sensations thanks for compliments but i don’t wanna get complacent no competition, cuz it ain’t a competition, face it, vis a vis, see me in first place, tete a tete, be so ahead, forget it only credit's on your Visa statement we might put the whole city on our back where the jerseys at they ain’t seen us work at that, or heard the raps, or serve the scene, or learn the craft i ain’t seen a better team to earn the rep or burn a set i can’t name a team that held court since the grizzlies left i get mine and i still get busy assisting the game’s different we ain't playin' with the same vision we gon make the game listen ain’t with us in the gym we came with it Irving knows i only practice game winners so tell me why the loudest ain’t got nothing to say cuz now the quiet gotta riot just to offer a way been lost and i thought that i lost my timing but that rhyming would help when i went looking for an answer, i was finding myself like who would expect that dude would come and ruin the set these dudes couldn’t get how Kuya was getting used to respect only the realest had a clue that their Kuya could flex Vancouver’s best kept secret, y'all can tell ‘em who’s next all good
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HEATCHECK! 04:06
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i’m feeling real good so i gotta tell you a story i dropped two mixtapes and my fam was for me yet my name gets missed, i don’t wanna make your lists think i’m in a whole different category dawg, whether or not you think i’m dopest i’ll make a living with the homies i was broke with i’m speaking to heroes, and fearing no equal and keeping appearance while hearing my people cuz i could show you what’s good and i thought i had nobody to be til i realized nobody is me so that really means it seems that nobody is you so find something to do, just know i see something in you most laughed when i had ‘em hear my first drafts, can i have ya ears? now you wonder what happened here? i did in half a year what most cats won’t have in their whole career now come on Chorus now he’s that dude that do that smooth rap on the boom bap and he use rap to move cats and now his name all in your group chat swoop and when the ask who’s got next look ‘em in the eye and yell heatcheck because i look around the whole town nobody else lookin’ like they got now be the rapper that you adore baddest bars, even better with the rapport mad scores, if ya wonder if i’ll rap more i feel like steph curry from half court i won’t say that i told you so but you should listen to your older bro imma beat your bets, ya ain’t believe me yet? they call me keith in the street see my heat make the people sweat heatcheck oh you’re digging me now why the deepest gotta be underground cuz the vision is loud, i’m just reverse engineering it now i bet in 5 years, still tryna figure it out do i have to say the accolades, the path i paved the maps i made i laid in raps like i think the way that chess plays and when i say heatcheck, dawg i really mean checkmate Chorus what if i never leave my day job i mean i'm killing it without having a day off now imagine what happens after this pays off do a good job, or else they better lay off i knew this wouldn’t be a way to the wealth but i knew it was a way outta hell ain't no telling dreams will ever come true i might sleep and i'll never come to, then at least it was a way to myself so what’s next they think i’m cooking with magic damnit this reality’s happening how i planned it francis ain’t a whack millennial rapping this one has more drive than two millennium falcons i ain’t even stunting i’m just telling the truth cuz now everybody’s frontin, while i’m still still in the booth i can’t stop so tell me what i’m supposed to do ya boy making more waves than the ocean do so what’s good? Chorus i gotta put my family on when the cat got the knack bad crafting a song clapback whack cats when they slacking and wrong i grew up with karaoke, so you’re rapping along y’all sloppy it shows, been watching your shows no beef but you're looking like the sloppiest joes --cocky when you rocking, but you’re chicken in flow i got WSDM in the chops like the barber i go the farther i go, the further i see i learned to believe all the flames that were burning in me the purpose to be, the best-verse version of Francis now i’m sparked with the fire that you ain’t matching my heart never tires, that dude can’t catch him show my whole hand, and they still can’t catch it ohh y’all better get used to this even the industry’s curious whenever kuya spits Chorus
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Sunrise at Mt. Pleasant 04:31
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(mean what you say and what you portray) what is this, what is bad what is good, what good is that what is my purpose, and what is its purpose what's tryin too hard, what is imperfect what if my works worthless, what if my worth wordless what if they draft me on the first version am i the third charm, or the worst wordsmith what if my hurt surfaced, could i subvert burdens Or my herd heard this, got some birds perching then my verse worsens, damn - curse my verses But i will verse hurdles, and think to urge persons to murmur words early, and hurl their worries furthest i’m on the verge sergin, i need a stern talking got the nerds bobbin, i got a firm offer what if i earned purses, moreso my terms earned em what if i writers block, i could avert curtains i will emerge earnest, could i merge verdicts I spit that burn sternum, reflection eternal what if i tried hard, what if i found god what if these lines fall flat and my minds gone what if my crew loves or hates all of it or the world does the opposite what if my crew loves or hates all of it or the world does the opposite Chorus what’s living if i ain’t getting no peace of mind why try if the people won’t even see the shine i’ve been trying i’ve been trying, but at what cost i guess i’m just a lost cause (repeat) i see it’s all changing now with bigger stages now ...plus you’re looking relatively famous, wow played for crowds a couple thou made you a couple thou? so now you call it quits, and you go all in, you might double down face the doubt who really knows how this is playing out what’s the point of wealth if you can't help yourself get outta hell the fame don't feed you the pain don’t need you the game don’t see you would you tell a peasant to aim for crowns — now you’re waiting on some payments now when a year ago, all you had were dreams that some people would hear you flow people know your lyrics at the concerts, they sing em loud came to make music is that the reason you stay in town? What? do you need medal now? and you’ll never plan to settle down? cuz no one’s at your level now? settle down, one day you’ll set it down Chorus what’s living if i ain’t getting no peace of mind why try if the people won’t even see the shine i’ve been trying i’ve been trying, but at what cost i guess i’m just a lost cause (repeat) so what they think they talk bout all they do is talk doubt but you dropped out of college to listen to college dropout learning most lessons out the classroom, goin' on bout dreaming one day with all the music you’ll help your moms out i know you're going all out now you're going all in and then some maybe more the outcomes might be income and you could make your mom proud and build fam a kingdom or queendom and now your dreams they don’t even seem dumb these plans are unreal they ain’t even seen them so think it up imagine if ancestors were seeing us keep singing the songs spent too long being unsung your soul was feeling empty hole was greater than some sum knowledge in your dreams and found wisdom in your genes and found poems in your skin and found freedom in your team when you call it quits, might be the city’s best to do it but don’t sweat it for now, somebody's gotta make the music Chorus what’s living if i ain’t getting no peace of mind why try if the people won’t even see the shine i’ve been trying i’ve been trying, but at what cost i guess i’m just a lost cause (repeat) (break) sorry what i said before i called to settle scores i know you metamorphed and i don’t wanna meddle more i don’t think i’ve met a more driven dude with metaphors from this town i get your sound i'm headed out i’ll get the door i listened to your mixtapes and hit em more than i’ll say no you ain’t a disgrace i take it back, now i’ll say i hope you eat well sleep well get your ass out of retail you’re damn good say what’s up for me i hope the fam's good
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Open Gym 02:50
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In this rap game, i'll get mad play While im that free agent, it’s FA OK see, they made their own cuts, you know i had to post it up, guess this that new dub, call this JP they be the NBA trying to play me, all up in your RTZ y’all weak as Harden D, bet Lavine couldn’t throw down hard as me feel like OG convinced Carter plus the Carter 3 just been layin’ low, been doing’ my R&D Buggin for a Lola, chill listenin’ to R&B We could lay up, Redick or Thompson 3 Bibby on the mic, feelin’ vancouver grizzly pardon me, I mean apart from me — like, who puts better bars to beats and gets wilder on the mic than Charles Barkley I cross words, Crawford, CP3 these benchwarmers comin for the starters seat So who got next? (You got next!) i guess it's me tonight, cuz last time somebody 5’9 brought kryptonite between the lines just like this: Nate was clearing Dwight put it on the webb like Spud, we gon’ dream, we gon’ leave all them judges stunned Best believe that it's me who'll be pulling stunts, and when they see that i’m flu game sick, imma hit em with a MJ shrug you know they had to scheme in they huddles way i’m taking shots that's deeper than curry from the tunnels while they think of their rebuttals, i ain’t TD or Russell, but catch me at your local Timmy’s getting that double double jokes in your post - what? it it's the off season i'll feed the post while postin’ the feed feeling’s life’s He Got Game, i'm playing Jesus spit like KG, screamin’ where the screen is So who got next? (You got next!) Rap game podcast longform, Durant was a longhorn i was a sophomore at home before games at 4PM workin my form watching more vids of Jordan, Coach Carter encores, and dreaming of 4th quarters until i was on floor now i’m AI the way i get to the lines, and break em down how the rhymes get em shook at times, i handle the talk how Chris Paul handle the rock, and then i feelin like magic, just singing my baby hooks, uh These days I'm more Bll Murray than Steph Curry No hurry, why I hit the gym early Oh you in the gym wow, how you're so slimmed down You trim now, that rim lookin real big now, ball out like K Low body em! playin’ good D, except im reaching out Tryna make a hit with the refs, while they speakin’ foul Offensive, hanging on the net like a ledgie John wall on the breaks, the way that they couldn't get me These tracks go from DNP to MVP, I'm Javale McGee actin’ a fool Lifes about taking shots, I mean following thru Rap game Efren Reyes way I’m callin’ em too So who got next? So who got next? I'm on point on guard, on par with the monstars Used to relive my glory days, now I write tomorrow's golden age You're mistaken if this music is a dang phase Squad been making tunes put that space jam in your jam space When I was in my Kobe year, I was trying not to fadeaway Now I feel the lane opening, the beat’s feeling like an open gym game
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Back At It 03:27
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ya boy's bringing the bars back with the force of star wars menacing rocking all black where’s your heart at? this that brown brother under cloud cover at night like yelling out where the stars at i thought celebrity meant you made it cuz y’all rap, aw man when i’m on it, i’m honest, comments go aw damn been building, gon need a hard hat — who you kidding i'm literally teaching children this art rap so fall back come on dad tell em that all fam are killing whatever they chose to go on at i go on stage with my songs, yet they sleep on ya man i leave ‘em in my wake, while waking up the squad, damn heard ‘em say they so ahead of the game dawg, in kindergarten, 4 years ahead of my grade see, they really had to hold me back shouldn’t have told me that who else can say that they make clichés slap ya boy’s back at it uh uh, ya boy’s back at it Vancity’s ambassador's rap magic i’m at-bat and i’m feeling like stat-padding i burn whacks like candles, with gas in it craftsmanship carpenter’s can’t match with practicing expanding trains of thought, rap jim pattison, dawg ya boy’s back at it peep the passion, now i’m active with it cats getting curious but you know what happens to em when all of this hits the fan my hits hit my fans imma be the last one standing with em make it happen with us i’ll make ‘em happy spitting mark my messages, i move the net like Messier i’m playing everyday until they’re messing with it there’s no settling, the rap game’s alien i can’t find life or intelligence y’all better check the kid i have the whole demo rocking my demos, digging the depths of it ain’t a betting man, but til you find a better man i strengthen grip you better tell the kids no more celebrities, celebrate your relatives who’s dat in your neighbourhood? ooooh you know my neighbour’s good won’t try to be relevant, i'm tryna be related to fellow kids who didn’t know they were meant to spit truth like a weapon, give ‘em spectacles with spectacles imagine what 2020 is we got more to live and got more to give i’m back at it ya boy’s back at it backwards... i’m not getting flexing if you’re just another "male voice" forgetting about checking your “messages", dawg i found my “calling", so get to it, y'all this might be the answer to your questions, so "pick up” the song imma keep on spitting til the new school’s ripping me off and the old school is giving me props my own school calling me Prof ya boy’s back at it ya boy’s back at it effortless, i’m pensive with the penmanship independent repping and spending sessions to better it now get with it trust i'm getting better at not getting competitive but it gets to me when everything’s getting repetitive ever forgettable with topics i'm not getting cuz they rap about things that they’re actually not getting, y’all tenants with all of this property i see you renting that vancouver special, i said it was me building cuz i own it when i’m on it, like francis like whatchu saying? i go all in when I'm touring cuz the game’s all imitations i’m being patient — whose line is it anyways i call it mockery, Colin would make a better MC jocking these empty imitators like anyday sensei sensing all the sentences a better way uh uh ya boy’s back at it ya boy’s back at it y’all shouldn't get a nice guy mad especially when he rhymes like that and writes like mad and stubborn kinda like my dad you’re surprised i rap you ain’t heard right, only nice guys last cuz who else is nice and actually nice like that somebody said that i rhymed like cats i said thanks, but i disagree and only i rhyme like me they say i’m better if i leave it alone but i be in the zone and spitting gives me reason leaving my home imma lead til i’m gone somebody leave the cameras on who else gonna rap and say what i can how i can in a song somebody tell me i’m wrong cuz years from now when i’m gone hear em saying it was me all along
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Do You (ft. Desirée Dawson) 04:09
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Tell 'em you're cookin' with magic They talkin' 'bout practice And don't know the half This is our living room, home court advantage You're walking your path, and finding your balance Trusting your map, challenging rambles Questioning answers, stray from the pack Fam are your anchors Because if life isn't art, then what are we crafting What does it mean to be happy What is a dream without action You’re flipping with the script, and you're asking Can you really live without acting Cuz you cannot spit without dancing Your life is your canvas, channel your passion Change all the channels, channel the planets, dammit Be your own living example Keep bumping your drafts, and try to keep channelin' Zac Put wings on your back, and things in your bag, and sing ‘em some magic Understand where you're standing, they couldn’t stand it, raising the standard Give ‘em a sample, this is resistance Laugh at the system, laugh at the system Make your sandbox, just never build your castle on sandlots Can’t kill kingdoms just by saying lots Life full of chapters, we are the authors We got water and air, they take it in often Let us pick up on our calling All of us really have something to offer When there ain't no rain There ain't no flowers (repeat) Do you (repeat) What if I wait but my day ain't coming Threw it all away and I'm made for nothing I know what they say, am I wasting something No way Just do your thing Just do your thing What else there to do Do you What else there to do Do you What else there to do Do you We like rhymes reaching and teaching We like reason when it’s rhyming The future is written in our eyelids But we're wondering where the sign is You are the love of your life When you need guidance Look inside and Come with compassion, mission of passion Companions to ride with Community striving to guide you A compass for deciding, something to remind us When the fight gets tiring, and light starts dying We’re still here and still smiling We threw a pair of dice at whatever paradise is like if paradise ain’t apparent I’m fine, daring til I find mine Paradigms in my state of mind I hope that you know this All my homies, I hope you know this You shine, and you got your soul still Shine homie, you’re on your solstice Paradise could be wherever you thrive Oasis could be like somewhere inside Find it, wish you rhythm and timing Everything aligning When there ain't no rain There ain't no flowers (repeat) Do you (repeat) What if I wait but my day ain't coming Threw it all away and I'm made for nothing I know what they say, am I wasting something No way Just do your thing Just do your thing What else there to do Do you What else there to do Do you What else there to do Do you
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Slam (Interlude) 00:56
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papa was a rolling stone and mama was a solid rock remember when we lost our green, our choices costed us our moss i got busy penning poems, i was always one to talk a lot unknowingly mom got me the smallest book of some poetry from Pac rose that grew from concrete, i didn’t know then it would mean a lot in between skipping classes, hopping jobs, or working on my stop and pop thoughts of when i used to watch my pop get the ball and beat the clock with me watching with dreams of shots daydreams kept me sane, i filled the margins with schemes to not remember homework doesn’t matter when home hurts and you fear your thoughts used to hang in hallways early flirting with this one girl who got why i wrote these poems always, even when my homies thought “nawwwww, you the smartest jock, all this nonsense gotta stop why you off in corners writing corny songs on your own a lot?” one time she asked: “why you always writing or balling? don’t you want all of this?” i thought i’d polish songs to save my life, ball for a scholarship
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Watch Your Mouth 02:22
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i knew it’s true that i do move in silence but they’re foolish when they introduce me that's the problem when I do get acknowledged, it's often some "umm, Francis is from… uh... some dude with the cool projects?" that multi-hyphenate, with multis rhyming with elegance, intelligence, eloquence with a smile and wit the gift of gab in a childish fit catch me in the lab writing the wildest shiii chilling with the finest witch this your sign to sit, silencing critics i’m so outside the box, forgot how to be in it see that y’all been out of line, out of time for a minute i got business on my mind while I’m minding my business won’t say i’m one in a million, but it’s silly i feel a way when really i’m still the only one this ill in the building they don’t know that i’m brilliant, they don’t know what i’m building, all they see are the ceilings, while all i see are the children and my community winning, against the usual villains get used to the feeling, might get used to the millions success to me isn't me eating with wealth it’s all my people and their people eating as well not just feeling myself, I just feel like myself i don’t need to speak out, results speak for itself so watch your mouth so watch your mouth i'm doing things different cuz i'm wanting something different i keep it moving even only if two people listen i’m speaking truth, that's on you if you miss it i’ve had the dreams, schemes, teams, the movement and the vision the attitude to see it through drop out of your business school, guest lecture in a week or two nothing that i need to prove, i’m knowing me best see i’m the type to drop out so a white man can't claim my success yess, all i do is make change and magic with winners and make space to make sense of the wisdom within us i make bets, take chances, knowing nothing is given all while some still over claim and just underdeliver i’m so under the weather with it, cynical spit is ill-fitted to the industry’s illnesses, but i’m still kickin free and stylish while people tryna sign a deal i’m here sick and cold, but they're tryna go viral still i don’t know what i don’t know, unsettling like what if i’m wrong and they’re all so far ahead of me what if i don’t glow up, blow up or show up t'everything i’ll still get my dough up, grow up in longevity ---y’all are stressed out, and are stressing me i’m just testing out what works out for all of me and my legacy hero systems in the industry, but y’all won’t hear the truth i’ll see you in a year or two, I’m moving how my heroes do watch your mouth so watch your mouth
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Good Game 03:09
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At the core of it, we're thinking of an applenum we mac pro on any bonita macintosh this that guy called best, don’t get it wrong put me on like those jeans of yours or your favourite song when those days are long and all you do is daze along while your playlists and your make-up are fading off itunes into you and you give me pause do it off the record, then recline and rewind it all do i mind it? naw, honest the reason yuh, i’m done shuffling, i’d rather repeat one get with the program and update you now cuz casual OSX softwares me out full of punchlines, but really it’s serious looking for an answer, wish i could siri us they hardly use their pads, on the real like some thick old models has em spinning their wheels perusin’ YouTube tryna find some new...boobs? don’t need no B.S., i think i mean a new ‘boo’ tradin’ in my Fubu for whatever dudes do to get a nice steal like records up at Zulu thinkin’ that some new shoes improve my game like, should i buy new Jordans? ladies love cool J’s...don’t they? the image of me today is stupid singin’ ‘bout women like B2K so if this love’s a game, these players would know we’re endin’ up board, we’re messin’ with x’s for oh’s We get more down, a pass for the next goal we hail Mary’s but we end up in the friend zone she said so, i’m playing it dead wrong now i gotta reboot, need Andraia to my Enzo now did you get the memo in the innuendo? i’m a nice fine fellow and just lookin’ to mellow, so hello but past the hormones and all of the corny poems i'm on the floor alone listening to Norah Jones girl i couldn't pick up, our connection’s broken so all my lines were twisted way more than a corded phone in a dorky tone, no cojones, hoping no shoes, no shirt, i’m at your service, check ya open clothes hopeless - i'm calling singles with my Solo phone runnin’ after women with my English, call that Lolo Jones jones on the track, thinkin’ bout marryin’ one photogenic as Jones, so duh/soda i'm picturing to drink her in thinkin’ that the prob with it is there's no magic, if she thinks i'm just looking for tricks so i’m singing Me and Mrs. Jones low into my bedroom wall got a jones for you, mighty gone ‘til the break of dawn a daft punk, no odds getting a lucky doll that dating game's bingo, there's some numbers that are never called then i'm goin’ Crazy playing K-Ci & JoJo songs like if fly chicks fly away i'm supposed to yell "YO-YO" 'til she's in my palm like i ain't a man if i ain't backstage at the pro-bono show After raisin’ the roofie, rockin' mad logos, holdin' a Solo, with Jo Jo pouncin' on my PoGo bone singin’ "Started from her bottom!" while yelling YOLO gettin’ brains thinking she's a dodo and gettin’ frisky risking the Maury show oh no I think I found my Carmen San Diego
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Sunrise at Creekside 02:50
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when im looking back on my rapper days it won’t be for awards or the accolades or the racks or massive plays i stayed for the fam i made and every single thing i had to say before the day i pass away what I’m trying to lay - this stays more than rhymes and i’m tryna leave my legacy immortalized and not forget to stay hydrated and moisturized with a longlist of homies, lookin' like Polaris Prize I’ve been seeing signs not seeking to sign And even being more mindful of me and just reaching for mine I don’t need a break, catch a break, or a break from my drive I stay in my own fine, now that i’ve been aligned And shifting in my mind state, flow rhythm and timing I’ve been at home, working, trying to understand the assignment Never bout the medals, staying focused to finish lines Just a bronze boy finding gold in the silver lining when the beat’s on, i’m to be noticed life’s too short to be loosely focused i out rhyme every dude that’s local i move through every mood, bipolar i’m bout time, when i do seem closer i might put through my two week notice on toonie postage, follow dreams and be RV coasting i’m softly open, the hard part’s having hearts that’s hoping i find balance in my dreams like beams when coping i’m writing my two week notice because i’m trying to find my locus i mean i'm trying to find my place a space where it’s safe, i can stay and recognize my face cuz like, i'm tired of being hopeless, and from my lowest i found hope one moment, then i changed approaches remembered magic, i mean i regained pocus move slow, i know i’m getting closer When I don’t make the team, I just make a team Dreaming out loud while scheming everything, make a scene to change the scene imagination as liberation in everything We make real change, and dreams real, when we change the game I’m not playing, I say what I mean mean what I say, cuz everyday playing is really what gave me means they might stay for vanity or aim for fame but see i play for my fam and me, feeling free in our agency I’m spending countless days in the booth as I’m making these days count while always saying my truth I blaze trails but real aim’s to pave the way for the youth I may fail but if I find myself, then what did I lose? So what if I choose to sign myself, align what’s felt or help and redefine what’s wealth, prioritize being well I deeply wonder what we’re able to do stay independent, i’ll let these records make labels for you lately i’ve been thinking what my inner child needs wondering what’ll give the kid a smile, help him feel free when it’s feeling wild, what’ll help him feel grounded, breathe what does he feel, what does he know, what does he see it’s this inner wisdom, that’s feeling true to me it’s this inner rhythm, that’s moving through to me now i’m moving with him, and there’s room to dream showing up for me is showing up for my community
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(there’s fire in the water, never let me go) Y'all think i'm so whack, i’m wondering what that’s bout Say my flow's weak, and I'm sure your drafts tap out Vancity Buzzed, i get you roasted you like a fat stout Simba's bagging it up, you shouldn’t have let the cat out ain't on shazam now - polish, shamwow crowds from the 90's spitting hits, kids dig my Smashmouth town digs my own sound, I’m in the zone now that lost amateur, loud, bound to be profound Listen I'm more now, i'm Motown, your O-town I shoot straight, dude don’t even bother getting your gats out When I got my Mac out, I spray lines, so how 'bout You're finished dog, pow bow wow, i go pow pow Pass - while I let the passion out you're asking how This game's all in my palm: "haw haw di karabaw" News: is I'm filling in you blanks, so just know while You’re sleeping on my band's camp, i rain on your Soundcloud Whatcha say Lupe? They told me dumb it down these fiascos' heads still be spinning now they’re seeing stars with no bars, no celebrities you can't take the stares, yet that's what you get when you step to me versus me, turn adversity to more verses, please you advertise iffy verses, deservedly this turf is me Coarse as hard sand paper...on the surface, I mean This paper's hard to understand, I’m a course in university Dawg, he be the wildest, beastiest that we know So deep and so childish, gamble on this bambino "Sino siya?" that ego, hot doggin' this tocino Primo, now I guess your favourite rapper is Filipino 2 and 2, no equals, do the math, I never force you’re banging on yours, i’ll be bangin' some doors, cuz when opportunity knocks, smash it to the floor I’lI be ignorin' decorum, my whole team we storm in I lead to broken homes, scene's horrid you gotta redo the flooring, and hide the carnage in storage you should probably re-decor, hire plumbing and some florists 'storing the drawers, reboarding the walls and hang portraits unfortunate - i smash glass ceilings, but i hope you get extended metaphors, but ehhh - that’s a stretch Flex - my vocal cords loud 'til my throat is sore 'til they swarm in hoards and exploding me in the local stores I’m in the Rose Garden listening to Rose Garden jams slam hard as old Roy at the Rose Garden see, beating me's like Jay-Z and B divorcing: it's unlikely. dislike me I and then I’ll "put you in the ring for it" Bet on my lines, way I rip a mic, spitting like You shouldn't take the gamble dawg, I wouldn't let you pick a fight wasn't in the cards, can't deal with it damn He gets no applause, casino he don't get no hands I go ham — i grill y'all, lit as some brochettes Got bars on cue, until I'm Q, yes Blast like four jets, i’m in tune as a quartet, Rap tight as corsets, Rev spits Corvettes You're trucking through buddy, pick up your slack please You think my drive's annoying? kid, stay in the backseat to get the point across i ride the beat like i'm on tour, Mean i go for days when i'm so gassed, do you want more? (there’s fire in the water, never let me go) Nah, my effort don't lessen a bit i'll be posting more singles than plenty of fish OK Stupid, download these pro files and listen in arch nemesis be repping this to his next of kin Lyrical chillin' spree — how am i friendly? It's cuz every single one of my enemies is into me but oh oh what you would do for a eva eva, for eva eva, longoria but i'm preoccupied you ain't got no benjamins at least I'm a big boi, and i cast out you negatives forecast: lemme show you on a paragraphs My lines are off the charts and my hits outperform cats you can't run on, lock down the premises y’all stuck in my bars and i’m giving ‘em long sentences No darin' him when he's garish as Mr. Garrison got audiences jumpin’, got ‘em sprung as hot as Harrison You're sincere with you thinking that my flow's weird? oh dear, step back, I'm trying to do a show here monikers for marketing, dudes just call me dope Francis, then it's Michael Canton and Arevalo let 'em know, tell 'em go, stop the dudes spittin' game Why front? MC’s literally my middle name Why front? MC’s literally my middle name

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released April 27, 2023

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Francis Arevalo Vancouver, British Columbia

Francis Arevalo is a Filipino-Canadian artist and producer based in Vancouver, BC. Known for his personal storytelling, clever lyricism, and colourful production, he makes music to uplift, inspire, and energize himself and his community.

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