Business School [Supergolden Deluxe Re​-​release]

by Finanshall

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Collection of various tracks & freestyles I fooled around with in 2007-2010.

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"Business School" is a lo-fi collection of some selected tracks I cooked in my first years of being a rap artist. The cooking was fun, amateurish, & had no stylistic complexity or even direction. I kinda felt like "school" with this - I knew the right "ingredients", but was too young to get how to mix it all properly. So I just pretended I didn't give a shit, and played around with all styles, different beats & subjects.

So when you see me on that next one, try tell me it's worse than my last effort!!! I still love how lame these joints are hahaha fuck with it!

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released 01 January 2011
*** Cover art designed by Arique - ariil.com

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tags: hip hop/rap hip-hop pop rap bitches hip-hop indie skateboarding wet dreams Auckland

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Track Name: Go Hard
Hell you think I’m wrong?
I would like to say some’n
Life is my lil' bitch, every day she calls me handsome
Anything - they say that I won’t make it
Just grab on what you got and hope you'll be ok but Dammit

Naw naw naw I can't take it

I want it all

Far from your buddy I'm not here to make no friends
No, I'm exactly here right now to do it all to whip a Benz
I've been stranded like a fool
Give me my tools
Back to the booth
Give me my food,
Mo' hungry than the locust and the only thing in my way is you
A&R’s & haters, unbelievers and fakers,
Faggets wearin that make up to fake up love & I won’t take it
Cast a spell, I can break it
Mothafucka u naked
Stripped of all your medals and they made of chocolate anyway bruh
I’m managing the shakers, the bongos that be aching
Like bones after you break 'em, like heads after you break in
Headfirst like a demon baby
Please don’t be mistaken I am crazy I ain’t ate in weeks,
But starvation ain’t no way bitch

I’ma bite your head to make it

Go hard or go home

I remember the day when I came to NYC it was '98
I was just a lil snotty nose runnin in the 7th grade
But when I been walkin down Broadway
I recall what I used to say
Man this city gon accept me anyway some day
And I came in the game with the simple idea in my mind
Get money get fame
Stay up till late night wake up in the morning
And feel my pockets heavy from change
I’m not afraid of rain or snow
And every weekend to the club we go
And even if first I don’t blow my dough
I’m a go Pizza Hut after the show
Macaroni & cheese, feed me some of these,
Oh I am easily distracted by these juicy mommies in slim jeans
As I skate along these Auckland streets with the bass thumpin they ears
I’ma wake up so fresh and clean and I’m a go in like a machine
I try all ventures many schemes
But its too hard for immigrants
So I’ma fall in and do my thing no matter the cost and the hate you bring
And you bring a lot to the table even more than you are able
But it’s all gravy
Life is a bitch and I don't treat her like my lady
Track Name: Sum Of All Evil
Gotta pay close attention
You might miss the lesson,
The whole fuckin' semester
Still putting on a back pack and them headphones
Back to the class to learn some or get gone
Told them hoes I’m a fuck em
For the record I’ma stretch this music product like Pilates
You got it?
Cuz I’m locking...
I’ma need to stop y’all
Sloppy mohfuckas in the limbo
So wait up look up in the sky you’ll see my signal
Stack it sum it - get it, more aSs than Sigma
Still youngin in this jungle
Hey Pumbas I’m Simba
Wizdom, who gets it?
I’m going dumb in the turning lane
And I'm twisted over liquor
Cause I’m no politician
I can do what I want
And the society has nothing to oppose this big blunt
And the cops can incarcerate
But they can’t stop the hate
And man I’m bout as fuckin heavyweight as babies may be in front of God

God help him,
Small-time - Belgium
Lost In Translation
Still can’t find my Johannson
That pretty model chick standing in the rain said I was handsome
I don’t need to be handsome to pick em up in that stance though
Just made a deal with Satan
Cause that love I used to have is gone, forsaken
And this is why I’m bending
A girl I don’t want, no not not even know
And wish this pain was over but this one I can’t control
Somebody needs to guide him, or ease and heal my soul
But I’m so far gone places Drizzy don’t know
Yes in the creative mold we must’ve been pure
But damn, demons and angels
I am Langdon of this craze we in
Cuz I know people fell off a very high top
Shit that eyes see can’t clean with any eye drops
Stop, watch
Race against the clock
Grand prix with the evil
and man, I got me a cup
Track Name: Fairy Tale [prod. by Finanshall]
Bubble head grapes hanging on a wide chest
Let me ask
Baby girl what size of melons is dat?
Saw her arms flap around my neck
Heard her kissing on my ear
Whispering
Saw her booty twisting and
Her cleavage told me here it is
Two watermelons drippin n
So let me just explain and settle all the differences
This not a love song baby this is a song for you when
You fall in love with a man like me and I just wanna fuck u
Here
So much better with the top down
Leather so soft
She sees that my spaceship bout to take off
She ask me could I be the Birdman Jr.
I said baby, this ain’t comic books more like a fairy tale
See me hangin with a couple Snow Whites & Cinderellas
Red Riding Hood with cute pony tails
Call me Peter Pan cuz I’m flying it
Or call this the Beauty and the Beast cause I’m the beast with this rap shit

She said

All my Goldilocks girls they be acting real stupid
While my Princess Jasmine beauties steady rubbin on they coochie
In anticipation of my movements but I be cautious with it
Cause tonight and 1000+ they all gon be receiving
Wonderland I’m in it as we race against the minutes
Beggin' Merlin please come cast a spell, I get a dragon with it
That spit fire on these fuckas and these girls wanna cut up
Just to be up in the chariot with me and my brothers
I got hooded girls asking me to beat them on they asses
At the club rich girls famous askin' bout the transit
I said baby I am Alladin
With all these things I get
A genie in a lamp with all this magic
She can’t believe what’s bout to happen and she said it
Track Name: Dream World [prod. by Finanshall]
Uh So So Def like Janet
[and] I am JD
Maybe
The scrub that you made me
Put up on the side so to test me while I’m here
Phone number ain’t changed I am resting
Tired to pretend and ready to laugh
After we’ve had more beef than pro wrestling

Change is gonna click in ya then tick in ya
Time bomb
Can't cut the wire and run
Thinkin' you will always be number 1 but
NO
I cast you to the left to the left
Even if it's love to the death (to the death) I ain't gon' check, bitch

This girl's livin' in a dream world

Montherfucka sprung
Motherfucka ready to become a new version of the man
That you knew once
But it's all good
I ain't gotta do shit for the chick that I once knew
And now I don't know at all
"Maybe we could get together and do a couple songs?"
Maybe more
Maybe less
Nevertheless - faint prospects of doing anything with ya

That's too vague
Too little of a chance you can check me at the show
Cause these bitches stay around me no matter where I'm gon' go
Track Name: Marky - City On My Back (rmx) f/ Finanshall
"Wait up, commie"
What they told me
"We have a bi-polar world
So to put your city on the map you’ll need a lightning bolt"
Genuis master flow with a strange obnoxious goal
To put on for my city even tho that’s what I hate the most
City on my back - ugly ass hump. Quasimodo.
Contrary to yo belief I don’t have an "ushanka" on me
I don’t ride around on grizzlies
Outchea we riding Bentleys
Outchea we be politickin in them dirty halls and kitchens
We spittin sittin on our hunkers outside the suburban buildings
Or watchin Elton do a gig for dozen people in Barvikha Village
I welcomed y’all to 495 too many times to be your guide
But I’ll be out of town for a couple years, so I dare you try
Track Name: Cooler
I’m cooler than yo average
When I’m in the house you won’t even need a mattress
You won’t need pijamas, you gon need a jacket
Cuz we gon take a ride outside
With this rap shit
See I don’t know wizardry, but I just hocused
Riding in my black rims black tint just a Ford Focus
Cooler with this opus n I know you gon relate
[no matter where you are]
See I can stay in the sun
and still be
Fresher than a warehouse packed tight with bubble gum
Bubbly or rum, what’s the outcome?
Bubbly bubbly
Two female fans in my lap
Want some
I can tell you a fairy tale girl
Cuz I can see you only 18 years old
And you’re so chi like Kanye West or Really Doe
And I’m so concept like Detroit Car Shows
See what this game do to me I’m throwed
But not like y’all
in this Wrestlemania world
In this maniac world girl I’m cooler than Dexter
Normal guy in this future fry so I’m more like Bender
So I
Gotta be the best man, fresher
At yo wedding I’m a fuck yo bitch before she says Yes and
Even if she want more I’ma take the money
Jim Carey that yes man say yes sir

Hear them say it say it
I know they’ll hate it hate it

All these days I spent in the fridge
I’m cooler than yo ice-cream bitch
Yeah cooler than your ice-cream bitch

Verse 2 I’m back on-line
Just fell off the clock but I’m back on time
Save the damn world
Superman’s fine
But I’m higher, jeans tighter, dat Finanshall airliner
Listen if you heard me you won’t need another word
I’m back up my bull shit bustin rhymes all absurd
But there’s a method to this madness
Swallow greed and sadness
[no matter where your are]
Bitch get with all the mad shit now, listen to my work
I’m bout as hardworking as any rapper, but I got ethics
So no auto-tune if Jay won’t let me and
Girls need to get with the macho man randy savage
Bitch cleavage lookin like a shooting target for a pearl necklace
I’m at it trynna teach her phonetics but she can’t pronounce correctly
Oh wait the bitch just said it

All these days you spent in the fridge
We been lookin for you ice-cream dick
Now here’s yo ice-cream, bitch
No Vanilla Ice
But I make it sick
Track Name: One Day
One day I'll be sittin in a large penthouse
On top of a big hill with a pretty thick bitch with my dick in her mouth
Thinkin solo bout space & time
and doin what I always wanted
fuck bitches, smoke ganja
in the top outfit out the most expensive garments
intellectual sound system picking tracks up to my mood
and when she gets on top of me it feels so good
now we could do it for about an hour or two
before the kids wake up
and then I'ma take em in my big black truck to the toy store
no school for 'em, you know how kids hate that shit
just private classes up in the west wing of our house and
around 3 o'clock - dinner with the family
I got my mother & my father lookn fresh, sittin next to me
along with grandparents and other relatives
reminiscing the old days living in Russia strugglin
around 5 PM - studio with my fam
got crazy shit on MPCs and mad equipment
bout to hit up my connect in Def Jam
tell 'em "we got an album ready, you can come & get it"
WORD
I got a party on first round 8 if you can make it
or I can send a limo to your house - that'd be gravy
party all night with my friends flying from Paris
they spending holidays in castles and mad suites
go to sleep with her sweet melons in my hands
and in the morning I'ma wake up do this shit again
and next morning - wake up do this shit again

and I'm crazy bout life, word to motha, God this is true
nothing can make me trade it right back to you
no Bugatti coupe, no diamond mine or baby boo
with the tits size liek the tires on a baby coupe
ladies knew I had it in me so they gave their valued couchie up
and every dream I had one day no need to wake up
just got up and realised this was real
Batmobiles, ocean views bad bitches and my family here
one day it'll all make sense
but think twice
you can dream to dream, or dream and make it LIFE
I'm for the second option
whateva you say, sucka, it's nice
simple, cool, my dreams are mine
gon come true one by one or maybe all at one time
My dreams are all mine
Track Name: Magic City
The magic city’s on fire
Let it burn let it burn let the castles blow
And let the people know


Merlin Merlin you be riding down the Red Square in a black dragon sittin on the throne holding the demon’s head
With enough evil wizards on the sides of your six hands
The sick man command hordes of rotweillers and elephants
They don’t ask him why they din’t ask him when where or how
And he just pull the wand out *poof* you disappear in the clouds
Rain piss & vinegar and acid on em
Ride the magic city in your flagship space dragon with a couple more witches on your tail that do the dirty work
And fuck wizardry of all sorts
We the one who rule the world
I mean the cowards and dark force lords feel like Star Wars
But it’s another story
These sorcerers fuck glory fuck million storey buildings and trillion dollar’s boring
We could hit them with gas and terror
We could hit them like glass to breaks em
Shit all over y’all - 2 girls 1 cup
You’ll eat it up all y’all boys and girl out one bowl
Then spit it like a rapper did it
Oh these rappers too
Put em in the pot and mix em
Crows fly and bats dwell under every ceiling
Courts burn down one by one
Justice getting fingered and tongued with demon tongue like Gene Simmons
And we ain’t notice shit besides the sweet taste that’s the plague symptoms
They ate our souls
They buried our ashes
Now who can go
To the magic city without poison, catapults, guns and ratchets?
Nobody knows

The magic city’s on fire
Let it burn let it burn
Let the castles blow up
And let the dead go
Track Name: Kinda Like a Big Bear
I WANNA BE ON YOU SO HERE'S MY STORY
GOT A LOTTA LEATHER BOUND SEATS IN THE BUS
SO WE CAN TAKE A TRIP SO HURRY
RIDE WITH THE KID WHO MADE DREAMS OF MAKING IT BIG REALLY REAL
SEE GIRL I KINDA RAP BUT IT'S ONLY FOR THE BILLS
SO I COULD SEE THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW
BUT FUCK IT
I CAN RIDE A SNOWMOBILE
I'M FROM THE COUTNRY SO TRILL
THAT SOLD ALASKA BUT STILL KEPT IT COLD OUTCHEA SO I CAN CHILL
SMELLS OF RICH MAHOGANY I'M STANDING IN THE FORREST
PRESIDENTIAL STATUS RUNNING THIS BITCH LIKE BORIS
YELTSIN NO YELCHIN, KYLE REESE TO MARCUS WRIGHT
SEE MY PREVIOUS ALIAS DEAD SO WELCOME TO AFTERLIFE
GUNSHOTS FROM AFAR I'M FROM THE RICH DISTRICT
SEE KIDS IN THEY TEENS RIDING BIG WHIPS THE BENTLEYS
GOT BITCHES SO SWEET
FOREIGN DUDES TAKING PICTURES
I'M THE ANGRY FARMER DUDE DON'T TOUCH MY CHICKENS

THEY WHISPERING ABOUT US
I KNOW YOU SCARED TO ROW BUT
HOW WE FROM THE SOVIET UNION
I AIN'T SCARED TO SHOUT IT
PARDON ME I MUST SAY I'M KINDA LIKE A BIG BEAR