The "fka Reggie" album in CD form, yo!!! For people that want the physical copy! Pre-Orders will come with a digital download of the album when it releases, and also an invite to an online listening party!
Includes unlimited streaming of fka Reggie
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 7 days
$9USDor more
T-Shirt/Shirt + Digital Album
This design is the one that is the primary and official fka Reggie t-shirt. Comes in a variety of colors and sizes. GET THIS ONE TO SHOW THE HATERS YOU GET THE VISION. When you order, tell us what color you want. (comes in white, silver, light blue, kelly green, pink, yellow, and red, and more)
Includes unlimited streaming of fka Reggie
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 10 days
$25USDor more
Sweater/Hoodie + Digital Album
This is the official hoodie for "fka Reggie". If you buy this, all your dreams will come true, assuming your dream is to wear my face on a shirt. BUY THIS TO LET THE HATERS KNOW THAT YOU GET THE DAMN VISION, YO. (comes in white, pink, sand, light blue, sports grey, irish green, blue, red, and more)
Includes unlimited streaming of fka Reggie
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 10 days
$30USDor more
Hat + Digital Album
This classy and dope snapback proclaims what we already know... That Lewis Morris iz indeed tha illest. Hat is made to order. Will usually ship within 5-7 business days.
Includes unlimited streaming of fka Reggie
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 7 days
$15USDor more
lyrics
VERSE 1 (Lewis)
Six albums deep,
Only know the hard way.
Probably why I'm bad at taking
compliments. Let it fade
from my memory. Pats on the back
becomes slaps in the face,
and their smiles drip cyanide,
teeth like razor blades.
I don't even know when
I started wearing this fuckin mask
nerfed my confidence,
left it humming in the background.
Dumbing down the shit
makes me glow from a distance.
So, when niggas big league me,
I'm expected to sit and listen.
Don't get it confused,
I know I'm fuckin ill.
Your shit doesn't enthuse me,
I could easily kill
whatever beat you put in
front of me. Let it be known
my sole mission is to
be the one they talk about after shows
when I'm on the bill. Whether it's
five or five-hundred,
my shit finna knock.
NAH. I'm busting down doors,
fuck asking for my spot.
I'm taking it. Fuck this waiting shit.
It's all I got.
That humble shit? I was faking it.
But that shit stops here.
Attack the beat like we got a problem.
I'm goated with a loaded revolver
for a mouth, kid.
Shooting like I’m MJF.
Gave ya boy a live mic,
something they'll surely regret.
Not asking about the next,
I'm right now. The present.
Done letting dummies
confuse my potential,
peruse my credentials,
and write me off with dull pencils.
The same ones they stabbed
their eardrums with. It’s mental.
How the fuck they even listening?
They can’t hear me.
They don’t want to.
They know the voice of God is scary.
Feel that rumble
deep in their chest.
Alanis Morrisette in Dogma
is my energy.
Better check ya heads.
Piles of plaques and trophies
stacked in my closet
right next to the cure
for my depression. Nigga, stop it.
I seen the mountain top,
Ya boy’s lived in the squalor.
So, more things motivate me
than just another dollar.
Y’all mortgage your soul,
concerned only with pockets.
Both sides ain’t talkin.
No corpus callosum.
Must be why I’m hostile
nod my head to bullshit
y’all treat like Gospel.
Can’t sit, and watch. So,
Consider this a warning…
I’m coming for it all.
The propz, the respect,
whatever. You’re entering a brawl.
When the fuckin bell rings,
you best conjure up some magic, kid.
Whole world’s in flames?…
Well, I’m here to add to it.
Motherfuckas.
VERSE 2 (Cliff)
Views from my on top of u fools so astounding
My branches growing faster then roots I prolly need grounding
Might extend an olive branch outta petty but u respect it
But im getting more recognition then these niggas got records
I be far outta town and some how I’m still runnit
Ya mouth ya still running it an I cant be mad
I’m probably third person funding it
There’s something bout humility
My lack of it is fueling me
Should be pruning leaves just to keep my tranquility
U might be a top pick an still be emka okafor
Mean while ill be gracing covers u niggas been jonesing for
U need em im the reason calling me hoobastank
Even when I lose it its coming back like a boomerang
My ego is Eddie Murphy, im maxxmillian u can’t hurt me
Im not a goat im a god I jus be acting kinda quirky
Im not a god im a god, put some blessing on my health
Plus I like my odds like I’m betting on myself
credits
from fka Reggie,
released March 22, 2024
Written and performed by Lewis Morris, Cliften Bonner-Desravines, and Rachel Dunbar
Recorded by Dan Moffat
Mixed by Lewis Morris
Mastered by Omega Filth
Lewis M. is a boston-based (and Providence born) poet, beatmaker, and MC. He has performed at the Apollo Theater in NYC,
The Smithsonian, among many other venues. His beats retain a refreshingly simplified approach to hip-hop production that harkens back to the boom-bap of the 90's while remaining fresh and new.
Straight meat & potatoes raps from Jesse here. No messing around. As soon as the first beat drops, it goes HARD and refuses to stop for its entire runtime. Lewis M.
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