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Fig Newtons
R&B/Soul
Fig Newtons was released on May 28, 2026 by The Monastery as a part of the album Poisoned Fruit
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Release DateMay 28, 2026
LabelThe Monastery
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnny Merk
Johnny Merk
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Holmes
John Holmes
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnny Merk
Johnny Merk
Producer

Lyrics

It's ZILLA season
Bars are like McDonald's
99 million wack ****, I'ma serve
After hours, time to purge
Rob a evil bitch, I went to high school with
Force her to undress and just give the pussy up
It might be out of shape after jockeys ran the train
I'm losing interest, like a fake bling chain
Knockin' off like Canal Street, I parlay
Barefoot on South Beach, skin glazing in the heat
Yo, i'm roasting with the comedy
Central when I air
Peter Pan high like a long bus fare
Fuckin' with this strange breed, giving you insomnia
Battle cats in sleep, hallucinate em' like Gothika
Wordplay, out the world, out the damn universe
Lit off life, you just lit off the juniper
Lifting off like Apollo 13
Don't gas me up like I just ate black beans
Got the whole hood like, what the hell he seeing
Bunch of big dreams, ain't no pyramid scheming
Shit's a spring cleaning, out the psych ward
Killing em', no reason
Just playin' defense in the off season
**** still tweakin'
Been had my mind right, like i'm Memph Bleekin'
Shit's so hard like COVID with the breathin'
Streams everywhere, got these A&R's feineing
From newsletters to iPhone computers
**** still tellin' lies for these fig newtons
Signing NDAs for the money, like do it
All these millionaires got spirits full of bruises
Goin' to the Epstein on their long cruises
Making young artists thinkin' gettin' signed's useless
Cruel world fightin' for the scraps like seagulls
I got war machines by the sides of Don Cheadle
Taking out evil, squashin' like Beatles
Been in cold battles, more worse than Antietam
If it's really hot, check the temp like a fever
Leak you like actresses, found in Fapopedia
The fist back, hard shit, you can tell the fiends
I'm takin' out iconoclasts like the Byzantine
The industry, man it's not the same
Doesn't have to do with talent, it's about playin' the game
The industry, real **** is dyin' to get in
The industry, just to find they don't fit in
The industry ain't what it used to be
The industry's tryin' to control the way you emcee
They want you to, just like this, and talk like that
But I'm goin', just like this, and talk with the bat
The industry, got your word, meanin' nothin'
The industry, fuck what you heard, cause he's bluffin'
The industry, money, bitches, hate
But I dare you to try to take a fuckin' thing off my plate
The industry like, wait
But in the streets we like, get him
Seventeen up in that thing
Catch him sleepin' and hit him
The industry, you ain't got a strong mind
The industry will break you down in a matter of time
The industry, vultures with nothin' to feast on
See me, I'm gettin' my beast on
Written by: John Holmes
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