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Mink Jacket
Hip-Hop/Rap
Mink Jacket was released on August 12, 2026 by Last of the Nobodies LLC as a part of the album Nobody Is Coming To Save You
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Release DateAugust 12, 2026
LabelLast of the Nobodies LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM87

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
FXNCH
FXNCH
Rap
Atryp
Atryp
Rap
Jobo
Jobo
Rap
Tylo $mith
Tylo $mith
Rap
Ki James
Ki James
Rap
FRBMAGIC
FRBMAGIC
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Lafountain
James Lafountain
Songwriter
Anthony Johnson
Anthony Johnson
Songwriter
Anthony Armstrong
Anthony Armstrong
Songwriter
Jorren Cahoon
Jorren Cahoon
Songwriter
Jordan Smith
Jordan Smith
Songwriter
Maliki James Nathaniel Caye
Maliki James Nathaniel Caye
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
James Lafountain
James Lafountain
Producer
Colter Olmstead
Colter Olmstead
Executive Producer
Shadow Devereaux
Shadow Devereaux
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

See my mind isn't wired right
It's fire like
Maladjusted to the lows while I'm out to acquire heights
I want the finer things in life but I'm more of the of the wild type
With some twisted inhibitions since marbles and riding bikes
I've always wanted something some different
Impartial to y'all religion
So I move off intuition
Additionally I'm gifted with what you could call resonance
I'm all mescaline
B-bouncing off the walls with a microphone full of evidence
I'm leveraging these spirits they told me I shouldn't meddle with
It's pestilent like messing with bitches that's into s and m
A worthy specimen of nurture verse negligence
So the verdict is pettiness from my birth to the exodus
I'm a general degenerate with the venom I'm generous
I'm a purist with penmanship on the verse in my element
For generational curses there's no cure for perfectionist
Gettin' it all for real
We gon' let the world know
Doin' big things keepin' everything in motion
Keepin' everything still rollin' and flowin' like the ocean baby
Uh
This ain't the point where you think that you won
Your target missin' I'm at your back it's where I point the gun
Shit walkin' backwards if you askin' for some pointers
Huh?
We crackin' laughter before we start crackin' your joints for fun
I call em' actors cause without the camera they ain't none
I'm talkin' action if I get to trackin' they just run
The type of shine that blind they passion make em' hate the sun
Too far behind them perfect timing it's gon' take em' some
Like calm down lil' homie time for growin' up
You bout to find out it's lonely they ain't showin' up
It's time to climb out if only you ain't know enough
Can't take a time out the game is just in a rush
And never mind I'll remove when it's in a clutch
We realign routes then movin' em' free of touch
May take your spine out you usin' it as a crutch
Nothin' to whine 'bout refusing to fill your cup
Doin' big things keepin' everything in motion
Keepin' everything still rollin' and flowin' like the ocean baby
Uh
Yuh
The twisted picture, to hit the rhythm
I recalled every verse that had to hit em
I body every fuckin' rapper at this age, who's my next victim
Young pup from corrupt, to big dog, that's the shit to getcha
Written scriptures, sleep on the greats, the state that stayed ripping
I used to pray for days to count these paper digits
They call me J and I'm damned if this mic ain't Pippen
Now listen
Listen lil homie cause this game is a must
They see my flow is prehistoric you can tell by the tusk
Yeah I was born and bred for it can't buy this by the bunch
It come to writin and recordin' shit been off of the cuff
You dig?
I'm Jeff Gordon when it come to the clutch
They see me racin' down Morgan with my gang goin' dumb
See I don't usually whip the foreign but today it was fun
And now I'm comin' back for it I ain't savin' em' none
I'm straight pukin' on this track they look at me like what you doin' bro?
Sick MC's got nothin' to do with vertigo
Vomit on this mic for my people that that be hurtin' home
Four and a six on my back no matter where I roam
Learn from your losses muhfucka you never take an L
Find yourself in the forest of Pechum you can pet an elf
All I speak is truth in this booth it's like I said myself
Polygraphed up 'til I obtain that old money wealth
How many dreams can we fit inside one wishing well?
When it comes to nobody we throw coins 'til that bitch is filled
Skin a hundred minks for one jacket I always get the kill
Skin a hundred minks for one jacket I always get the kill
Written by: Anthony Armstrong, Anthony Johnson, James Lafountain, Jordan Smith, Jorren Cahoon, Maliki James Nathaniel Caye
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