FaN

FaN

 Lafayette, Louisiana, USA
BandHip HopEDM

Outpacing conventional hip-hop, FaN produces an energetic blend of fast-paced beats over witty lyrics about his eclectic lifestyle and overall love of marijuana with his wunderkind producer JayMusician and fellow D.O.E. artists D Gutta, Hue Jane, IroQ and Smoke Greene.

Biography

Refusing to conform to traditional hip-hop archetypes, FaN brings a much needed resurgence to mainstream hip hop and rap. Hailing from the heart of Lafayette, Louisiana, FaN started rapping at the tender age of 7 and by the age of 14 he was already recording his own mixtapes. Growing up on a rich buffet of musical influences, FaN developed a quick sense of what music should be and strayed far away from the overall negativity seen in the majority of his hip-hop and rap contemporaries and instead focused on positive overtones in his music that he knew would resonate with his fledgling fan base.

In 2009, FaN partnered with his lifelong friend and fellow artist D Gutta to form his own independent record label D.O.E. Records and named himself as CEO. D.O.E. Records—standing for Dream Out Everything, which encompasses his core philosophy that if you can dream something there’s nothing stopping you from making it a reality—served as a conduit for his vast musical capabilities and helped to harmonize the talent he had readily available to him including his brother IroQ, business partner D Gutta, longtime friend Smoke Greene and of course FaN’s phenomenal producer JayMusician whom he met in 2008.

In December 2010 he released his first official mixtape Weed, Money, Sex & Video Games (WMSV) on DatPiff.com. At the beginning of 2011, he met Toronto-based rapper Hue Jane through Twitter and signed him to D.O.E. Records shortly afterwards.

FaN has just completed work on his first original studio album Garcia Vegas & Zigzag Papers, which was released for free on November 2011, a mere month after dropping second mixtape Past Baked. Both are now available on iTunes.

FaN begins 2012 with a slate of new projects including collaboration albums with Hue Jane and IroQ along with helping to produce mixtapes for Smoke Greene and D Gutta.

Lyrics

Targa Top

Written By: FaN

Targa Top’s on the vet
It’s the return of the four-headed, six-eyed monster

I guess it’s gone be what it is
A lot of bullshit so I’m breaking up the zip
No script but a nigga really living what you dream
The type of shit you only seeing on the movie screen
Like the shoes on the bottom of my jeans how I kick it
Money sonic ice cream the way the team split it
Magazines cover copy printed of the fly living
While you hoping wishing for your chance just to get it
Marijuana, incense
Mood so smooth got her reminiscing about a time when she was much innocent
Miami Vice nightclub life is what I’m living in
But no shield, just my niggas and some women friend
Half-vodka twisted with Patron and some gin in it
Call it a straight shot to commit her what she getting in
Never go away master chi flow vigilant
Animated idiots on that Ren & Stimpy shit

Yeah

I’m so lifted, Targa Top missing
Speeding through life doing sixty
Blink you’ll miss me
Something like your best friend’s mistress
Now I sent her home feeling guilty

I’m so lifted, Targa Top missing
Speeding through life doing sixty
Blink you’ll miss me
Something like your best friend’s mistress
FaN in the house like the dishes

It’s the return of the four-headed, six-eyed monster
Them boys couldn’t stop him with them guns on Contra

Gotcha

Falling in the booby trap the flow is a mystery
Boy you better get your Scooby Snacks
Half filled doobie bags one is always rolled
She asked if I want a hit, I told her load the bowl
Trees twist like the soda bottle cap being closed
Smoke a spliff for my foes politic it on the clothes

Now ain’t that a bitch, leaving in the same car Ace Boogie gave Mitch
When he finally came home looky here
These beats cross in front of my path and get killed
Stuffed in a duffel then thrown in the back
Pulled over cops noticed asking ‘What is in the bag?’
Baseline guitar, snare, high hat
Tied by the strings in the trumpet is a gag
Now they wonder how he get away with murder like that

Yeah

I’m so lifted, Targa Top missing
Speeding through life doing sixty
Blink you’ll miss me
Something like your best friend’s mistress
Now I sent her home feeling guilty

I’m so lifted, Targa Top missing
Speeding through life doing sixty
Blink you’ll miss me
Something like your best friend’s mistress
FaN in the house like the dishes

Suits & Contracts

Written By: FaN

I don’t give a fuck about your contracts I get my own stacks
Keep it in the circle and it’s coming back

Eyes so low people wondering how I’m walking
If you ain’t talking money homeboy we ain’t talking
Ski trip Lofton fly boy hawk shit
Mission Impossible never that I’m Ethan Hunt bitch
Rapping money on pallets you carry with a forklift
I must admit it my weed habit’s kind of costly
Dozens of offers for the record label fortunes
Kept it independent rather stay on my boss shit

Suits & contracts negotiate a offer
Signing the dotted line first phase of that torment
Seen niggas on they high horse to fall off it
Mixed info about the percentage he was going get
Power corporations making millions off of artists
So I do my own thing and I don’t pay nobody for it
Editing room hours and hits is for the tossing
Working on it all while you trying to get a portion
Niggas get heartless for that crib and that fortress
Trying to get ahead is like a shot in the dark miss
Got to get it on your own what nobody taught ya
Only one who stick around is that nigga you was born with
Advances from the label and you getting it off of GP
Find out you only making 50 cents a CD
Nerve of these little niggas thinking they could be me
Waterfall flow you know how that Experience be
Can’t live for today that’s what Jimi told me
Weed smoke and something soulful to eat
Getting chauffeured to speak
Radio is when we meet
And to think that a nigga did it all with just little old me

That’s how it is consistently handling your biz
Never shift down on your gears

Suits & contracts we don’t need none of that
Keep it in the circle and it’s coming back

That’s how it is consistently handling your biz
Never shift down on your gears

By The O (B.T.O)

Written By: FaN

Tales from a star baby girl it is classic
Lifestyle lost and tragic
Soap opera actress
Somebody pocketed my Guiding Light
So a nigga had to use the matches
Fast lane passing these niggas so dramatic
Ahead of my time by the hourglasses
Lil’ momma got a body on her and her attitude is sassy
Get her to the pad and do her nasty
Getting out them clothes faster than the Louie Luggage get unpacking
Cell phones camera lens flashing
Always on my toes I’ll be damned if I let her Kat Stacks me
A nigga stay on top like a jacket
Heart attacking catching feelings, baby girl that is madness
These bitches get exchanged by the Magnum
Dipping in the same car Denzel was driving on Training Day
High as fuck MJ fade away, yeah

Lights, cameras zoom fast cars hos screaming everywhere I go, everywhere I go
They said that I couldn’t tell them same motherfuckers did it on my own
O, O, O, O

She know it’s D.O.E.
And she just want to be everywhere I go, everywhere I go
I tell that ho to roll up, roll up
We living life by the O, O, O, O, O

Coming from the Dark Side, Return of the Jedi
Luke Skywalker no force for me to get her
Sneaker head never catch me in those Sean Cletas
Them fools better get it together
As I emerge from the backseat smelling like High Times
Puffing on some shit that E rolled
Super Villain Weed number one disease to the police
And these lame fucks trying to be heroes
Zero comma zero, zero would satisfy my craving if you add like three more
Shawty mad cuz I’m with some bitches that she know
Legally Blonde I’m doing fine with Reese ho
SB P Rods on the feet though
This shit easy as LeBron trying a free throw
These critics couldn’t see it ‘til I shine like deep glow
Only greatness is defined in me, ho

Yeah

Lights cameras zoom fast cars hos screaming everywhere I go, everywhere I go
They said that I couldn’t tell them same motherfuckers did it on my own
O, O, O, O

She know it’s D.O.E.
And she just want to be everywhere I go, everywhere I go
I tell that ho to roll up, roll up
We living life by the O, O, O, O, O

Discography

Garcia Vegas & Zigzag Papers (November, 2011)
Past Baked Mixtape (October, 2011)
Weed, Money, Sex & Videogames Mixtape (December, 2010)