[Verse 1 - Boy Pierce] Late at night I feel something that's creeping and it ain't IT But they say I have it...un-tangible magic They gathering it's happening, late night snack-ening Glued to my tube, never dude, no pro-crastining Procrastinating, sorry, back at age ten playing Sorry Ornery rocking out Inspectah Deck and playing with Atari My next door neighbor saw my Bone Thugs 'N Harmony tape He said that this alarming but wait Eternal 1999 inside my mind I hide behind My brown paper bag textbook cover, look under The surface 'cause I merk it, weather the inclement weather Whether or not here I come, no rather ready grab a heady And that can be a heady beer, a heady thought, or heady heady Many tell me "can I kick it?" yeah, well hold it steady Introducing the new thing Who brings hope into the dopest sound you boosting [Chorus - Boy Pierce and Marcel Owen Alexander] Up, down, make it alright Touch clouds, taking a flight Now how can I go wrong? Up loud making a song Now how can I go wrong? Up loud making it [Verse 2 - Boy Pierce] I'm an MC B-O-Y P I surprise thee I flip rhythms quick hit in bars that be divey Grimey, eye contact with a cutie Is this real? Rubbing my contacts grab a koozie Working late, cancel all your awkward dates Pump the breaks on the small talk and walk away You can walk this way, you're a boss today You can collect the pro-cess and toss away Getting lost all day, I rap my A-B-Cs And count my 1-2-3s, they screaming "Hey BP! Represent, represent!" I toss 'em 50 cents In da club I don't fit in, but tonight I'm content, now [Chorus]

[Verse 1 - Boy Pierce] Rocking Value City windbreakers in the fifth grade And Parka jackets, awkward habits, Super Soakers, losing focus Short shorts in gym classes, dork, dork with thick glasses Patch over eyeball, I'm nervous the guys call me doofus Some rude kids, I like rap and loose kicks The heel broke, my wheel spokes, they ride well, I feel Hope the TV is open, my grandpop is smoking Video game broken, I'll make it, here's hoping [Verse 2 - Sir Kn8] Hoping my essence be blossoming fresh and free — God is within me, the Goddess is next to me. Part of me opens my heart up like sesame, Part of me parties on speed, dope, and ecstasy. Pressure I feel on the finite thing me Being merely a shift in the infinite sea Of my particles, barnacles, gripped to the beach — Sheesh! infinity’s symbol is he. Yes it's me present and within its reach, Emptiness endless embraces us each. Stay in the moment, it’s as ripe as a peach, Under the stars. Star Bellied Sneetch. Speech wrought incredibly well. Screech, holler, give out a yell. Screech, halt, entrance of hell. Screech on Saved by the Bell. [Verse 3 - Boy Pierce and Sir Kn8] BP: Notebook with no hook with Sir Kn8 The words break your backbone I'm back home No lack throne, no whack tone Backyard barbecue with party fools will start at noon Depart at two and jump in pool and bump a tune Drink punch and groove, ooh SK: Ooh, ah, inspiring awe. Machine on the mic, nah mean? I'm a claw. Easy on the mic, rock it calm, like “ahhh”. Mean on the mic; my mic my call. Michael Jordan. Bulls. Bullwhip. Bullshit, party, party, bullshit. Pilot. Paint it. Write. Balzac. Ballin’. All in. Hangin’. Ballsack. BP: All That, Keenan, stall that dreaming Make it real, one take you kill Your reservations, circle bases Urkel's face on Trapper pages SK: Rapt my gaze is; I behold it all, A free soul that falls like a leaf in a squall. I used to roll reefer while squeezed in a stall in secret, sneak it, and leave for the mall. BP: Leap off a wall repeating The Wall and Dark Side of the Moon tunes SK: Boom, dude! The truth is so clear. I'm Comfortably Numb. I Wish You Were Here. BP: Sipping a beer, listen and cheer SK: The essence is stitched amidst that which appears Tight as a stitch, I flow like a tear. BP: Right in my niche, I go without fear

[Verse 1] BP I'm truly a throwback, YO RAPS MTV, TV screen with a CD sleeve Snatching belts off the top of the ladder And leaping down with a leg drop Land it and watch his head pop Grateful Dead rock, American Beatuty I'll marry a cutie, but while I wait I stare at a booty In my lair with a koozie, my seat back with a mean track Obese Joseph, post up and lean back Avant garde, bitch I'm a Monstar I bomb hard, rather atomically, rappin anomaly Gotta be legend and prodigy Scream like the Mike and Janet video I'm hitting those Odysseys Iliad, probably silly as comedy (BP's a joke, he's a novelty) Solemnly, promise I'm a vomit on a sonnet to be honest Get the green, supersonic [Chorus] Old. School. Fool. Walkman as I walk, man Too cool as I talk, an Old. School. Fool Throwback and I know that Go back when I flow that's Old. School. Fool. Walkman as I walk, man Too cool as I talk, an Old. School. Fool Throwback and I know that Go back when I flow that's Old. School. Fool. [Verse 2] Never seen a live show of Disco Biscuits But I know you feel the vibe, bro, listen, frisk it Fans down south eating chicken, brisket Fans in the dorms, trail mix and Triscuits Throw a hissy fit while I go and kick a quick Remix like that stupid joke when tracks skip, ask Flip I been in my essence since my freshman year matress Scratch it, adolescence, delicatessens and Mad Libs High school, tight fool, sneaking in the nice pool Sipping on a ice cook Kool Aid, light blue Some are smoking silly stuff and some are acting really tough Summer and I summon on the sub woofer to set me up Let me up, get me in the Cypher, BET me up B.E.T. on my C-D-R C-D Fifteen heighten the thrill Sixteen got my license to ill [Chorus] Old. School. Fool. Walkman as I walk, man Too cool as I talk, an Old. School. Fool Throwback and I know that Go back when I flow that's Old. School. Fool. Walkman as I walk, man Too cool as I talk, an Old. School. Fool Throwback and I know that Go back when I flow that's Old. School. Fool.

Lyrics: Chorus The internet used to be funny but now it's not The internet used to be funny but now it's not Disconnect me from the internet I'm getting sick and stressed Me need to sit and rest Verse 1 (Boy Pierce) I remember was cool to friend a friend from high school A nice dude, now he post political views And people sit and they stew, I want a funny video Maybe animals doing back flips, versus tragic Depressing statements, typing in the basement On a sunny day, I would rather run away To the park or the beach or just start on some beats Hit the arcade or the library, offline carry Conversation, call your mom on her born day Don't post a paragraph, that's a sore play Enjoy the concert...enjoy the ballgame You were publicizing it and missed the long play I miss leprechauns in Mobile, Alabama I miss Salad fingers and I think I wanna hand a Resignation to the memes and the GIFs Lift up my spirits once again, these ain't real 1,000 friends 'cause Chorus Verse 2 (Boy Pierce) Kermit sipping tea...prefer him on the screen Jordan crying tears...prefer him earning cheers Wily Wonka..Most Interesting Man I prefer an Everlasting Gobstopper in my hand Versus mobile device, I slouch when I type I'm being so rude to peeps in the room Cram it in the couch cushion, man I ain't about looking Silly on the street watching video on screen Social media a mess with the trolls Seems I'm getting more depressed as I scroll People check it while in line Trader Joe's On elliptical they glide and they post Vacation photos, you should go relax Placate and forego 'cause we're going mad Have a conversation with a human being And I'm guilty myself, turn this off and rebel Chorus Verse 3 (MC Lars) Remember whistle tips? Remember Chocolate Rain? It was 2003 before the internet was lame Nerdcore was new I was riding on a wave To make my second album cost this kid $30k Anyway nowadays you can get a Fiverr mix For a twenty spot and post it up and get a million hits I’m not saying it’s a bad thing now that everyone’s a rapper But our cultures in decline - steaming live, cue the laughter And back before Napster, we’d trade mp3s On Zip Discs, I’m serious, we’d watch MTV for the music - yo that’s crazy, then the gates got smashed Streaming killed the record stores - we knew they’d never last Frontalot showed me Twitter back in 2008 Now it’s wrecking mad careers like a trip to Watergate Heard Roseanne lost her show, poppin’ Ambien she’s frantic RIP the internet, Boy Pierce, you know, it’s tragic !

BP back on the d low Quick on the dish, gotta wish like I'm Skee-Lo 1 and 2 pick like it's Elway, Marino NY to Chino, San Bernardino Fire dial 9-1-1 calling Reno Ain't a fat cat, blackjack at casino Used to ride my bike up to McDonald's on my dino Sorry I mean Dyno, not a whino sipping pinot I'm just making noise while my boys Home Depot Got a monthly rent check, don't say re-lo- Cate to the 'burbs, you should learn, you should be slow Give up all your passion, re imagine all your dreams, yo I'm just feeling real ish, cats on placebo Rather spend they evening on a couch with Doritos I was finding me, while ya'lls Finding Nemo This is BP, listen up like a keynote Verse 2 pick up and burst through Pursue, purview sicker than bird flu Stay around the city like I'm George Costanza When I lay it down so gritty don't ignore my stanza Danza, Tony go plug my tracks to your homies No phony, give me the trophy, I'm hungry like Matthew Stonie Coney Island freestyling, large bottled beers 'til they growling I got the spears and the talons to commandeer any challenge Rocking a flight tonight where I just write Details, no email just a rhyme recite Check this my setlist connected like Tetris Encore, extra credit Let this travel up in your brain stem and make them Synapses snap and create them Masterpieces that you can blast on weekends And tuck in pockets, enough to rock it on subway trains Like the 4-5-6, you can rock bobos, you can sport fly kicks You can hoard my hits, I record on click This is BP, I blast, half court shot swish

[Verse 1 - Boy Pierce] When it's chilly I rock 'em over the ear, silly Ear bud sunny, honey, running 'round the city while I make money Funny, my soundtrack it pounds back Reinforces, it's an endorsement, a sound pact Endorphins, saw her sitting in the rain Raindrops falling on her, bumped in Awkward pause...song...long...gone Never to be seen, baby only in my dreams But not necessarily, rocking so merrily Slow, slow, slow your roll, stop with the parody SoHo spots and froyo shops, robocops Bootleg perfumes for blocks on Broadway Hustle all day, whistle while you work Listen what the song say Go ahead and just block 'em out, walk a block around town Footsteps and your favorite sound [Chorus - Boy Pierce] I can't walk without the sound in my headphones (Sound in my headphones, sound in my headphones) Navigating through the crowd as I head home (Crowd as I head home, crowd as I head home) I can't walk without the sound in my headphones (Sound in my headphones, sound in my headphones) Navigating through the crowd as I head home (Crowd as I head home, crowd as I head home) [Verse 2 - Esoteric] I need the sound of the beat so I can beat it down He's around geeks and clowns steppin on uneven ground Leaps and bounds above ya'll, feelin like the king is crowned No LeBron, weight of the world, but my shoulders strong (ugh) Power trippin but it isn't what the potus on Bangin beats on the subway or when I mow the lawn (hold on) Turn it up, turn it up, make sure the sound is loud So I ain't gotta hear you sayin "check my Soundcloud" You can cell 'em earbuds or call 'em headphones When I'm in the dead zone they'll lay 'em on my headstone Put in an album and recite to 'til my mouth hurts Hang in central where they slangin pretzels on the outskirts Bangin tracks that are vintage like betamax, play some wax Take 'em from the racks like bodega snacks Goin way back like just Just-Ice Kool & Deadly I need my Walkman like Peter Quill to rock steady [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Boy Pierce] So def (BP!) I keep em on my home desk Walking by a hostess or grotesque homeless Sleeping on a park bench, reeking of some raw stench Construction site, right, I leap it like I'm Clark Kent Super hero when I loop my heroes on a drum loop Pups woof, doves poop, rock ‘em in the club too (If i went), heaven sent, strangers like Eleven’s tent Passing I’m blasting the nastiest heavy sets They be liver, lyrics deeper than a navy diver Catalogue i’m batting off barrages like I’m Baby Driver Make deposits out my wallet while I never pause it Crossing walking east heap of fruit stands and street meats Nauseous but I’m knockin it for days and obsessed Steady breathing passing Europeans craning they neck, yes You know the deal, so check the cassette It's Boy Pierce and MC E-S what you expect? [Chorus]

[Verse 1] Reminiscent of my bedroom, and my shoe box And my gym shirt, and my boom box Reminiscent of my Pop Pop purchasing doughnuts Letting me sleep in on weekend Reminiscent of my driveway, pedaling big wheel Burger King crown with a kid's meal Reminiscent of the frost on the windshield Sunday evening getting lost in the Springfield Elementary Reminiscent of penciling, stenciling fast, watching wrestling Reminiscent of the bell at the end of the lesson Reminiscent of the smell at the delicatessen Reminiscent of the dust on the basketball court floor Hopping and hoping to hit the backboard Reminiscent of my old life Reminiscing 'cause I carry it my whole life [Chorus] Go back to your roots Lot to pursue but you got to recoup Know that, if you grew Up with somebody they will always be with you Go back to your roots Lot to pursue but you got to re...coup Know that, if you grew Up with somebody they will always be with you [Verse 2] Reminiscent of my high school graduation Week at the beach with my brothers was amaziing Crashing parties, relaxed and tardy And darting at the opportunity to rock 'til 2 or 3 Reminiscent of swimming pools and getting too hyped up Years prior to being mic'd up I light up at the very thought of a long drive With song high volume play, outside all through day Reminiscent of dorm rooms and lounges to study The rowdiest buddies who prowl to get lucky Reminiscent of a crowd that was stunning Backyard day party was sunny when we depart it was fuzzy, funny Reminiscent of Russell Hall and Harrington Complex Open response tests and prospects, some regrets? Well, I guess but I ain't dwell, so Thank God I ain't too cool for that safe belt Reminiscent of Philadelphia peeps with Philadelphia eats on Philadelphia streets I miss the smell of a cheese (steak), cannot be re (placed) And rent was cheap (rate), the day I peaced (wait) Reminiscent of packing up a van, and stacking up two grand To up and grab a chance to have what it takes Or back up and break, to work your back 'til it breaks Reminisce on all you have to they day, hey [Chorus] Go back to your roots Lot to pursue but you got to recoup Know that, if you grew Up with somebody they will always be with you Go back to your roots Lot to pursue but you got to re...coup Know that, if you grew Up with somebody they will always be with you

[Verse 1] If I was in the BET Cypher you would see me In the background initially, locked in and listening Blue hoodie, ooh should he be present? Please set it off well, the first spat 16 a verse that Had the crowd clapping, I mean Wait, it's pre taped Assume that they like it in the room 'Cause the hype is through the roof Who is he, they don't know Watching on a sofa in a room with your bros If I was in the BET Cypher I would prep up Studying various tempos, rest up Write and memorize, recite and recognize Any mistakes, record, recite, replay No time for cliche, no rhyme that he say She say, they say hip hop heyday Gotta bring my A game, no Bs and Cs So I go BET, on the show he BP, and [Chorus] If I was in the BET Cypher I would kill it Mic check 1, mic check 2, get it If I was in the BET Cypher I would rip it Mic check 1, mic check 2, kick it If I was in the BET Cypher I would kill it Mic check 1, mic check 2, get it If I was in the BET Cypher I would rip it Mic check 1, mic check 2, kick it [Verse 2] If I was in the BET Cypher it would read "Wilmington, DE" as my caption, action I contact camera 1, camera 2 First punchline, yeah it gained a laugh or two Nothing recycled from a record or mixtape Masterpiece crafted for specifically this day This moment, as I hop around with the cordless Mic, got the hype, under lighting record this If I was in the BET Cypher I would get Mad drops from the DJ, cutting up the beat, yay Replay, replay, eat it up, cheat day Get it on the fifteenth listen but you keep missing All the subtleties, mind blown crumbling Bassline rumbling, no great line stubmling When I'm done politely pass the mic To my right, step stage right, yes have a great night [Chorus] If I was in the BET Cypher I would kill it Mic check 1, mic check 2, get it If I was in the BET Cypher I would rip it Mic check 1, mic check 2, kick it If I was in the BET Cypher I would kill it Mic check 1, mic check 2, get it If I was in the BET Cypher I would rip it Mic check 1, mic check 2, kick it

BP, rolling on your tape or CD You can cc your peeps 'til you read read receipts Lease, own, neither I'm a grown Rent paying cat, rapping on his kitchen floor Listen your feeling it Saying he nostalgic, or he just a foul kid with no originality Man I never doubted me Back home Thanksgiving sitting in a small state Said my videos all great, wait 23% of people will appreciate The other 77, you lucky if it be 7 seconds Of their attention, zero to no retention Despite packing my lines like fat people at delicatessens I gotta get it, double lives I'm living Sacrifice to grab the mic should copyright my appetite Megabyte, gigabyte, terabyte, tear the mic Like if Jordan left Chicago, my mind go zen Meditation, no medication, back to my floorboards A break from the population Pals packing pens and vaping, pacing Laps outside the venue, I can do, I been to Too many bars in my life, so I regain my vision When the start out I write When the night gets sloppy and the pints get hoppy I be hopping Irish exiting to hop on my neccessities Sesame Street, lessons be preached On the streets of the New York pavement I'm raising the stages Most days I just want a fine walk Wanna grab a speaker, take a seat upon the sidewalk Make a beat on the fly for the ladies that walk by And do a new rap, they say who that? Rapping on a park bench with a coffee cup Don't stare sonny boy, bet he awfully nuts Off my rocker, never rocked Roccawear Never got not prepared, never not dropping rare Golden nuggets, I spit verse in public But New Yorkers move by, only catching two lines I work at a pace commuters envy Running to they train, close computers in a frenzy I work ten hours then I work ten hours Take a stand on your seat, If I fail it's on me Making a vision the bass it collisions I'm living Everything I thought about I take you on a walkabout Penning things, spending weeks sending links Yet they keep asking BP, "when will we see a wedding ring?" I say I got priorities in tact I think my ex girls were just sorry that I rapped It'd be cool when they meet me, then realize I don't TV Or have the time for movie, or call myself a foodie I'm moving, jobs and apartments and cities Opening, closings, foreclosures and shifting Opening loads of new roads and committing Opening shows with dope flows always hitting Listening to Chris ten years back remixing tracks in my bedroom Balancing the headroom Didn't know I'd be opening for him I was probably at dive bar toasting up a gin Mind uncluttered, I'm an unsigned non clubber Club soda drinker and a young Yoda thinker Upload and tinker all my acapellas You can cop 'em fellas Make a remix, reward yourself, hit Taco Bell up What's he talking 'bout? I would rather see his Tributes issues so this whole song I skip through But the real rap cats maybe give respect Then BP's back to his kitchenette

[Verse 1 - Boy Pierce] I appeared in this land with just a spear in my hand I was small, had a calling hop up here and expand The first level was some greenery and shapes I would lean and I would break Lose a heart, choose a start, face a boss pursue a fate Pummeled by some trolls and goblins, duck and roll to stop them but their blows would pop and send me Back another board, it was wack I need a sword, But no cheat code I reload, I'm back to settles scores So I built up my hit points, my magic to get points I leap over lava and seek out the saga I treat all the trauma, round em up and Power up the crown is up Seize it for my legion travel regions to the [Verse 1 - Marcel Owen Alexander] I just appeared I may be small and on this level i may break Pursue a fate Then duck and roll Send me back i need a sword I gotta build I gotta leap And now i treat all the trauma round em up And power up the crown is up, seize it for my legion travel regions [Chorus - Boy Pierce] Whole wide world Got the keys to the kingdom Overseas with the wisdom Guarantee that my rhythm hit the Whole wide world Slay the boss in the castle When we cross final battle Then I'll walk out and travel to the (Repeat) Whole...wide...world Whole...wide...world [Chorus - Marcel Owen Alexander] And now, This whole wide world is where i’ll be What will i find, what shall i see? There’s so much that i just don’t know Forge on ahead into this....... whole wide world [Verse 2 - Boy Pierce] Now I'm riding the terrain flying high up once a-gain, Got my crew sitting healthy and my boo living wealthy Level 99 never settle in my mind so I Pedal and I climb up the pedestal and find Almighty weapon so I calm lightly step into the Castle, satchel, Tackled, wrastled Down the corridor where Im grounded through the floor Round house into my core down out and through the door Sword, down at my side I gotta round up and ride, face boss break jaws til I take off Face off, stop and swing my serious strike, This is it, take the title disappear in the night, to the [Verse 2 - Marcel Owen Alexander] And now i ride With all my crew Another level i must climb And now i walk Right down the path I’m falling down i pound i shout And with my sword I hit my stride I’ll swing my strike This is it, take the title disappear in the night [Chorus] [Bridge - Marcel Owen Alexander] They're close behind All alone in this keep moving on We'll be fine in this till nothing's left make the best of this fight through till dawn world a princess waits Never Giving up a ball of light Now are time is up sun shining through Guess we ended up the future's bright In this world Alone we'll find a way from here. [Chorus]