BP, one random year What the hell happened to the captain of the Pop culture rap? Stop, bolster that Creativity they call me epitome Hank McCoy I’m dank enjoy Go attack with noise on a track annoyed Run it back your boy shall never ever look back …..run through safari and book that Cook that i’m addicted to rap I’m addicted to packing the diction to pack Backpack full of recording gear i’m a detour the hearsay Never fear they for the years they didn’t do I don’t fit the new but I do enjoy some, I don’t ignore son More fun less depression I ain’t messin when i Say I felt inadequate now i’m trafficking classics Nick Foles while you getting Rickrolled Watching Nick Kroll listening to Rick Rose ...Ross, call me Michael Scott Bump me in your Sebring when you drop the top In December remember I’m not a pretender I’m just a white boy from a state that’s slender Delaware to Philadelphia my buzz is like Competitor to Eagles, I’m a veteran, amigo Yo, this is what? Do a rap at a park I don’t pass out a tip cup Throwback like a starter parka that zipped up Simba, Mike Ditka Hype get the, wait, I don’t give a Damn anymore if ya like me, hyphe Girls wanna write me, whirl and invite me Out to a bottomless brunch with some waffles and rum Bacon and egg on a bun BP back better savor the fun Lazy I’m none, crazy on some Nights when I write on the page and I punch ...Lines, i’m a go so divine Rappers talk about how they poking a dime But they broke not a dime, hope for the best Beg for attention from the whole internet Quote me and bet you can Cope with the stress Heart broke down losing hope or depressed BP wasn’t being creative I was so inundated with my confidence fading I was stopping my brain cause it clotted with pain And non stop in the rain until it clog up the drain, gotta Plunge it, punch it, punch in, rush in Crushin, rushin, crutches, hush it And don’t shake your fist at foes Because you the only one that be in control, yo New York City still with a dude so gritty Like the mascot in Philly shout to Billy Penn on the top a city… Got my pen and I jot all the feelings...yo Shout my dudes up in Delly Shout to the bodega, new deli With employee from New Delhi, who ready Get the confetti, better man like I bump Eddie Tom Petty cause I won’t back down With a quote profound i’m a go broke now I ain't talking cash and I ain't balking fast I’m covered over the city like a parking pass I’m gonna walk and laugh while you on the rooftop bar Staring at your cell phone stumbling the hell home Mic check one two and to the three I don’t do it for the Gram man I’m doing it for me

Scenario remix i like when beat kick The rest can just leave quick i’m fresh like a speed stick Impressive and ridiculous and you must Decouple, great I make peeps chuckle Lead hustle, need cheese like Chucky I must be, rushing, repeat I’m crushing Nineties like Willy Clinton, finally I got the vision Blinding ‘em with precision, fighting my inhibitions Iller than pre penicillin, my pen is chilling In the hip hop Cooperstown, boot some clowns Up out the damn booth and shout At the top of my lungs, no Glock or a gun I stopped having fun now I’m back in the ballpit And unsubscribe and cut ties thats awkwerd I’m talking awesome, like I’m Christoper Walkin Competition is balkin when I’m dribbling crossing Flossing no reference to oral medicine Light Bulbs pop off Thomas Edison Got a vibe with sentiment call up Vibe and let em get an exclusive Like DJ Clue hits and let him in Kept on compet-itin and bet winning Slept on like bed linens but bread winnin Smile on my face like Sesame Place My mic’s a weapon embrace I make you step to the break beat Take me to the river, drop me in the water like Shark Week I got a fanbase of smart geeks and Sporting fanatics, pop culture attics Matthew Russell P up on a track yeah I’m back at it Throwback like dad shoes I’m nutty like cashews And rock nocturnal like racoons Hurt em like Shaq Fu and flip em like hot cakes Spittin a hot take, you spittin out lattes Hot date with Tacate, tell her I rap well Branch out routes stand out like a rat tail You moving like snail mail I scoot down the handrail At pennsylvania station, pen tucked in my waste is Laced with, Legendary MCs that aren’t very trendy But prepared my entry to this very set scene Bury net memes Cause me and MC Lars said that it was a dead scene Hustle like an infield single I got NFL followers call me Rob Riggle Closer to Karl Malone than Post Is that you, from Seinfeld Tribute? ...Oh And Phish, frantic from my antics So I blow the whole formula up and can it OG Solo coming soon

Back with the Park Tour, made beats as a sophomore Onboard swinging a broadsword Chalkboard my penmanship awkward Pick-it-up like a ball court, talk more Like day time law court, Judy Ooh he looney, daffy, tooney Squad bad boy like Black Rob I have robbed Beats of they briefcase give a half sob Backdrop of Manhattan mascots Black top, cab stop, and a snack shop Stack lots of minutes and walk a block Inhibit a free spirit and prohibit a broke image Go get it kid and soak in it While they happy hour for the thousandth hour Go and route the power go announce the valor Of the grind, New Amsterdam stand a mind, hi Grown in a small state but my heart spacious Outrageous, bounce in a spaceship Proud when the bass hit rounding the bases Shapeshift in the lab on the graveshift Full send, I don’t need relief from the bullpen Sick need an IV, U Penn My two cents tie up the loose end no nuisance New trend to lend track is a true friend Make the crowd say (whoo) Make ‘em proud say (whoo) Bump it loud play (whoo) Got no doubt cause I outweigh Step into the spot like (whoo) Reppin in the spotlight Step into the spot like (whoo) Never care if they not like I never wanted to be something I wasn’t you see Maybe you think there is a dozen of me; There’s nothing to see I can’t see you erupt on the scene So muzzle ya dream and go back to a comfortable scene A couple of memes, so go sit back and chuckle and lean Unbuckle your seat, and drive into bustling street I’m shoveling reams of paper ...let me catch my breath and rep major Lazor, Diplo, back with the sick flow Lean on, Dream On like Aerosmith go Steven Tyler breathing fire Your hits are missing like William Byers Cyphers...in the corner with a polo They assume the dude cannot communicate Too cold new flows I don’t need a loophole To glow, ten front steps I don’t stoop low Too grown for a kid sport nah kid I flip more Yet never repped by the pitchfork Step in the big door, Madmartigan with the heart again Start a trend, blow and depart again Willow and Bilbo The only MC listening Phish streams and Wilco Who still go gumptious, well rounded plumpness Forrest Gumpness, park bench funkness

I had no choice but to do it, yes I was influenced by the truest But Philadelphia helped me fuel it Riding Septa back when that was called the R2 Graduate, fan of Anakin and and cartoons Gallery Mall look back and recall Market East station pacin did I miss the train to make it? Feeling naked, racin, Illadeph half life Like a halfpipe, getting gloomy grab a flashlight Intern in the mix yearn Making songs on the lunch break, long for the drum break Often to pump fake, trigger shy hidden my Vision I buried it, single tire chariot Hilarious, when I serenade my secret They would carry on and leave it like it’s Larry Vaungn and beaches Married to my thesis, 5th and South Street Stitching loud beats, roaming alone, honing a proud speech 11/30 two thousand eleven A small venue with the loudest of brethren Philly was special pre Philly Special sentimental Influential throw me on stage and loop the instrumental Nothing was accidental, shoutout to Xponential The Key for writing me up in a quintessential Piece...screaming peace moving from Broad Street If you love something you set it free Things Fall Apart, I feel the Tipping Point Lock him in the studio with a mic Cause on the real it might save his life, I’m at a different point No shade to Simmons I cannot disappoint Poles with Crisco...throws from Nick Foles Down south where the wiz and the wit flow Passing bike rentals reaching for a high level City wide special, cop a wa pretzel Kind like the Trivago guy But I gotta competitor he resides inside Lives a life to grind, things falling to the side When your lady friend claiming you ain’t calling to say hi Philadelphia, had my calling and my vibe And you always got me covered, like a awning in the sky Always sunny as I’m running and I’m hauling to the line Send my all to the Hall, up from Broadway down to Vine

The Park Tour hitting Chi Town, never let me down The College Dropout, changed me forever wow Freshman impressin the lessons Ye don’t care what people say, but I did I hate to say Expectations of what they want you to be What I lacked is what I wanted for me In the dorm with a beat, not a lyric on sheet A blank canvas I’m famished to fill it and flee Real as can be, when I heard Through The Wire Ooh admired everything that I’m that I’m not, everything that I am Yeah I know I’m mixing up records but Ye delivered a lecture That I could be better, faster, stronger Far from home with his arsenal grown He would hoard the beats the ignore defeat For the Illinois streets, realest raw beats For the pink polo pre ‘04 release We would listen the leak in 2003 When Ye shouted at me that I didn’t have to fit in a box I could hip I could hop All I needed my heart, and my vision to rock We would listen in lots, on the way to Borders Books & Music Hook into it, cruising in my Honda you the rock and Blueprint Working this graveshift...prior to people saying “basic” I had no school spirit just Ye’ hits The archbishop, the Pope John Paul of ya’ll Jay verse over hook drop jaws Dropped off...at the dining hall hungover not talk I would rather sit slumped over Questioning everything, one day I’ll fly away Right away, cause I no longer wanna shy away Chi today, even though I’m New York City-based Had to make a stop off, pop off, spit it great Listen Ye, this is for the 808 and Graduate Late Registrate, the Throne, Home, and Runaway Ton to say, but I gotta head into my workplace Then it’s back to New York, Philly, and the first state I sync the lyrics up, have a seat, take my cup Half a sheet, masterpiece, ass in seats, ain’t enough That’s why I hear new music and I just don’t be feelin it Lyricism still alive they just don’t be dealin it And I know they don’t play me in the damn club Without Kanye or Slim, ain’t got a chance of Making it this far, cheer me at lit bars In two words BK, NY, Bed Stuy Gotta hold my head high, even though my rent high Steadfast breakfast, word hard, bed time Hugging my, hustle used to listen in my brother’s ride I Know I got angels watching me from the other side

CHORUS Fly like a rocket man Fly like a pilot’s hands Fly like pigeon in midtown Fly opposite of sit down Fly like a camera drone Fly like a santa in snow Fly like you pegasis Fly like the wicked witch VERSE Flyer than a piece of paper bearing my name Got the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain Oh wait, oh ...I'm rapping Hov subconsciously I guess it meant a lot to me Young Buck with the buckshot...Unit and he proved it Tony Yayo with exclusive Ad libs in a prison cell On a mixtape hit great, Lloyd on a sick tape Nashville with a rap ill Far from Catskills with this cat’s skills That hill I’m the King like Hank Walk a lot where blocks always stink like dank Thanks, for the break beats and the great sneaks Getting in paid in full in the eighties Raise beats til they break the windows and Three 6 mafia they my kinfolk Alright it’s the verse time, and I Always attack like the first time Merk time after time like I’m Cyndi Lauper Got no contract no pending offer Fisher, Harrison, and Hamill On the television channel Back in station wagon panels Back Seattle rocking flannel Ken Griffey Junior, Pen Swiftly maneuver Get Schwifty spit it super Dude this verse feeling weak so far It’s the worst that I wrote in the week so far So far out...lay my cards out Break my ow, but restart now Fight bout when the mic’s out, ouch he should pipe down Slaughterfest the counters I wipe down (this is everyone’s favorite part of the beat, so I’m just gonna give it respect) Counter cats rebound the track rewound It back they ask what the sound is that? back When I had a lunch pack and headphone jack Not a cell phone chat in Slack app Technology addicts they shopping for fabric in traffic I’d rather be trafficked in sky reading Skymall i’ve had it CHORUS Fly like a rocket man Fly like a pilot’s hands Fly like pigeon in midtown Fly opposite of sit down Fly like a camera drone Fly like a santa in snow Fly like you pegasis Fly like the wicked witch

They made me do it Radio searching it for a person, pursue it Power 99 prior 99 Problems Gotta rob em the 36 Chamber opera droppin em Spy on ‘em like binoculars i’m adopting this shopping list Revelation like an apocalypse I’m anonymously rhyming nifty every cent a nominal fee Finally a prodigy the Park Tour is highway robbery The way I rob the beat without a bribery Saiding the rhymes on Ready To Die, the setting was live He’s top 5 dead or alive, head of his time “It was all a dream reading word up magazine Salt N Pepa and Heavy D in the limousine” Kick in the door wavin the 4-4 While RZA and guys in Staten I screaming out “It’s Yours” “I bomb atomically” is borderline bible speak I need another record get ‘em reunited finally Ghostface put on Pretty Tony post haste “Holla holla holla if you want to,” quote great Nasir Memory Lane his Hennessey game “Rappers I monkey flip em with the funky rhythm” It Ain’t Hard to Tell, Run, D-M-C Raising Hell Supreme Clientele, and Cuban Linx as well I take 7 MCs put ‘em in a line Moment of silence for the rest a that line Respecting the time of Paul’s Boutique on Rivington Street The grid is complete, now i’m ridding defeat, peace Reasonable Doubt no leavin while I route I do it Season in and season out I’m breathing in I’m breathing out Get Rich or Die Tryin had the hits I’m not lyin Many men wish death, missteps I’m not trying to list all the mandatory hits It was written in a sit, off the noggin from the hip, quick Mos Def did it grotesque on the BET show set Oh yes wit the GOAT guests Shady and Black T up on the black and white screen They would pass the mic, like Ad Roc and Mike D MCA, listening to Check Ya Head all day And Hello Nasty hella classic any day Matty P don’t rattle me i did it gradually And It ain't only NY rap that built up my anatomy

I wrote it down in a Chi town hotel Flew it back to New York City on my coattails Oh well, do a pop up show no tell This is for my Pop Pop, all the folks tail Hotel no sleep not a little bo peep Park bench ardent all my hope reach Peeps via wifi sippin Via fine grinds Grown like a Chia re up I don’t seek the sidelines Or the time-out bench, I ride out whence the beat repeatedly repeat for five tenths of the evening Be sharp like a bee sting Beasting, art never fleeting Feasting on the timeline, throwing high fives to the skyline Rhymes in the pipeline Part time with a sub par mic but it’s nice when it flows to my mobile device Heighten the sound downtown like Petula Clark Boulevard broken dreams, humans are opening Beer can, musical, restaurant, cubical Shared workspaces with the standing desk workstations Conference call I’m hopping off I drop your jaw til ironic socks is off I’m popping off another...brain tease Colder than a brain freeze, Italian ice tasting Rita’s wooder ice, or is it water ice? Hard to type, fiddling United flight middle seat Awkward type listening...kicks flow to my kicks Oh my, goodbye yellow brick road Got my brain, got my heart, got my courage so I flourish Not emburrissed, bare with me gimme all the damn porridge I’m well learned a swell sermon, You panic and pop a xanax, the generic version B Rabbit mixed in with Ben Savage with speech habits Keep at it, wreak havoc, leap out of weak habits You have a disc in your Discman, it has to be this, man No bluffing, throwback like a Huffy with kickstand Millennials they tell me it’s lit, man Like Jordan and Pippen, excel like I’m Nick Van I hit them...like a Turkey Hill Graham Slam Verses kill bam bam searching til grandstand hands clap Jam packed like January 1 gym rats He look like Matthew Perry if he did rap Mismatch, break it like a Kit Kat Jacksonville askin “where the rap about a Nick at?” Kick back, all I want is Tim Westwood raps A nice flat where my headboard at I get bored at elaborate functions and advocate luncheons I’m opting for a polished production

You said you never heard of it, I had to surface it The latest Park Tour stop i ain’t determine it You could kick it at the gardens up in Boston You could rip at the Barton Springs in Austin You could do it big in Texas with a Dallas rap Hit the desert up in Phoenix where the cactus at You could spit a mellow tone up at the Yellowstone But I tell ‘em “no” and roll up to my Dela home Zingo’s Shop N Bag, I took my garment bag and packed a microphone alone, left my apartment, snagged The Port Authority Greyhound that routed to K Town And leapt in a Septa that went to Browntown Did you leave Della, become a mean fella? No fella, I floated and wrote a novella Coachella, rather rep at the Firefly Propel ya, never leaving you high and dry Suki Hana sample takers, Union Street bakers Bravehearts at the Newport Skate Park Elsmere Wawa during Hoagiefest Movies 10 with your friends is a cozy nest Brandywine State Creek down to Main Street Rehoboth sun tan, Gravitron at Funland Eating up a Nick-o-boli, Border Cafe guacamole Hit the casino, Mrs Robino’s Ravioli... Funscape caught a rough break Went the route of Zino’s Pizza, thankfully we still got a Rita’s Blendini, Saint Matthew’s rest easy Pink Cadillac McDonalds, Apple Mac store Christiana Mall, Monkey House tree fall Fun day with a Charcoal Pit sundae YMCA racquetball livin Bell Buoy down in Dewey, get a biscuit up at Walt’s Chicken Newark out of town students know nothing Only Main Street, otherwise they go bluffing They don’t know Brandywine Zoo goat petting All they know is Klondike and the bro settings Bravo, grab a pizza at the Grotto “A place to be somebody,” that’s the motto New Castle, I don’t know nothing bout Sussex All i know is Blue Rocks always bring the ruckus Lobby Casapulla’s over Capriotti’s I be Pea Patch Island vibing, Del Park horse riding Haunted Ride Rehoboth boardwalk Buying Jimmy John’s “pipin hot” orders when you cross border People lobby Christiana over Concord many Conquered the Creek, festivals on the street, Saint Anthony’s, Serpes, Shop Rite turkeys Illadelph jerseys, Route 1 journeys

The Park Tour started as a conversation in a Shake Shack With me and my brother Paul from way back Prepping for a trek into Camden The Phish show, Patco, ten minute jammin Different cities and parks, different rhythms with heart Different concepts, different art, I was crammed in the pool drive, riding in silence Crossing the Benny, closing my eyelids Back to the island of skyscrapers and fly neighbors High labor, stock traders, and Don Drapers Rest later and rep now, retirement sounds lame and so does vacation when you ain’t found aim It’s Game time, that was Dre’s favorite line, back when Proof was in the booth and I recited his lines, Got a license to grind, got a license to ill, Gotta reach for the thesis I’m writing it still…matic Back at it, napped on like craftmatic Laptop rap like Lars on his Mac tablet Pass fabric on streets of fashion avenue Back to the kips bay studio in the lab at two Shout to the world famous one and only bangers crew To every single city that we travel to Imagine you, never met one another Now we rep making sets taking steps wit you brothers and the sun shines with you shout to Vida Blue Most events aren’t planned I guess that’s kinda true What is hip hop? Non stop mistakes Looped breaks and mixtapes Puff Daddy and Biggy, Fat Joseph and Remy Doc Drizzy and Jimmy, Lil Ceaser and Kimmy Slim Shady and Bizzy, Rick Rose and Drizzy Aaliyah and Missy, Kan-yeezy and Nicky On a monster verse, this is not the first not the last and not the birth, Rock the earth, walk the earth like Sam Jackson Chalk the work and plan action Constant state of lit, rhymes I made ‘em quick Times that they depict, I can’t relate to it Ran like Jadakiss, jammed on basic kits Slam like or Pogs or Onyx honestly breaking in Taking erasers to white boards, ain’t seen me in hype Source columns or cool clubs flossing four bottles More likely to see me up at Gregory’s Coffee Or at the shore with my family purchasing toffee Just a child of the north east United States with my shoes tied up laced and I find it great Find ya place kid you got it...believe me It ain’t easy peasy but you can fly like ET Don’t let em defeat thee, practice every evening Mastering, achieving fractions every evening, No encore, no claps no cheers The game ain’t over this the beginning of my career, yeah and the sun shines with you shout to Vida Blue Most events aren’t planned I guess that’s kinda true What is hip hop? Non stop mistakes Looped breaks and mixtapes