Lyrics: Decrease the drive, dudie hold your hands at 10-and-2 I'm rerouting the road into the game like Brandon Jennings do It's Philly, cop the kelly green in fall, in summer red and blue Really I'm just repping du', they feel me like a petting zoo Freezer let me step into, too cold, too obscure Two-fold truest score, truth told, troubadour Yeah, I keep it fresher than a humidor Behind the wheel like Marty, ya'll like Biff, you drive into manure Income go to room and board, sitting in my room and bored I'm listening to Fugees' Score and playing Sega, too mature A nineties product I'd say Now I'm just rapping trying to get a date with Lana Del Rey I'm a mathematician when I subtract your division You dropping trash, I"m a pitch in I'm like a graduate gripping his cap and crafting his business Yeah, I stay in my psychey 0-13 gone be that year that all ya'll player haters can bite me Freddy said don't fidget, kick it steadily, consistent I was mentally resistant, now I'm readily persistent Kid, you better be positioned Your vision and your look and feel, look and feel Creep into the deep, see, I hook and reel Pizz, you need a hook for real Captain James, John Popper, Rhyme dropper Back to claim, have to reign, Live Doppler Yeah, Music Television rhymes proper I was watching Biggie nine-to-five like an eye doctor Yeah, this is true art fella For everyone I ever met in Newark, Dela I don't rap for a Kia or for the sacajaweas But maybe I could get a bio pic on Wackapedia Pizzy's back, mami mia This is my sophomore, hear Matty flow Feel that local flavor like I'm Baltimore to Natty Bo Rapido, cats is smoking fattys on they patio Gather and just gabble in my gallery, I gladly go

Verse 1 (Boy Pierce) Your New Year's Resolution was to cut your carbo load My New Year's Resolution was to just go hard on flows Carve the road 'cause it's the track that I've been singing to Never crack in interviews or hanging out with nincompoops Sitting pretty, I'm no lazy boy recliner Needing holiday like a '83 Madonna Baby I'm your ganja, celebrate, we elevated And if some fellas hating, then I can tell me made it So let us quick address the Babar in the room Sip some Gran Marnier and swoon 'til your bladder is so full I could down a couple too, but my vocal chords are kinda of sore Rolling with a crew who a local hoard of connoisseurs Mama swore Matthew was amazing and so novel So I'm blazing, feeling worthy like a Laker wearing goggles Hit the basement, pop a bottle Having a me party Album it be tardy but my timing's right, my timing's like... Chorus (repeat 2x) The homeboy Ish told me kill it, make some history Go Boy, ish on the illest, get the victory Lyrical Suicide, who am I? Optimistic and I rock terrific, baby two collide Verse 2 (Lyrical Suicide) My mind flips as I scripted, I rip This pen cross the page to write a bomb Sixteens'll be this mean, you have to rewind this back To the era of hip hop in '96 Recline kicks as time drips and I spit This story to re lecture conscience So if you take shots or whether you wine sip Just make sure that glass on ice like John Tripp For those who smoke weed, well there's no need While you fellas get high I just play it low key Oh so you think you fly just because you blow trees? But the young bol been fading to black since '03 So wave your hands and come rock with me Lyrical Suicide and my man BP Put your ones up in the sky 'cause this song here too dope You gotta think about it, even Jordan need a Kukoc Chorus

Lyrics: Yeah i dreamed of being popular like Nada Surf Gotta perk Yada yada yada that's a lotta work But tonight i'm like a dorm room kid sitting bored Got a few sipping more with a brew tipping Cab driver and my friend got her seat belt buckled She from out of town Google Map, route her now Back seat and i believe we had some Kool Moe Dee bumping Go to work Downtown show the perks Pennsylvania ain't heard as high a hype since they hosted Wrestlemania We watching some palladia The subtlety is strange Audio is muted So i'm seeing Keith Richards going raw on an acoustic And his movement coincides with the vibe of the pop music grooving on the radio Lose it going crazy though Karaoke like Scarlett Johansson and Bill Murray Dance in apartments it gets blurry Looking fresh love we laughing let's let 'em know This the type of shit you grasp when you letting go Got a clean pair of jeans and some low top kicks when i roll through Sit with my old crew Been a minute but we catching up in 60 seconds This the goodest shit i'm missing kid i think i recon Green lights breeze right through the weak nights Leap twice to the beat strike on a cheap mic All i need is just some people and a boombox Two shots Fifth street faded on the rooftop Fifth street faded on the rooftop Pizza slice full of life like a Ninja Turtle Back tracking did i do that like i'm Steven Urkel Incoming text messages Stepping into residence Westin Inn wasted eating Mexican Celebrate when there's something to celebrate Levitate All these fellas waste we accelerate Cause i hear it all the time, every second right? Talking like "homie buy a case it's election night" Stay on top of this Vision is synonymous to kicking it and rocking it like Nicholas Andopolis Get it to the populace If you kids is mocking this then you don't get accomplishment or get the gist of confidence Promise this is for the kids i met in college who dial into conferences and frolicking for options It's a time to get your style in Get your rad glamor on Looking fly rocking adidas like Chas Tenenbaum Looking fresh love we laughing let's let 'em know This the type of shit you grasp when you letting go Got a clean pair of jeans and some low top kicks when i roll through Sit with my old crew Been a minute but we catching up in 60 seconds This the goodest shit i'm missing kid i think i recon Green lights breeze right through the weak nights Leap twice to the beat strike on a cheap mic All i need is just some people and a boombox Two shots Fifth street faded on the rooftop Fifth street faded on the rooftop South side Stand up N-J Get fly N-Y Hands up P-A Stay high D-E Stand up West side Get fly C-C Hands up North side Stay high South side Stand up N-J Get fly N-Y Hands up P-A Stay high D-E Stand up West side Get fly C-C Hands up North side Stay high South side Stand up N-J Get fly N-Y Hands up P-A Stay high Got a clean pair of jeans and some low top kicks when i roll through Sit with my old crew Been a minute but we catching up in 60 seconds This the goodest shit i'm missing kid i think i recon Green lights breeze right through the weak nights Leap twice to the beat strike on a cheap mic All i need is just some people and a boombox Two shots Fifth street faded on the rooftop Fifth street faded on the rooftop

Lyrics: Nibble on a light app, scrilla on the right track Nah not readily it's complimentary, a lite app Getting sloppy like them dudes kicking bike racks Snooze like Ebenezer Scrooge, need a night cap Now my dome feeling bruised, need a ice pack Ooh I be right back, du' let me fight back And I gotta stay true to my site map Crew like a tight pack, you know it's like that Disrespected like the quiet car, how bizarre OMC, OMG, patching up the battle scars Now I sit in Ruth's Chris eating calamari Last year eating Mallomars, gee Fuck the salad bar, he is consuming all the rare delights Staring right at a cute chick wearing tights Call me Phil, I can feel it in the air tonight This a game of thrones and I'm feeling like the heir tonight Yeah, eating chicken with a business lady Sipping on a dark stout and it was Guinness maybe Got the mean mashed potatoes with the chicken gravy Platter great, Cabernet get my vision hazy City craving, my interest is disintegrating Indicating methods of innovating is inundating So they can go snap, roll over like you learned Pilates But I got untapped potential like a virgin hottie Heard the trolley and I'm headed to the first state South bound, downtown, homeboy's birth date I told 'em I'm a keep on spitting, getting first place Awkward yet necessary like shitting in the workplace Awkward like Ted and Mary, you bloggers is repping rarely You fostering sedentary like offering Ben and Jerry's You flaunting you legendary, F it I rap move I'm Vince in Toronto gonna jam for these rap tours Chorus All we do is wander 'round the city And I'm looking at the faces over yonder looking pretty 'Cause we people watch Park bench lounging and we peaking down to peep my watch, peep my watch Baby cause I'm right on time, yes I'm right on time I'm gaining ground and I'm telling you I'm loving that I'm right on time, yes I'm right on time Because I'm never looking back, said I'm never looking back, no Verse 2 You melancholy and the infinite saddness So while I'm Siamese dreaming, gotta find my keys Leaving out the front door, forefront Tried to see reason, but I'm getting dazed and confused and thinking outlandish You got to come and watch me like the Tram Car Patrick said that Pizzy came so damn far, I gotta drop my landmark And I'm reminded every time I see a pretty girl who smile in my direction that I'm fine with my perspective I'm a high school student at a business dinner chewing on a ice cube Coolin, winner chicken dinner, baby I'm a nice dude Gentleman, care to grab a bite with Matt Met a girl from Drexel and she told me I'm too white to rap Good night to that, girl I'm Randall Pink Floyd I brandish the noise that make your town just stand up in joy I plan to deploy I might be playing ball next year so prep the contract I need a cheer from ya'll, let's hear Chorus

Lyrics: Watch your boy Boy P spit Be so annoyed with this shit, I'm destroying your whip When I tour in your dashboard, storage of rap torrents Torment, dormant, you cannot snore Slippery flow, the slope is like a mopped floor Speed racing, ya'll weed laced and I'm a mach four Got more rap bass meant that I'm top floor Encore engagement, they praise me to proctor Yeah, boom bap, true that, who that, muzak, move back new jacks Bootleg EP tatoo that, who BP where Matthew at? Filthy ya'll can vacuum that, soap and wipe Douse down my quarters, yoda-like House like hoarder, grow the hype South of the Border, prototype This a track for the hackers Kick, turn, pose like PaRappa the Rapper Discount my raps when I distribute that While ya'll lack double checks like a sack on the Packers Yeah, ya'll can try this shit, blah, blah, blah, grimy spit I'm too dope boy, yes, Outkast, '96 Fly when I'm repping, ain't a tie for a second Ya'll typical like Cha Cha Slides at receptions Oh, hi did I mention you should sign me to Geffen Ya'll can wonder for years like the mind of a Kevin Loving lines at eleven Poop on a rap, soup up the track, stupid you shook Ya'll beats MTV, yeah they used to be fat Ooh, look at that, recoup for the hook, yeah Chorus: So let me take ya'll on another ride I heard that Pizzy on some other vibe Standby, gotta live it now Landslide, never bring me down (repeat) Verse 2: Break it down like glucose, too dope with a new coat Kudos 'cause the crew go Fifty deep will increase 'cause the peeps will repeat Destiny like I"m Hugo...Reyes Radio will they play this? Storm front coming And of course not plummeting, the force I'm one with it Episode 7...Beauty and the beast with a clone weapon Listen to The Weeknd on a Wednesday night Al dente with some penne vodka sauce I top if off, although a dinner for one don't get your rocks involved All I see is temptation, turn away rather be a sensation But I'm breaking out the lab tonight to meet some lads, alright C'mon let's meet at Penn Station Hello my name is Boy and I'm from planet Earth Good WIll hunting at the Thrift Shop, random shirt Wrote rhymes in my organic chemistry notebook Nomenclature close to a dope hook Maybe with a benzene ring and an aldehyde group I was proud of my group, there's a crowded line, shoot At the office hours, so I'm walking out I need to sulk, I'm sour Rapper with a science degree? How you 'spose to tell professors what you dying to be? I'm 'a take my credentials and race with a pencil Embrace the torrential and raise my potential Erase and re stencil So thank the whole family baby I was raised to be special Chorus

Lyrics: Got a gig in North Carolina lined up Masterpiece barbecue, I'm 'a try the prime cuts Daytime, train to job, got a nine-to-five strut Night time and I rhyme with the finest lines, what Bottle of the beast? Nah, I'm chopping up the beat Got you stomping on your feet Go obnoxious, go obese I don't hobble in defeat, I'm just novel and unique Take your doubts, hit control A and follow with delete Oh my goody goodness, he ain't hood but he but goodest Since I dropped the attitude of the shoulda, coulda, wouldn't Grown man working, yet the kid is still about the play dough Haters snoring on me...sofa bed, couch potatoes Sit through my lecture, I be the sickest professor Because my vision's aggressor and I ain't missed a semester Now I'm grasping Philly hard just like I gripped the Palestra I don't write rhymes at work, consider that sh*t business with pleasure Switch gears and I gotta go Macintosh, rational...used to be a logic pro Hug the first bassline, I got the Joey Votto flow A chemical reaction in the studio that gotta blow Grew up with Dave Grohl in Nirvana Lucky Charms cereal, bowl in manana Now I bring that heat it's like my flow's in the sauna While ya'll short on cheese I'm the whole enchilada D*mn, I'm sure that cheesy line been said before Let me compensate, throw a beat down like Tekken 4 Growing up, kid, I felt most comfortable at record stores And now success contingent on my lines like a Tetris score I'm the new Coke, beat pops, Jello Pudding Overlooked, oversight, ya'll thought this fella couldn't Hoist up on a track quick, get so boisterous and bombastic Ya'll can come along and ride because this voyage is fantastic Ben Grimm...Johnny Storm Rip sweet sixteens, road to the final four This free, mix stream, homie what's mine is yours Rhyme wild, my style, rarely seen, vinyl stores Yeah, beat knocking when I spit Clyde Drexler is your passenger, rock it in your whip All the listeners is hyped when they copping all this sh*t Like some torrent enthusiasts, chomping at the bit Call me Curtis 'cause you know that son grander While I'm making hits, off I shake the sh*t, dumb banter And it's all about image in the game, peep the scanner All the disc jockeys spray tan, call 'em DJ Tanner Boy Pizzy newbie? Nah dudie, kid that ain't the case I rock rocking Ghostface when ya'll were rocking Ace of Bass On your Billy Ray Cyrus, all you do is ache and break I'm rising and I'm cooking up some hot sh*t...wake and bake

Sushi spot, spicy tuna? No thanks, I gotta roll Waitress warrants Wonton Soup, says it's wonderful And rap lingo got no place in sushi palace greeting I said, "What's good, girl?" She said, "the seaweed salad decent" She talking top Chef, Bobby Flay Waitress got the strongest accent, body spray She said that the wasabi great then got up, took a potty break I probably should postulate the consequence to copulate Damnit I love it, you rock Banana Republic But take a bunch of saki bombs and go bananas in public So, maybe ya'll can switch positions Cause my disposition got my vision itching Tipping digits of a split decision And girl I got a petition, just let me take you out Won't ask you Benihana opinion Gotta be blitzing 'cause the circumstances stress me So here's my letter girl I'm out we'll take the check, please

Verse 1: Saturday sessions, take a Friday night light While my crew sipping champagne, Miller High Life Like Budweiser summer drinks, got my limelight And I'm shooting straight and up, so you know it's fly, right? Ripping so cold Boy is spitting dry ice You would swear I'm on a bender, kid you know I fry mics All I really do is fresh, cop fly Niks While you vodka lit up, optimistic, sky bright, yeah Yeah, girlie get me out the lab tonight Watching Vanilla Sky solo is the saddest night Take the midnight train, Gladys Knight Hit the letters on your touch screen, Vanna White Think I need a Morning Glory listen Posted up in the cut with a boring story written While you drunk at the delicatessen 40 sipping Six inch hoagie stumbling, shorty tripping Chorus: Yeah, and I'm just trying to get my mind right But it's all hung up up in hindsight Hindsight, hindsight, hindsight, hindsight Yeah, packing my dreams, gotta find flights Infinite drive, however it's a fine night Fine night, fine night, fine night, yeah Verse 2: Incoming cold front, your roll blunts Shorty said she used to be a tom boy, bowl cut Now she rocking bracelets, gold cuffs Rolled up half baked, sweat pants, so what? And I thought of saying "vamanos" They still got that two pie deal at Dominos Is my line a "no," or "I don't know" I ain't trying to go down girl, geronimo She sipping Pabst Blue Ribbon for the sake of sipping Pabst Blue Ribbon "You a rap dude driven on a track? You fibbing!" Feeling kind of snerve with ya Take a third picture sippin-g on your third pitcher Yeah, karaoke at Applebees Shit, I think I'm turning Japanese She on stage sipping vodka and Snapple teas Shit is getting embarrassing, get a back up please Chorus: Yeah, and I'm just trying to get my mind right But it's all hung up up in hindsight Hindsight, hindsight, hindsight, hindsight Yeah, packing my dreams, gotta find flights Infinite drive, however it's a fine night Fine night, fine night, fine night, yeah

Lyrics Imply that I'm so-so, slide on the Glo-Coat My lines like a bogo, you dine eating froyo Mind's kinda loco, go high like the ozone Oh hi to the bozos, you fly like a dodo Smile at a smokeshow, hide from the Yokos Was rised in my home in the nineties with Bo Knows Shine in my photos, Nikes and Polos I grind on the go sipping iced tea with Coco Got my mojo, booking the route home I'm blitzing in the kitchen just cooking a calzone You busy with your businesses, looking at Dow Jones Oh look it, the crowd knows I'm hooking like Balbo' That's Rocky and that's word to Colorado...Kool Aid Stop me, nah I gotta cop the lotto...today Spit it on a disc that you could borrow...ooh yay Ship it for the day after tomorrow...2-day Blogosphere will pop a boner every time I pop up on ya Shook and now I rock and roll ya lookin for my hot Ramona Boy Pierce Music do it 'til bar close NYC, all I see, boozers like Carlos Holy shit they smoking up in the bathroom, what a bad move For the past two, better pass two Late, late night better past two Blast through, jack knife power bomb a rhyme And I'm-a battle raw on Adderall and cattle prod your catalog Shut it down for a crowd of some 30-something white cats in West Philly Hype that I rep silly Next thing I'm in the north-sided hood spitting?? Good writtens 'til I'm bouncing shouting "good riddance" Bet you wish you hit me back, a 32 I slaughter twice Claiming that you ill is like a misnomer, water ice Brought a hype, while you pop a molly with a Sprite and vik' Write tonight, turn a Hot Tomale to a Mike and Ike Hands up, fuss and brush me off like dandruff Hand cuff, man up, slam dunk, can't touch Former Philly Power Forward in the off-season hitting the gymnasium, Meaning I build my Brand up Clan in the front...let your feet stomp Kids to my left...we rep for your set Kids to my right...we climb outta sight Punks in the back...c'mon make you clap to this Yeah, four blocks from the shore spot July in the east has got me dipping out the city tonight Rarely feel the humidity light You give me the right to dream about Caribbean flights And be my best upon a day, balance rest and out to play And shoutout to my sis I got a niece or nephew on the way, hey Beach bound down bunny and my lunch packed And next year I'm a earn these three months back Get the bass up I'm brazen when I hit the stage in the basement Ablaze and acclaim and it pays when you ain't so complacent Pacing, around for days with a gaze of impatience Facing, vacation days with a raise to my wages Ya'll just some disbelievers who go and diss believers Only concerned picking up beaver like Mrs. Cleaver So try to block like antihistamines, risk could be some history Get it clear, I'm killing it next fiscal year Brochacho, got a show go pronto First bassline and I go, Joe Votto Hood cats saying that I flow so macho Pot heads love me...Locos Tacos Rock those sets 'til I got those checks While your disc collecting dust like your pop's Bowflex, yes No stress I'm just living with my passion pacing So I ain't fazed if you giggle at my aspirations Day dreaming, chill in the east region While peeps scheming, finnin to breach free like millions of peaches Within a week I be winning, pick up the pace With the biggest grin on my face, Dwight Schrute in the beet season Peace, leaving, I'm out doggie, en route call me I'm 'bout balling and hardly crouching to the couch stalling Hauling the trash up out the garbage shoot quickly If I'm tripping like the video for I Am The Walrus don't pinch me Sitting in the pub spot with a talented crew Eight ounces of booze, feel it straight down to my shoes Who bounded to blew, up? It probably be you Or you, or you, or you, I'm just down to be glued To my best friends like Harry Dunn when he pissed on Lloyd Christmas On the moped to Aspen, more bread I'm blasting Off topic, ya'll flopping back to the watering hole Doggy how was your show? It was dope, homie told me high risk equal high reward Live in store, hotel post up, private floor Helicopter off the rooftop Duffle bag loaded with fifties, throw it over the city I'm a never slow throwing down slogans is witty And work miracles, turn the crowd sober to shitty Until I'm beat, blue and pink like I'm Grover and Piggy People sleeping now they snapping out they coma to get me