1. |
Local Flavor
01:50
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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
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2. |
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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
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3. |
Letting Go
03:59
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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
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People Watch
04:19
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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
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5. |
Standby
02:46
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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
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My Last Semester
02:35
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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
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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
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Hindsight
03:21
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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
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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
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Boy Pierce New York, New York
Boy Pierce is a New York City-based rapper and producer from Wilmington, DE.
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