"Mirror, Mirror" (Nenjah Nycist) Rising Sun, uh, what up G My nigga usually be holding weight like an elephant asked a cop for directions for the hell of it my niggaz overreact reasons irrelevant known to goon thats why i don't tell them shit fuck girls ruthless, exotics, dimes, dueces at shows even rando's on OK Cupid one out of three hold degrees we ain't stupid move with or get moved by my fucking movement my niggaz break hearts, break laws, break jaws suckas trying to play ours then we'll probably break yours break, pause why hit ya? I should make you off yourself like Hitler uh {Chorus} Mirror, Mirror on the wall Who is the Nycist of them all? Mirror, Mirror on the wall Who is the most clever? fuck it whatever I be wildin so i wrote rhymes and made hooks I bet life look nice from facebook Like this my status that serious Tell me whats a smartphone to a fucking idiot usually i be geekin but fuck all the silliness Pressin niggaz for results yeah im on some midi shit Lost in my own world u ever seen insidious? Shit could get grotesque muthafuck a hideous so let me get, some rellos and a couple remy sips Know when you wit a lord everything luxurious I knew I'd spazz on this beat when i felt the chilliness Why not they playing this on XM flow is so Sirius The microphone is mine yeah i'm talking so imperious I'm ill for the sake of rhymin i'll say im the ileus But thats a real word too you dudes is oblivious From evil, God deliver us, the end of my expenditure is here yo I'm here, yeah yeah come on {Chorus} Rising Sun what team who the fuck yeah whatever, ya'll know who clever

"Say Hi" (A. Smith) Walking past you I raise up my hand and wave, You look at me and turn your head and look away. Well I know we never were friends, and I don't want to be. I know I'm better than you but it really crosses me when… You never ever say hi, I feel some type of way. You never ever say hi, I feel some type of way. You know we went to school together but you never acknowledge me. You think you're cool, smelling yourself you're such a fool, and I'm just saying I was taught to speak when spoken to. I say the words, but no response. How dare you! Never ever say hi, I feel some type of way, You never ever say hi, I feel some type of way. Listen I don't need a mindless conversation. All I want is a little respect from the situation. Smile, look me in the eye, and you be on your way. Perhaps if you were a bit bolder, you could give me more than a cold shoulder. You never ever say hi, I feel some type of way. I feel some type of way.

"#RNS" (Nenjah Nycist) A real Nenjah never blinks Knows when to strike knows when to think Keep away from suckas yo he let 'em clean the tank A good peach will make you think A bad one will make you drink And ain't shit you can teller if she holding bank Get it? TURN this shit UP you know it crank Look I do this, don't ask me how rest of yall is scrubs like nurse apparel Flirting with bread, a love jones, kind of like the dow This that music that the muthafuckin' law won't allow Realest shit that y'all heard in a while, style DROP #RNS REAL NENJAH SHIT Like the sound then bump it loud Only one that believed in me is rapping now Only limit I see is the sky, move a cloud Just do whatever you do and yo do it proud Half you clowns wouldn't raise a brow Nonetheless move a crowd to move ya mouth is to move ya bowels You spittin' shit the only thing sick as this Herpes syphilis flow is a sushi dish Raw no need to fish ya jaw you need to pick up off the floor This is saw 8 blood on the decor paint RNS SHIT Chillen in a deep scar Gettin' too deep with a petite broad Like, "Luv, my blood true, plus I don't bite...hard" Exotic in jelly jars just me and my squad You know, some shrillin' some went skiing on the slopes Yeah we getting punished like boxers on the ropes I'm on the piff they on the 'ball iggin' all my calls Mad different highs like a celebrity in the mall Fuck a E.T probably get higher with Paul The D gets the job done now hire my balls High like I'm in New York paying for menthols Still in the cut tho no need for gauze My clause is to present my gifts to the poor and rich The black St. Nick but no saint or satanist Could predict the shit experienced Know Jehovah's that don't knock Know Jews that tip my matrix in a glitch Can't be better than hell or heaven RNS SHIT

"Renaissance Man" (Nenjah Nycist, A. Smith) Yo! Hang ya freedoms on america's noose and blame it terrorism like America do this american dude domestic terrorist too Cause i'm me Pack of skittles arizona peach tea hoody up and I'm free? How you rap is a damn shame Ya style corrupt like that Kony campaign Go to war online ayo we getting trained No need to hit the range Entertainment is shooting things See I'm entertained Politicians lie Like everything they say is good but you and I see the gentrified neighborhoods on the rise Word to wise gun license could save ya life but until the rise of the nation ima be mind erasing fried higher than a spaceman we up in the place man money chasing instead of these problems its all these blunts that we facing {Chorus} Trying to hold on to whats left with this pen in my hand make some impact doing my best but im just one man, I'm the Renaissance Man I'm the Renaissance Man x4 ojos rojo I'm in the mood The devil hungry for mac and cheese & gumbo stew potato salad collard greens & yams too Whats this mean? ya soul food get ya granola bars chewed We in the city hard happy to be on the news like the city of God Maybe the mayor will move if we rip things apart because we cannot lose winning over many hearts And everywhere I go a camera mark my spot cops suck a cock Glocks give em power So i hit the gun shop on these cowards Reminiscent of 'Pac on his final hour tower over competition cause all they talk about is sour and bitches Bottles and strippers I ain't knockin' ya hustle but dumb niggaz not my listeners I rap like its fucking Christmas and I want plaques like I'm cleaning off my dentures {Chorus}

Commonality (Nenjah Nycist, M. Costello) Them niggaz sippin lean I'm puffin' green scene full of laughter sippin lager I heard a pitter patter at the door My young lord called over some mo broads Yours, truly had to go see You know me fresh I be my fly got em open, XYZ you see love caught my eye A tad bit shy approached her like, "hi" She said, "yeah you are that aint a lie Lemme get like you and I'll be iight." I said, "Cool." We stepped in the vivid living room we gettin' livid soon She pulls out molly, coke, and some loud fumes I'm like, "F*k you not about to be around soon." {Chorus} Good evening to sympathy Is it worth the cost to mourn? In a world of commonality, what can you be running from? she said, "These times got me stuck so tonight I'm giving up this life suck." My blood rushed 4th and goal just my luck now im stuck trying to save this chick from suicide huh this is not what I want to do tonight she said, "Only you know how far I'm about to go," go, bro by this time yo we mad high mad dry eyes and she ain't never wanna cry no more just OD and die and me I rather blow OZs to the sky since the sky grey and fly away she only told me about her day hey {Chorus}

"Diamond Shine (Who The F*ck)" (A. Smith, Nenjah Nycist) {Chorus} This a documentary fuck a movie Ruben rudely rollin rubies out front of the studio the c-heads be lookin ghouly a few be sellin loosies you don't hear me tho missin they front two teeth next door they sellin' fake Coogi and Gucci we yellin out the window to sloppy bourgeois hoes sellin coochie and this the shit I see as I jot it on my loose leaf nothin 2D im too deep wit these groupies misunderstood since a few feet tall looking for laughter nowadays we mention free someone name is after Turn that cell into a dorm room Get home soon Free my nenjah Piff they know what's up They know its us {Chorus}

"Get Up & Try It!" (Nenjah Nycist, M. Costello) What up! Its NYC yo the fan favorite, I don't pick up hoes that's landscaping is it God or the game? I need a conversation with Pastor Mason I ain't splitting shit with them I want my laceration now thats my own cut I could really give a fuck about some online hating niggaz facing shit blind like online dating I be online skating, yeah I grind they in line means more wives taking borderline Jamaican as many blunts as I'm facing bringing home the bacon I'm so amazing when going ham nah wait man thats non-cypher talk flow colder than where some fucking lifers walk where pork and teachers be using all types of chalk I think too hard fellow you spitting all types of soft marshmellow I'm sick with no type of cough I lyrikill 'em dead leave no type of corpse shit ya'll say is dumb like a virgin paying child support yeah yeah yeah so microphone check one two see what I need for ya'll to do is {Chorus} Welcome to avoidance play it backwards to hear the crew run. You're disillusioned, plagued by bitterness; Is it worth your time? And what about your future, if you lead will others follow? what Does our freedom ride on, and what cost are we divided? Yes I'm the best Nyc on all pussy there's a price so to put my log in no computer websites I quit jogging run the track run it back like the running back Chris Johnson so get ya facts right since 7 I been splurging you heard him? step to me and get ate, two point conversion lookand i ain't as dumb as you look I walk with intellectuals and run with the crooks fuck a mattress I stash my money in a book for dumb niggaz coming at me sideways like a rook trying to cook me please be my guest I'm the one they hate on like Raekwon I can chef ya shit won't get played like VHS unless you my dude I ain't really impressed I'm only impressed by a fat ass in some sweats we kind of like the tribe my niggaz on quest road to success, rich men pave it industry is Goliath and guess who playing David {Chorus} Welcome to avoidance play it backwards to hear the crew run. You're disillusioned, plagued by bitterness; Is it worth your time? And what about your future, if you lead will others follow? what Does our freedom ride on, and what cost are we divided? {Bridge} The only thing you got to do, is get off your ass and move! (Try it!)

"Just To Get By" (Nenjah Nycist, A. Smith, M. Costello) Young thinking im grown Where i lay the snapback be my home fuck it im in my zone Let me light the spliff and write some shit maybe about loyalty and righteousness But the likeliness of that is unknown 'cause I be on the roam a saint sinnin' tryna find my own that motherfucking kid wit the hoody on his dome wrecking for respect i aint gotta do the shit alone Rising Sun, Rising Sun {Chorus} You get up with some searing interest Not trying to "beat the man" You need one night, brown liquor You're the champion of the guttural But what do you do when your days are numbered, just lost looks in a crowded bar? You need fist fights and fast women, handing meaning to suffering.