Shine {Nenjah Nycist} But oh me, oh me, oh my my my The powers that be hate that we won’t die But baby we don’t die we multiply I got three good eyes can’t tell me no good lies They tell me, stay in my lane on this rap highway But a lane is for lames man I rather fly away With my bitch on the beach on the coast of Bombay So I’m dropping this new shit ‘cause I ain’t here to stay I’m the BeBe’s Kids of this here music game My thoughts not the same, different grain different picture I’m ‘bout to get the fame bigger and if you hear that real shit Then you know RSG is to blame (Hook) But oh me, oh me, oh my my my The powers that be hate that we won’t die But baby we don’t die we multiply I got three good eyes can’t tell me no good lies They tell me {Rik O Neal) I'm not crazy yeah you seeing what I'm seeing right highly educated looking at me like I'm Kryptonite cause they get weak when I speak I feel like dr. King no wool over these eyes Sharingan is mean. We multiplying over lets shadow clone the team and take this unibeam Its from the chest i bet you fall asleep. I write it down pick it up go read a book nigga cant find the answers tell me really did you look. Well did you? (Hook) But oh me, oh me, oh my my my The powers that be hate that we won’t die But baby we don’t die we multiply I got three good eyes can’t tell me no good lies They tell me (Mike Costello) x2 Yeah to the sweet ones Who’ve been with us since the get Not the beat ones And the true huns shakin’ till the beat comes It’s the fast guns livin’, not the weak ones (Hook) But oh me, oh me, oh my my my The powers that be hate that we won’t die But baby we don’t die we multiply I got three good eyes can’t tell me no good lies They tell me

RIOT {Nenjah Nycist} Headed to the top where the best clash Dead ass you whack motherfuckers get mad Catch feelings I ain’t ever pass Break your neck to the beat, whiplash Nyc shitting on these tracks steadfast Like the nigga be drinking Xlax Hennessey forgotten memories couple Gs of the loudpack In the stash, riding ‘round with no gas In the far left lane living fast That quiet cash You put this kid on the beat and it’ll be The last supper ‘cause you know the God is gonna feast And it’s my house now so motherfuck your lease And you should sho’ nuff bow down and kiss the Chuckers I’m doing my thing getting bread now where’s the smuckers Tell me why you jelly but what the fuck could you tell me dupe? Ya life a movie, I ain’t trying to see it, Belly 2 Multi-dimensional, kind of like a Rubix Cube Been nice since Master P was yelling, “Hootie-Hoo!” So move from me is what you oughta do Save your energy like audits do ‘Cause lyrically I will slaughter you (Hook) I think we gon’ RIOT Fuck being quiet Said I think we gon’ RIOT I think we gon’ RIOT Fuck ‘em if they quiet {Nenjah Nycist} I’m somewhere spitting bars at a SI dive On a bar that’s the SI high Richmond Hood is where I get SI fly on a SI ride Looking for racists who leave comments on SI Live I hope you ready to SI die On which ever SI side you come from the Gang I brung them Black, Whites, Latinos yell SI ride See they scared of the God ‘cause the pigment multiplies Who got a receipt for that New World Order? It’s like either we slaughter or we gon’ get slaughtered Martyr for Marijuana clouds emit from my jaw Go to war with the law ‘cause I’m always fighting for more yeah! (Hook) I think we gon’ RIOT Fuck being quiet Said I think we gon’ RIOT I think we gon’ RIOT Fuck ‘em if they quiet

Phazers Dreads and a fade blaze up Grab the blazer goggles on Nothing phase us Just smoke and phasers Play many chords but only do shit major Workin but when I'm laid up Ya bae neighbors hate us Thank us for all the rappers that went and gave up they butt Some try to be down but gotta drown to stay up Like Prince told the revolution Shoot the j bruh Message to the hater I can save ya yeah let me help ya Take that gun off the shelf bruh And put it to ya head now and let it go, Elsa Heart frozen need a good hit I got the dosage Like Bubbles glasses I’m focused You rhyme hoe shit You got as many bars as a dirty nigga’z soap dish I'm the Nycist, no shit Drop like crow shit On a yacht call me big willy ocean, what’s all that commotion? It’s the Gang (Hook) x3 All I see and all I hear (just smoke and phasers) Hold up Since everyone sleeping I’m creepin the come u They weeping I run up you done up, you try to get one up by cheating But I cannot lose these lames ain’t paying they dues Fuck all of ya rules 12 inches yeah bitches I rule The sickest I do what I choose Watch me do what I do Making a move whip is on cruise Ya style is so sloppy you russian like rocky my flow is so smooth Cheddar and broccoli Something like soup blow me I'm hot On my job early they never could dock me Stop it you ain’t doing it properly coming in for checks I should be in hockey Sippin on sake Probably the best ain’t being cocky Shocking Public Enemy I’m hank shocklee Gotta be obvi You wanna be gotti fuck gotti He hated my party Arm me with a lama like the dalai (Hook) All I see and all I hear (just smoke and phasers)

Harmonix/Langston Hughes {Nenjah} I’m in a winner’s hub and it’s a dub For all you cockroaches shit I’m finna bug They hate me with a sinner’s love I know, I know they hate me with a sinner’s love But you should bet your sorry ass if you know what’s it’s worth The flow is nasty I got the juice like afterbirth Like I’m a day laborer when it came to work In the streets with the beats, running reds in this hearse had to dead this here verse first Cause, because my hunger’s getting worse uh We in the spot, alert We in the spot, alert (sound the siren) We in the spot, alert We in the spot, alert (sound the siren) We in the spot, alert Party in the Aspens women with thick asses Beating down walls like Yardie’s in the bashment Thumbing money like a six-axis controller Just a soldier trying to cash in More zeroes on my plastic from a passion You can’t imagine never laxin’ ‘Cause they always taxing Got to get man I got to get it And every running sixty seconds my final minute, finished (Hook) x2 Yeah I play it cool and I dig all jive Yeah I’m Langston Hughes on this fucking mic Love my bass low and my weed light Looking from Staten to Brooklyn nigga we getting high, you know Talking numbers on a cordless Yo fuck being cautious, we got that raw shit Yours stepped on like dog shit Only way they’ll catch me is the motherfucking Forbes list It’s the All Stars you ain’t even in me orbit We Sun bound Freestyling isn’t rapping from your phone clown You don’t have bars, and we know now Shit I still get service underground Beware, if we stop being humble and docile, Hughes (Hook) See I play it cool and I dig all jive Yeah I’m Langston Hughes on this fucking mic Love my bass low and my weed light Looking from Staten to Brooklyn nigga we getting high (Rik) Don't fit in your box nah i tore it apart,a particle accelerator just hit me flashing down ya Boulevard come and get me like oh lord . yeah, see i got a lot on my mind, and i said it a couple of times it's all in my rhymes so you know that's it's real no fabrication of lines no not over here Yea You hear how they cheer,we coming this year Rising sun i see stars way up here Blk Kdz Man i walk with no fear and why should i fear what i'm saying is true. you hatin on me can't walk in my shoes i don't give a fuck about you I Do what i do when i do what i do It's like i done been here before a slight deja vu and We all take a sip......like here's looking at you Cuz you finna lose see i'm Langston Hughes and i play it cool but You don't even know (no) You don't even know (no) You don't even know

(Nenjah Nycist) I got the drive I don't need a license My determination is enticing as I'm writing Heard you on the beat short and sweet that shit was frightening That's why you don't no get beats like a white kid I'm the offspring of ignorance and being righteous Jesus Christ goodness gracious Remember the name is Nenjah Nycist I grind hard to live longer after I'm lifeless I go fishing I don't buy fish A lot of pressure a little flame Make my gems diamonds timeless the life that I'm in is far from modern like Rocko mango shrimp tacos 3 different types of Henny, man I got those On the road to success I'm climbing out the pothole Nenjah Beat that ass up in slippers Treat you like my children Nenjah in the building With a mask on my mouth like a Chinese civilian Know I'm illin' And it's showtime minus the train acrobatics See a ratchets purse grab it All for the cabbage Living savage to be above average Couldn't bring flowers to my dude passing Poor bastard he was Catholic Dragged in a life he couldnt fathom I'm over here still saggin backwards If I'm talking marriage It's 'cause I'm engaged to these raps I ooze talent Like hand me downs I'll let them all have it Noah yo the ferry is my ark The pigs wear white in the dark burn the cross, yo they lost Get ya GPS I'm trying to be more I give a fuck about a CVS Burn it down All this evil music, need to talk to Lyor Cohen now You niggaz know my style (Nenjah Nycist and Mike Costello) Times a-changing nothing the same man Times a-changing to put it in layman's (Rik O' Neal) You know you can't escape the truth We want progress well then we got to teach the youth You seem heartless the way you just so quick to shoot But regardless I tell you what we finna do, we finna Shake up the world you see (Shake up the world) Yeah shake up the world you see You can't escape the truth You want progress my mirror says it starts with you Here's what we do (NenJah Nycist) Herding the sheep Work when I sleep Control the fleet This is deeper than beats Herding the sheep Work when you sleep Control the fleet This is deeper than me this is deeper than beats (Rik O' Neal x2) I got fire in my eyes fire in my ride Lighting up the night like I'm a firefly (NenJah Nycist) Herding the sheep Work when I sleep Control the fleet This is deeper than beats Herding the sheep Work when you sleep Control the fleet This is deeper than me this is deeper than beats This is deeper than me yeah credits

A Lot On My Mind I got a lot on my mind, i got a lot on my mind yeah, memories running rampant, gotta press rewind, I got a lot on my mind, i got a lot on mind yeah, having visions of the future, everything blurry but you girl {Rik O Neal} Been writing a lot of love songs lately, a lot of i don't wanna date songs lately, way i'm feeling probably think im going crazy, can't catch my balance man this water so wavy, rock this boat won't stop it, aaliyah baby girl what's poppin, reminiscing i was rolling down collins, video shot by thomas, i'm just tryna hold shit down, feeling in my zone on clouds, rugrats all grown up now, time flew by looking back like wow, shit changed when dill came, that's how i felt when bills came, i really had to kick push lupe, and yea i skate. (Hook) I got a lot on my mind, i got a lot on my mind yeah, memories running rampant, gotta press rewind, I got a lot on my mind, i got a lot on mind yeah, having visions of the future, everything blurry but you girl I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot on my mind yeah Trying to be a better man, better yet a better king with a better plan I got a lot on my mind, i got a lot on my mind yeah So I’m smoking, choking, mixing Henny with the Ocean Spray them all no joking hope they ain’t singing Ringing bells, clinging cells cops want to see me jailed See me fail, only nigga with a Frigidaire in Hell, hell Got to write my flow in Brahl, I’m Mac’in when you had a Dell I’m blacking on you ‘cause you frail wallet full of kale, I’m the shit like a ship All about my wins (winds) and a sale (sail) You can hate I don’t skate but the grind’s real, real, real, so real yeah Strong black king, record clean But a bunch of dead whites up in my jeans Always in the paper but you fuckers can’t read A couple local haters trying to shine off me Tell the NYP the last letter mine now if they want it back they got to hold my D Own shit we can all be free Ask what I own then I’ma say me Look, I don’t sell coke, nope I just sell hope Run the risk of being jailed for the freedoms I spoke of Wake up and cake up make sure that you woke up Lace up the hate up is real from these jokers yeah (Hook) I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot on my mind yeah I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot on my mind yeah I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot on my mind yeah I got a lot on my mind, I got a lot on my mind yeah (Bridge) Yeah we move in the dark and they’ll never know it’s us We ain’t never getting caught gave a fuck from the start We came for your heart yeah we came for your heart Nenjah stars rip it apart, part

Just don't front like shit is dandy Channeling the spirit of families lost in Sandy So hand me the Brandy The inner workings of a band be Too much for any judge to understand See why battle any band when they Bambi We don't do that That shit weak, ya band sweet You won’t need Dre to catch beats This for the matte Jeeps Spiling hashish in the back seat, more fire Smoke the ashes of your ghostwriter More liver, ride out like ghost rider Shake the world until it’s nauseous cautious, mobbing out minus pitchforks and torches On us we not the same son fuck the fame son shots of Jameson made my brain numb They throw away loaves While we made crumbs We deep but stay one I’m on my 8th one (Hook) Everybody like, “Oh it’s them again!” (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME) Everywhere we go we get it in (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME) Party get extinguished get it lit again (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME) I said the party get extinguished get it lit again (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME) Everybody like, “Oh it’s them again!” (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME) Yeah it’s them again {Rik O Neal} I'm Really starting to see shit for what it is good thing my balance on point i'm walking on the edge can't catch me jack nah i'm too quick I'll walk over your candle stix and leave a flame trail from my feet bitch rsg that's nothing but heat bitch now watch my seat switch from your class to first class customs now my passport got more stamps You didn't really want this in the first made me draw my sword and now you begging me for mercy have a seat sip some tea you look thirsty mind yo biz or pay attention to this word play it seem like you got a lot to say boy the S is for savage we don't play boi these cujos they never give kudos RSG on you hoes (Hook) Everybody like, “Oh it’s them again!” (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME) Everywhere we go we get it in (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME) Party get extinguished get it lit again (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME) I said the party get extinguished get it lit again (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME) Everybody like, “Oh it’s them again!” (RSG TIL THEY BURY ME) Yeah it’s them again {Mike Costello} I’m like back to the drawing board, square one / bar some Raised like cattle grazed on poison grass lawns I’m sorry to distribute my sound as bad news but Half these bands are scared for good reason Up from the centerfold arise illicit dreams Hit ‘Guide’, channel foreshadow/ battle with no sleep Watched T.V. with P.J., Inflict my beliefs Then I stop and I think of what I lost and can’t keep Phase into dream sequence/ haze and red eyes Memory use as Visine and there’s life Clear as crack rock’s clockwork insert nervous jerk here I’ve been one for three decades and that’s clear Life’s just poetry, ease up the set flow, relax and let go You just might find your name on a Red List For best living with a short term lifeline And that’s clear, kid. {Nenjah Nycist} You can’t fire with fire but you can go to hell Like the water with the pail, yo I wish you well Wack shit I don’t permit, so come and get your L’s Never gave a fuck about a cop since Sean Bell Got bad eyes but ATM buttons is still Brahl You got a lot of bars? Shit, we got a lot of bail What’s a pimp cup? I can leave you with a Holy Grail Only two details to life, succeed or fail So ya’ll can try to save them hoes treat ‘em like the whales We gon’ stay Hip-Hop to the real shit prevail Drink ale and raise hell see Show you why the best is the worst in me Paying off loans to Hard Knock University Urgency, as a matter of fact These the condom with the holes, the deadly raps So strap up, or catch crabs like Deadliest Catch Motherfucker it’s a wrap uh RSG til they bury me x5 Yes, we do it so cleverly Yes, it’s RSG til they bury me {Rik O Neal} they say moneys the root of all evil cause when I got no money when I feel the most evil if I took a from you I want it man I need it I don't feed myself tell me how the hell I'm eating huh Ok yea you getting the picture. Accepting defeat no im am not with ya. No assist no statefarm for you to witness building this shit with no hands i am relentless RSG til they bury me x7 RSG Til they mother fucking bury me yea