VERSE 1 Verse 2 Now I don’t see how I could possibly Put all this philosophy into a track, but here goes You think you as fly as Peter Pan man, I have all my fan’s in the stands screaming RUFIO My bar was set so low it could make a roach trip Now I’m fly enough that NASA has-ta ask me for tips Like a waitress if I’m trying to skip out and dip like chips That I stack til I get a grip Or grip on a nine to five And I don’t mind ballpark swine and Ramen to survive As long as Im rhyming I’ll strive Pursuing this music, cause everything I do seems new And your use to- ‘em regurgitating rhymes so many times That verses got little bits of bacon While I’m shaking the foundations ancient generations Set in place since the days of crazy legs breaking in his prime. I’m handling rappers like a lifestyles factory Used to be Screech now I’m feeling like Zachary Banks like Carlton and Ashley’s Nah, actually I’m jazzy banging Hillary or shaggy shagging Daphne I’m the underdog that finally gets the girl Cory from boy meets world, or Doug doing Patti I’m nasty, 5 percenters call me blasphemy Cause more catastrophe than a natural disaster scene Hurricane Nyle, touch down and spit Rounds of nouns that are coming out of my mouth Cause my voice is a barrel to deliver these lyrics to your liver My tongues a trigger and my mind is the magazine. (click) Try to time me down, I play strings like Jimmy Act up like Demi with an Emmy When the remmy in me, Blast like a semi You can’t pass me by like Pharcyde I stay on point like Hawkeye So call me Nyle, the angrypacker Who switched to spoken word cause he hated whack rappers Then went backward cuse he met mad actors Now I’m less Common Sense and more Ol’ Dirty Bastard VERSE 2 When I battle ya’ll scedaddle, when I’m spitting what I’ve written Getting beat by a black man worst than Hillary Clinton And the bar that I’m lifting got stars on if sitting Which means yall chart positions are about to starts shifting Bass pumping like a piston from Funknasty’s kick and Mitch’s Gibson blends it with my lyrics tear it up like Popeye’s chicken Cuz when I’m in it, then I’m fitting to be fixed in the infinite Congressional hustle got me passing bills like the senate Trying to make enough hits to win the pennant Get high like my quills filled with crushed pills when I spit it My flows so energetic that they call it ca listhenics But don’t sweat it, If I’m sweet, the crowd is diabetic Getting lifted like an addict in an attic with Blue Magic Get down like a manic on zanex reading bout Annie’s Annex Till I’m back at causing static like Crispus Attucs, Black acrobatik make the track to gymnastics Like tik and tac, I be en know to make a crick in backs Black Sheep of black sheep of rap I could do this or that So go ahead and box me I warn you I am rocky When it comes to rocking mics You must be nice Tighter than a vice to stop me How many emcees do you know that can really rock a show? And make it sound as live as a show in the studio? Claiming that it’s a freestyle when you know it isn’t Even Nasir Jones can see it was written Arisen from a place where they hustle them street goods And roll with a mac like fleetwood. Bushwhick’s where I stay, BK all day Till I die, I be reppin that 2-1-5 And that’s just the beginning I got a whole bag Philly emcee with a Brooklyn swag

Verse 1 They say the best days in my life are now behind me I could be spending my remaining time wisely By sitting back and rewinding But its hard to sit and reminisce when all you can really think of is beginning Now not the beginning when I was a freshman inching to fit in with all the beautiful women and girls who were so flirty when bedtime at 3:30 was early and its cool to go commando for a month cuz all your draws are dirty As much as I hate to admit, these four years have shaped me Financially they raped me, but spiritually it gave me All the time I need to face down my demons replace the voices in my head with the sounds of crowds screaming and althoug I'm leaving, there's no looking back Just another day headed on my right path I refuse to choose that I've just pasted my prime and maybe what I believe's naiive, but thats all in your mind. And through it all, I've got the drive to be a star It looks so close but its yet so far And it looks so hard, but I've got one year left Before reality comes crashing onto my front steps Verse 2 I could get on A Trak like Kid Cudi and Sister kick it with Janelle Monae or be J*Daveys mister or maybe drop Factz like Mickey til I'm Blu from spitting tour from the East coast to Pacific Division I love Mark Ronson and my jam is version But see Wale still working and become uncertain No frontin cuz I was bumpin that mixtape about nothing But its been 100 miles and that brothas still runnin and I'm wonderin for what type of deal should I be huntin cuz I could keep it real and never sign to a deal and never spread my name and never get played or sign to a major and get played like Joe Budden Should I drop an album? Should I be independent? Should I be Charles Hamiltion and make a million. For now I'm indie, cuz any where else I'll prolly get shelved Hip hop's a boys club where your name is your wealth and I'm John Doe so there's nothing else But to hit the road and go for self But can you start paying dues at 22? I ain't trying to still be on the grind when I'm 52? Married with kids grade school Where all the brats ask "What does your daddy do?" And you're on thin ice when your fans can't decide if I changed my sound or had a midlife crisis -------Prechorus So at what point does an emcee retire and realize his time has already expired? I don't know, but I got one year left before reality come crashing onto my front steps VERSE And though it feels like its be forever Forever feels like the blink of an eye and I got mines open wide Trying to soak up every last moment and memoriy that this place can provide But I'm complacent cuz I got a high that feels like I'm pacing the sky as I patiently spy Every last thing I'll never be able to take for granted again, I can see that this is the end. So thank God for granting me this moment of Clarity (for ya'll to feel my truth) From that Frosh beginning to that Capstone ending (for ya'll to buy my tunes) listen close, hear what its about It's something undpredictable but in the end its right So hard to say goodbye to yesterday, so say goodbye To the dining hall, hello to being hungry Goodbye to the bursar and borrowing some money Hello to Sallie Mae, nope. Nothing bout that is funny So the task at hand and the graduation plan Is first to graduate and then take on the man With a little cash in hand and a lil lady that can stand my artist life stye, which can be wild The truth is the way I'm living right now makes me smile I finding it hard to be worried in fact I feel I'm in a hurry Because these dreams are all I got and I'm the only one that can deter me and through it all the drive to be a star It feels so close, but its yet so far It looks so hard, but I've got one year left Before reality comes crashing onto my front steps.

VERSE 1 This, question of fate has a white face, A red stripe on the right side and 25 lines It stares back at me asking "You ready to quit?" "Get a real job and do something legit?" ....Sadly, the answer is no. I love to be this poet and this feeling is dope But as long as I got these words in my throat I will never question my soul But in a year from now will I still be able to make it? Wishing I had dropped out like Kanye's spaceship? When I think of music and the reason why I make it I try to remember fun and that while I'm playing its like CHORUS-8 bars Its like sitting back and chill with the fam, on a Sunday afternoon Food is cooking and the game is on as yall all crowd into the room. Its like, sitting back and chill with the fam on a Sunday afternoon The sun is seting and the moon's telling you that Monday's will be here soon VERSE 2 For the first time in my life I feel like The doors are broken open, now I'm hoping That the words about to be spoken half enough flow in em to keep me coasting coast to coast cuz I'm told thats the token networking from Oakland to Hoboken On the stage I'm never choking, man in fact it gets me open Leaving stages broken, and microphones smokin The equivalent to an ounce and a half, so just puff puff pass sit back and get the toting Who am I? I'm a nobody But prolly the hottest nobody you never heard of Getting lost up in this heard of emcees that would murder and given track, given that I don't have no cosign I'm spending every last dime on this stack of rhymes Feeling backwards at times, I'm nitpickin every word verb and line When the rapper of the year don't make sense half the time Man I got half a mind to put this napsack on my back and keep walking all across the country from evergreens to palm trees But this dreams the only thing holding me back from telling my mom's PEACE Almost got a degree, I'm spending it on beats for a field where success means you barely eat But every time I get a nine to five I'm reminded why I struggle and strive to keep it all alive. I take nothing granted my feet are planted Imma push off and won't stop til I've landed When this crazy world makes me feel I can't stand it Imma sit back and start laughing and just imagine Chorus

CHORUS All the men you loved Just casted you aside Cheated on you bad Or punched you in the eye Now you, broke up with your man And he made you cry Don’t go back to him (naw naw naw) Just Fuck a Nice Guy You want a smooth Emotional type A down to earth poet at an acoustic open mic But once you let him stroke it He’ll be gone before you know it Don’t let them pull emo wool over eyes Just Fuck a nice Guy Verse 1 Throughout school we were cool Friends! The best! (BFF) “Like Brother and Sister” But I wanted incest. Feeling like and insect every time that you wept. About/ your ex/ who slept/ and left And guess/ who’s next? My shoulder! That you cry upon Tears staining my tee talking bout men and how they wrong In fact, I think I rather /Hold your hair back while you puke Then listen to another tired excuse I thought he was different, I thought that he cared I thought I was Julia Roberts and he was Richard Gere I thought I was Ginger Rogers and he was Fred Astaire Nope! ……………………That nigga was Bojangles. This seems to be over your head like both ankles You gonna pay the price until you realize That these guys ain’t really nice They all just dogs in a sheep’s disguise But you’re the one pullin wool over ya eyes. Chorus 2 You want-ed someone with class who was refined Workin for the man Pushin 9 to 5 Thinkk he’s clocks overtime But he’s knockin that behind, working your best friend Come fuck a nice guy Verse 2 (They say) There’s no such thing as nice guys…(nice guys) But we exist, like a dark skinned dude with light eyes… I feel like Puff and Mase askin why “do good girls like bad guys” Knowing the whole time they be telling mad lies See, I never-ever-EVER heard a conversation my life Like “Oooh I wanna do him!” “He’s so mutha-fuckin nice!” But being nice ain’t the only thing we nice at. Why you think they say nice guys finish last_____ Don’t you know we’ll keep you satisfied And we ain’t gonna cheat, who else we gonna get? With STD’s you never gotta be uncertain Cause you can’t get STD’s from a virgin But sadly some girls just like to be abused Like some Asian girls just date white dudes. Y’confused, you need a man with no game at all But ya been watching too much Love and Basketball CHORUS Going to the club A prince charming y’hope to find But girl you need some love____ So just step out of line You say you want a thug To keep you satisfied But don't go back to them no no Just Fuck a Nice Guy

Verse 1 This is where I go to school Kind of crazy ain't it? The first time I saw this studio I almost fainted I could contemplate, how I had barely made it From my Late Registration now I'm facing Graduation and I ain't stression this recession, if it leads to a depression it won't be in my mind. I'll be fine as long as I'm surviving off of beats and rhyming I don't mind surviving off of eating Ramen. Cause where I'm standing, right now is the best time to be grinding. Cause ain't nobody signing, so ain't nobody shining No more dreams of going diamond and spitting that fly talk Dudes acting like they street when they barely sidewalk. My best friend said that music comes from someone in transition so I'm shifting from pessimism to something uplifting. So if you love something that is art of rhyme, with the skill Then you will recognize when you see this's really real See my peoples always mention that the industry is missing Something, hunting someone coming with a mission. Not to mention an inch of skill, if that's how you feel My name is Nyle that's how you let the beat build. Chorus Verse 2 Let the beat build from the cornerstone Or call me stud when I'm of the dome. Get screwed like a wall when I nail these poems Your on top but you never flow (mess up) On top like a steeple Take it back like the repo, he know I fly like an ego from here to heathrow ain't no equal when it comes to my ego I want a piece of the pie, but there's a whole line ahead of me. Artists so hungry, pride's eaten their integrity and their ambitions twisted up in their creative vision so though I crave ya'll to listen, I ain't starved for attention Ain't no honorable mentions, making winning look easy With these locks I'm looking like the light skin weezy Muthaf**** I'm ill, call me unagi Wild out like Amy Winehouse and Paparatzi and blow. Like Cocaine. No! Blow like Propane Once ya'll know my name I'm a blow the whole game. Wait, hold up. I roll with dames that put hair on your chest like bodywash rogaine. And I don't need no sample Here's a girl with a banjo, From the first bar you could see that I'm a star I make ya'll wish hard like return of Jafar and make ya'll all see what if feel like to be in awe. Aww!!! Chorus