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FROSH!

by Nyle

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bYE pHILLY 04:36
REFRAIN It’s the P, the H, the I the L-A/ delphia is the place where I stay The P-H the I the L the L Y / North, South, G-Town, and Westside It’s the P, to the H, the I the L-A/ delphia is the place where I lay The P-H the I the L the L Y / all day representing 2-1-5 VERSE 1 Now, I don’t know what you heard about the place except the usual the Liberty Bell, and cheesesteaks Ben Frank, T.O. , A.I. people know a few famous facts about the place I call home. But when it comes to the actual feel and flow Philly’s foreign as Rome to someone who’s never flown. From bike bound b-boys to really rich Republicans that Green like Rock School kids or Rastafarians. From fake thugs to gangsta’s from Boyz II to Men to Musiq’s Neo Soulchild. This’s where the story begins. It starts in a hood not unlike yours, in a time where streetlights told the time, and sneakers hung from phone lines. And man, in the Summer Summer Summertime block parties weren’t hard to find ‘Cause I’m “West Philadelphia Born and raised.” Well actually, I’s born in North, and moved when I was eight. Never stayed permanently in one house, or block neighborhood, or sect, my mom and pops moved a lot. Roxborough, Fairmount, both West and North Philly. Switched ups schools and learned real diversity spinning all around this town, standing on unsolid ground. I made my way to the center, and my home became the city. (Train sound Effects) Mom’s made sure my education was tight while dad did his best to expose me to real life. From corner store gun fights, to big city lights, got my first transpass and became a child of the night. From eight grade house parties, from clubs with hot shorties getting thrown out the Abington Y like “Awww Lawdy! Boy, now why you put that girl in the air? Ahh-Uhh, you dancing to freaky, you need to get out of here! That scene got old, and I soon got bored, so I went some where I never went before, called The Gathering, supposed to be Hip-hop Raw I opened up the door and there guess who I saw Bert the beatbox boomin, while brothas bustin battles with more beef than a cheesesteak B-boys boppin on the beatbreak Linoleum surrounded by bohemians watchin rappers spittin onstage with a dj. Blacks, whites, asains, latinos alike united that night. Feeling high as a kite, as if I just might/ take flight to new heights if I grabbed that mic, and if I gave into fright, I’d never known what it felt like. So stepped into the spotlight, and let it Baptize me and spit…something whack. “Eh, it was aight ‘b’” And so I fell in love with the same chick Common Used to She even introduced me toa few crews, like Amani’s class where I learned to breakdance or back at Temple with O’ we’d freestyle rap. Got that gift of gab, and formed my own band, six piece jazz geeks dubbed Second Hand Sound-ed aight on Cd, performances hit or miss. ‘Cause my school’s acoustics Made me sound like this And though we ain’t become rockstars like we thought we should We had a lot of fun, and we got real good, Which was important, ‘cause school was boring I was either talking butt off or snoring. And when that bell rang I couldn’t wait, ‘cause spending time with was my way to escape. ‘Cause man I love Sitting at Rittenhouse with bands that jam. ‘And man I love All the festivals at Penns Landing ‘And man I love my Wawa, and I love Rita’s ‘And man I love chillin at South Street eating Lorenzo’s eating pizza ‘And man I love that I’ve never seen the Liberty Bell ‘And man I love spitting on stage with Patti LaBelle ‘And man I love Odunde and the B-boy BBQ ‘And I love it all Philly…I love you The city of brotherly love, the one that loves you back that boo’s Destiny’s Child and has Santa Claus attacked The only one I’ve known and grown to call home. So now it’s time for I to say goodbye and be on my own. Time to push the pedal to the metal and hit road, can’t rest till I’ve spread my wings and flown. And although, there’s so/ much I want to explore with you It’s time for me to move onto bigger apples to chew. But Philly, it’s not you it’s me, can’t you see, I’ll come back to you eventually if its truly meant to be. So its not truly forever, forever-ever, forever, forever-ever? forever-ever? Never! We’ll weather the weather like Shakira whenever or wherever through whatever whenever we’re together so never! Ever say never! Cause’ no matter where I touch down, this is always gonna be my, my hometown! The P-to the H-the I- the L-A, best in world, in all USA. The P-H, the I the L, the L, Y, represent my birthplace til I die The P-to the H-the I- the L-A, to the rest of the world, there’s only one thing to say. [Sample:] People Get Ready
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NYU 04:12
NYU VERSE 1 New York University, knowing you never heard of me, I gotta give it to you personally/ in this right her(e) CD My name’s NyleE for the future there’s no uncertainty I’m certain to be an entity/ in this musical industry. Now don’t turn inadvertently, or give me a third degree I’m not another one of those brothers chasing fantasy emphatically, actually I want my satisfaction naturally. Making a lasting impact in the acts in music so tactfully. Like Acrobatik we need balance, not just conscious, it’s a challenge, to be creative, but also callous, to have a conscience, you need talent. I got it! I’m the distentary visionary, forseeing the b.s. that goes on the scenes, its scary. Those on top becoming obsessed with the excess, stressing over the lexus Using music as a product instead of a nexus. So who would reject this necklace, and black hummer that stretches, dumbing down your rhymes giving people the expected. But non-expressive lines kept unreal don’t get you respected it only gives the kids that’s listening the same perspective. We take it from the barrio to radio and in the middle is the label and the studio We’re trying to change the middle, so your taste won’t be cripple But we’re trying to do it with you, so here we go… VERSE 2 New York! New York! Home of the slick talk that walk walks in big parks where hip-hop got sparked, and I’m from Philly so I’s born and raised in the city. Walked the streets tax made pretty to the one crack made gritty, In fact I feel the rhythm of the city wherever I go. But I’m trying to live up to my name and maintain the longest flow. and its already fluid, ‘cause I’m spittin and I love my music, so if I wanna excel, New York City’s the place to do it. So get ready, ‘cause here I come___. I’m bringing the flavor to scramble the buds on your tongue. Through the buds in your ear, so let me make myself clear Hotness! (is) what you’ll be hearing for the next for years. (Aww Yeah!) don’t fear, the fire that I’m spittin my writtens getting ya higher like a note from Mariah, and I ain’t trying to be New York’s sire or rap’s Messiah ‘cause I’m with the real JeHova, and he’ll never retire VERSE 3 You pronounce my name NyelLee, any questions? Let’s hold Q & A for Sin-Sin’s best freshman. Hello, my name’s Nyle (Hello) how ya doin? that’s right, I’m class of ’09. And I live in Rubin My major’s Recorded Music, that’s the one in Tisch (Uhhh) No I’m not gay. (Oh) And I don’t know the Olsen Twins. (Aww) they say I go to NYU so I must be rich… or smart. Enough to get a lot of scholarships dig myself out of a ditch, with a toothpick, and I made it! Enrolled in a program affiliated with Clive Davis, Amazing! I’m looking out on the New York City skyline and in my mind, like Scarface The World is Mine! So Yes! it’s my time. Yes! I’m gonna rip it Yes Imma be the best to ever spit this lingo But to answer the most important question on your mind the answer’s Yes! Ladies, I’m single
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VERSE 1 I knew this girl named Alana with mad persona She dealt with reality; she never fed into the drama Met her a year before college at a banquet for scholars Where we finally exchanged our knowledge for top dollars. I saw her on my way to the parlor and had to holla. Chit-chatty questions and the conversation that followed Showed me she had something inside Besides those thick thighs, curly locs of hair, and these moon sized eyes. And in the small start, something had sparked I liked her and told her how I felt before we had to part Which threw her off, played it soft and had to go So if the feelings were returned, I did not know Just let it flow, that’s my motto And soon timed faded away in my minds hollow. Which is why when welcome week when someone yelled Nyle I was surprised to turn around and see a familiar smile. CHORUS That Hypnotic. In the ways that she moves That Hypnotic. Whenever I look into her eyes That Hypnotic. I just don’t know what to do That Hypnotic. This girl’s got me hypnotized___ VERSE 2 Now, I come from a school of a hundred people Who for the most part, knew each other since fifth grade Needless to say, freshman year of college rolled around and I had not got-ten laid Got to school and started chasing around all the pretty tail but by Friday had nothing to show for it, but numbers on my cell. So when I saw this caramel beauty from the past I couldn’t pass Agree that we should chill before we started class And we did, I learned she had a man, but she said ignore it. This ain’t highschool no more, so these feelings we started exploring We turned dark park walks into kisses under the streetlight Stare into her pupils put my arm around her waist as she’s holdin me tight The connections a delight But the next day her kisses were stale, and I didn’t I didn’t understand Till she told me she had never broken it off with her man. VERSE 3 I would begin to dial/her number But knowin its been a while, its hard to link See we tried to make it work as friends, but in the end Our passions arose and we started over again From hands brushin to hand holding From playful hugs to embracing Eyes lockin for a moment Tryin to pull away but can’t until our lips connect. Leaving her feeling guilty. And me wonderin whats next/ when Our spirits are so akimbo So I made easy and stepped back, rather than keep it in limbo let her process the info,while I pursue other interests. Everyday her answer is clearer, cuz she ain’t call me yet I’m not sitting by the phone but in my mind I do long To hear her voice so I can finish this song.
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VERSE 1 Mic-L Dear B, How You doin? How’s life treating you? You know how it is over here, same old people. They ask me how you doing and I said, “Yeah she cool.” I saw your ma the other day at Dèdé’s pre-school. You know ya’ll look alike and it reminded me of the times when we used to chill at the lake ‘til the sunrise. But I know the light from the morning came from your eyes. And wish one of those nights would last a lifetime. I miss the way you used to nibble on my earlobe its kinda hard without you here though so, I’m signing off and I’ll call you tomorrow until we’re reunited and all…. Truly Yours Nyle Dear B, Last night was a surprise for me too Can’t believe that we took it that far But there’s something in your eyes shining bright, that pulls me closer everytime I try/ to keep it inside. You get me wide open and I lose control and I know that you wanna take it slow, but there’s no obstacle that says that we can’t let it flow and follow our feet down this road. I’m also confused about whether to be lovers or friends But all I know is that I wanna go and see you again. Signed Your’s Truly….My Lady P.S. The way you nibble on my earlobe is crazy! CHORUS Nothing left to give you After all we’ve been through You must know now, life sometimes Spin’s you round, but you’ll find a place where you’ll. Fly away. VERSE 2 Nyle Mic-L Hello? Who this? This is Nyle, who this. This is B’s man from home, you put my girl on the phone? Yo, look man, you need to slow your role, she’s not your girl no more man, you need to leave her alone. Ah really? Since when, ‘cause last thing I recall was her telling she loves me around one in the morn’, and that she couldn’t wait ‘til today anticipating my call. Well I been sleeping here all night, and I ain’t heard nothing at all. All she told me was that her last man was insecure that you couldn’t handle it and ya’ll split in the fall- Sure if you say so. If that’s the case though That means she played us both, and my baby and capable of that. (Who’s on the phone) You tell me. Some dude that says ___ and your hooked on “LSD” Loving Some other Dude. Yo, put Brianna on the phone (Hello?) What the hell is going on? VERSE 3 Vanessa Wouldn’t it be simple, were we in too deep Paper doll cutouts the way you still view me. In a flower print paper dress, than a paper white wedding dress. Distance can make the heart grow fonder But distance, can make the heart go wander. The world’s not a paper place, I’m not trying to cut you out.
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VERSE 1 (Malik) Seems like yesterday, my arms was ‘round your waist Baby how was your day? But I’m on a different page. Scratch that another book, about how the world was shook. But it’s a brand new day, time to go out and play___ CHORUS Cause I’m on my own again, It’s all good (x2) Yeah Cause I’m on my own again, and this time around It’s all good (x2) VERSE 2 Seems like yesterday my arms was round your waist And you were on my case, but it was A okay Cuz I knew baby baby you would never stray No matter how hard things got day to day But I saw it fade away, as soon as I hear u say That you no longer thought you could be with me And I said okay/ bout it was mo’ like Oh Lord, Oh No. my baby don’t want me no mo’ I let the tears in my eyes dry before they were cried And try not to deny the pain I felt inside. Without my girl by my side I still had to ride I decide to get fly to right And I feel alright, yes-yes its all good. And we gonna party on like we should Like Usher Imma be alright tonight I just suddenly remembered what freedom feels like. VERSE 3 Now I’m not gonna lie and say I’m over you; I got jealous when I saw you with that older dude. And it’s not because the brother’s like 42 It’s ‘cause he’s richer than mine, yeah I got one too. (WHAT?!?) Just kidding, still like girls yo. You broke my heart, you ain’t put me on the downlow. (At first) I had a blank face like a gringo (and Now) Now I’m celebrating the fact that I’m single (So) So whether white or black you should know the fact that the fun won’t stop like Pringles. And I’m damn sexy if I say so myself We’re gonna party hard like (Boy you need some help!) Going on the offense ‘cause the music is tight ‘cause I’m using common sense to find the light (Get it?) (Basically I’m) finding someone new to help me to make new memories to forget about you.
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VERSE 1 I’m in a crowd of freezing people, huddled on the sidewalk MY toes are cold, so to pass time me and this guy talk. He’s goin to visit friends for the holidays. I’m goin home since the first time I got to New York to conquer the throne and though its only my first semester, I’m not king of the city, so I’m feeling like a jester. Someone gestures across the street and I blitz past her Shoving my way onto the other bus, I have to be faster At last there’s feelings in my extremeties as I rest in my seat At this moment my mama’s prolly (probably) cooking something to eat They’re so proud. And I don’t want to let them down Or let them know sometime the crown is too heavy for me. Will my friends see that I’ve matured or treat me the same. Will they think I’ve gotten better or recognize my games. The bus pulls off and I put these buds in my ear I concentrate on the future ignoring butterflies and fear. VERSE 2 I’m here! A familiar city’s rising over the horizon Driving by verizon’s high rise on I-95 and we exit onto the streets where I grew up. Center city same old Philly, I get my bag out of the bus Dust myself off and fix my hair in the window. Make contact on my cell and let them know that I’m in tow and its cold, So I wait inside for a while. Thinking of all the times I passed my this spot runnin wild And I smile. A “honk” “honk” interrupts my thoughts. Grab all of my stuff and the egg nog I just bought. Open the taxi’s door and throw my stuff in the back. Get in the passenger seat next to the driver of the cab. He looks me up and down, then gives me a pound, locking into a hug, I ask him “Whats up dad?” VERSE 3 “Home” no matter how the outside world changes the love inside will ALWAYS stay the same, its not a place or a space it’s a state. Residence is irrelevant, it takes much more to make a “Home” as we ride I realize how much I miss this I took me coming back just to have homesickeness. Cuz when you spend all your time tryin to be who you wanna be Sometimes you loose sight of who you are. “Home” is who I am, who I’ve been it reminds me. I have enough light to outshine these stars. Cuz no matter where I go, and no matter what I do. I’mma always me my mama’s lil boonkey-boo And Imma always gonna be my dad’s number one lil man And peoples always gonna be my number one fans! Understand that’s why I hesitate to come back Cause I wanna make ‘em proud. And go and show him that I can exceed their expectations, somehow make it big But all I need to do is come back and visit And say I’m home (Ad lib)
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mOULTY 03:14
Produced by Behameen Sampled from “Moulty” by The Babarians (1966) Scratches by Alex Beckman Female Vocals Anjelica Garcia Background Vocals: Ariel Fleurimond
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VERSE 1-Danielle Lately I’ve dreaming ‘bout what my life would be If I packed my bags and locked the doors, and threw away the key and I’d trade my sold for cash and gold, cause as they say The grass is greener on the side, the do it that way. PRE-CHORUS-Nyle As the world turns, people walk by this sidewalk As I walk, sometimes a I catch their side talk. and all the pretentious things the talk about. But realize later they’ll be coming out my mouth. CHORUS-Danielle I wonder round the city where the stars stare at the sky and I step down on the concrete as the smoke chokes my own eyes Tell me that I’m lucky with my Life of Liberty. ‘Cause I never thought that freedom, would be the death of me. VERSE 2-Danielle Torn hearts and broken faces, lifeless to the soul they’re tired of all the years spent turning plastic into gold And I’m not one to spend my days just swaying in the breeze Cause nothings ever good enough but flavor of the week PRE-CHORUS-Nyle Get a job, a place, a car and a lover. A setup for me to live comfortably The same rules of those who live in excess, so tell me when’s comfort replaced by greed. VERSE 3-Nyle They say that money doesn’t buy happiness, but its supposed to, take you at least one step closer and as I think about all that’s got me stressed, I wonder am I blessed, or a vulture or my own culture Steady moving up the ladder, with no time to sit and gather my thoughts. Running blind, trying to find what matters In this world of designer names, parties and shopping sprees its so ea-sy to find a life misery. A life of luxury where the masses’ memory Has no recollection of anyting but indulgency We can’t buy contentment ‘cause a soul has no price So I’m setting myself free to find Liberty in Life
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tORCHES 01:30
In the sixties it was risky for teens To travel down south and march towards a king’s dream But those kids knew that if they didn’t fight, they couldn’t protect their kids from living the same life. Parents protested, they were used to oppression, and useless aggression but had too much invested in their kids lives for them to be arrested beat, bitten, molested, hosed down and abused. Just to be used for shocking footage viewed on the news. And in these days, those very same airwaves play, people powerless against the powers that be From police brutality to incidental casualties sending of the calvary to wars based on fallacies. Fatalities and African infant mortalities aren’t deducted from the Presidential salaries. And in these days those very same elderly teens now ask Does anyone. Does anyone? Have something to say? In this day and age where revolution’s worn on the sleeve of a Che Guevara Tee, listening to Talib Kweli But transgression is more than just a trendy way to rebel Like race relations is more than just watching Dave Chapelle. We go down south for the same reasons Jews joined in. To the Civil Rights Marches on the Mall in Washington We go to show old folks who wanna pass the torch That the flame is still burning, and we shall go forth.
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SAMPLE Baby please don’t go down to New Orleans. Down to New Orleans (x2) Baby please don’t go down to New Orleans, you know I love you so baby please don’t go. VERSE 1 …the words I heard my mother utter from her lips as I muttered “I got to.” Flooding, diseases, crooked cops, yeah ma I got you. I understand it’s dangerous, I’m not tryint to shock you. But there’s no way I can sit in my dry dorm room and watch news stories of families in tragedy, huddled under canopies sayin how can this be? And how can I talk candidly of saving the world/and treating others as family if when it unfurls, I don’t go? That ain’t a man to me. ‘Cause for a few months everyone will give their money then forget about it as fast as we did the Tusnami. And add it to their “Why I hate Bush” list. but hardly make the push to the problem that exists and this “What difference can I make anyway?” has taken a toll on may (me). So I’m leavin today. Trading in my Spring Break ‘Cuz if actions speak louder than words, I can hear the President say… CHORUS (sample) …Baby Please don’t go down to New Orleans… (the bridge from “Won’t You Stay” Talib Kweli) (Me) I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta- (Female) baby don’t go (Me) I gotta go, I gotta go, I gottta, (Female) baby don’t go (Me) I gotta go, I gotta go, I gotta- (Female) baby don’t go (Me) I gotta go, I gotta go, I gottta, (Female) baby don’t go VERSE 2 My heart is saying go, but my brain is telling me That I gotta catch up in school, that I gotta go to work That I gotta visit family, and besides, my pockets hurt. So how can I raise the money for tickets, when I can barely spare the money to pay my mom a visit and is it/ feasible for me to go a thousand miles away? Using my own excuses as reasons for me to stay. Just like the thousands of others, who said that they cared. But how will words help you ain’t there? Half a million kids went to Cabo and Cancun. Some went home, and others stayed in their room. But if half of us would have mad the trip, believe me. Drying out the big easy would have been….easy See we don’t care unless it’s our emergency I can’t believe I listened to the voices that were telling me… VERSE 3 When the crews came back, they were like dag mac You should’ve been there the whole place looked like Bagdhad! It was mad bad, nah, worse than TV A situation they definitely don’t want you to see. How the Levees blew, ‘cause so many had so few Leaving the poor vulnerable, and all the time they knew. FEMA and the money raised by the Red Cross got lost in government b.s. that restricted the force. And when you know that tax dollars could have prevented it all How do you console someone for their loss? Gone is their house their car and their home. “I guess they’re better off livin in the astrodome.” Cause the media, and TV politics is blatant, so why’d Kanye retract his own statement ‘Cause it’s not okay, its not all good Fifteen hundred people ain’t have to die in that flood Like the people who fled to higher ground and got shot down and the inmates left locked in prison to drown and you and see their faces, or know how it felt To give a few forgotten people our help. And I don’t know how it felt, and I don’t want to wonder So I’m packing up my bags, and going this summer.
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FROSH! 03:07
Of course we’re disappointed We see hip-hop on TV and in our dreams it becomes a social fantasy Where coeds are beautiful sexy girls gone wild And guys are smart sexy built confident in their style. Where its okay to be gay, and you’re free to explore Where you can trade in your virginity for being a whore. Where you can finally find a place with people like you and make thangs happen without funky attitudes. And learn the tools you need, helping you decide What to do with your life, and how to do it right. To most of all, grow independent and be strong And finally feel like you found a place where you belong. But then we get here, Shattering our expectations, playing our hopes and fears. If its not rejection its a lack of selection Cuz all the ugly ones wan’ get it in, but all the cute ones wan’ be your friend. And these rich kids got tons of beer, but can you really just get drunk and blazed all year? You look for something else, but what is there to do? And suddenly you feel entrapped by the people around you. So you join some clubs, and your making some friends But it seems you’re seeing the same people again and again. And it feels like life’s taking to long With all their exaggerations, seems like you’re doing college wrong, See girls be like: “Oh my God, I met this guy” But forget to mention that he’s bucktooth and cockeyed And guys “Yo, at that party, I got head from a freshman.” But leave out the results of their STD testing” And then there’s the kids who stay in their dorms isolated Online playing games, using AIM to say the hate it. And that they’re going home this weekend to visit. To lay in their own bed with fresh clothes and linens And then theres the kids that you never really talk to But know ‘em because their your myspace facebook stalkers. Classes got you stressed, you’re trying to do your best You gotta wake up at eight, to two essays and a test. And guess what, you just heard about a bangin party And this chick that’ll be attending is a certain lil shawty And now I’m sorry that I went instead of doing my paper Can I hand it in a lil later for a slightly lower grade Or extra credit? But this ain’t high school, there’s no demerits There’s no sympathy for mistakes, no body cares a bit… And that’s the beautiful thing See no matter how much your on the phone, or go home You’re in college now, you’re on your own See we have to supply the fire to burn inside To deny any thoughts of failure and try to strive See whether keeping our head above water or swimming the farthest We tread the hardest because we dread the shark, its Because if you don’t realized how blessed you are You become just another number. Just another star in sky of thousands. So remember your lights astounding. You’re lucky to be here whether you came from the burbs or public housing. And there’s nothing depressing about it. We’re in the prime of our life, and we’re surround By a million stories. So take the time learn them. Take some action. Because if these are the best times in our life, only you can make it happen

about

frosh (frŏsh) n. pl. frosh Informal
A freshman, as in college.

BACKGROUND
My debut album released 2007 it chronicles my first year at New York University. It stands as my first completed project, and the one I hold most dear. Here's the original Thank You's written in 07.

THANKYOU
To Mom and Dad…..
To God. Whattup man, I know I don’t come to your shows that much anymore, mom keeps reminding me every week to just get up and go but I always put it off. Out of anybody from highschool that I really got close to, I’ve probably lost touch with you the most. I’m going to get on my with that, I love you man.

DEDICATED TO
Philly. Secondhand Sound, Rahm Nation, The Gathering, Masterman, OU, Freedom Theatre, MacGuffin, B-boy School of Dance, and everyone who belongs in any memory or facet of my life, thanks for shaping me into who I am. This one is for u.

To New York. My kick-arse band Negative Sfu. Sin-Sin Family. My MLK fam, NYU students, alumni, and students who pretend they don’t go there. And my two best friends.

To the Future. I’m comin’. I’m I’m comin’….

THIS ALBUM COULD NOT HAVE HAPPENED WITHOUT
Dan Konisberg and Ryan Murphy
Mic-L Alexander
E-hos and Pickpocket Records
Shorty CC
Ariel Fluerimond
David Pollock
Michael Battaglia
Malik Alexander
Philly Cuzz
E-Hos @ Pickpocket Records
Alana Isiguen
Grand Staff Productions

credits

released January 15, 2007

All Rap Vocals written, performed, and recorded by Nyle Emerson unless otherwise noted

Executive Produced by Nyle Emerson
Masted by David Pollock

1. INTRO
Engineer: Matt Troy
Sample: “Galop” and “News on the March” by Bernard Herrmann for Citzen Kane
Mixed by Michael Battaglia
(Yes the voice is me)

2. BYE PHILLY
Instrumental courtesy of Pickpocket Records
Mixed by Cody Pruitt

3. NYU
Instrumental courtesy of Pickpocket Records
Piano: Michael Battaglia
Mixed by Michael Battaglia

4. HYPNOTIC
Sampled from The Roots “Hypnotic”
Mixed by Marc Soto of Grand Staff Productions

5. TRULY YOURS
Remixed by DJ Undakova
Vocals Written and Performed by:
Mykael Alexander,
Vanessa Harris
Mixed by KQuick of Grand Staff Productions
Special thanks to Sean O’ Brien

6. ON MY OWN AGAIN ft. Malik Smith
Produced by Malik Smith
Vocals written and Performed by Malik Smith
Mixed by KQuick of Grand Staff Productions

7. HOME w/ Citizen Cope
Sampled from “Home” by Citizen Cope
Mixed by Cody Pruitt

8. MOULTY ft. DJ
Produced by Behameen
Sampled from “Moulty” by The Babarians (1966)
Scratches by DJ ____
Female Vocals Anjelica Garcia
Background Vocals: Ariel Fluerimonde

9. LIFE OF LIBERTY ft. Danielle Schwob
Written and Performed by Danielle Schwob
Bass: Mitch Freidman
Sax: Adam Schatz
Special thanks to Jimmy Chalk

10. RELIEF
Sound Effects provided by Parker Reddington

11. BABY PLEASE DON’T GO
Produced by Parker Reddington
Sampled from “Baby Please Don’t Go” by the Amboy Dukes (1968)
Female Vocals: Victoria Coats
Trombone: Theo
Guitar: Parker Reddington

12. FROSH!
All me baby!

SIN-SIN FREESTYLE BONUS TRACK
(In order of appearance)
Undakova, Nyle, Core Rhythm, Tranquill, Old Boy of Vamoose, Nefarious INF, Rabbi Darkside, Eye of Horus, Undakova. Recorded Live at Sin Sin Lounge November 2006.

BEGGARS AND SCHOLARS FREESTYLE
Dan Konisberg and Ryan Murphy ft. Harry. Record Live at the Bitter End October 2005.

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