Act 1 - Bazanji Long days, longer nights Class is out but I’m locked under lights at the library workin’ Had a lotta time but my mind wasn’t certain Pen to my paper while I research equations, the cosign of my time I’m getting impatient now, uh So I, throw my hoodie on, strap my backpack Headed to the crib gotta take a quick nap It’s 2:30 in the morning and my test is at 8 And what am I supposed to do when I’m runnin this late? Till’ I see the P2P and my night is gettin’ better Signal to the bus driver, I ain’t walkin in this weather So I, grab a seat with this lady next to me She lookin kinda cute but she a little tipsy Then I make it to the crib and I’m headed off to sleep And it’s just another day on the P2P now Act 2 - Blake When I got to the bus stop, she was already there She caught my eye and when I got on I caught a glimpse of her hair The bus rolled forward and I took a seat And when I saw her next to me I knew we were destined to meet The light turned green and we really hit it off She smiled at me and at my jokes playfully scoffed The P2P hit Columbia and started going fast, The night had just begun, we were having a blast But the music was blaring, and it got too hard to hear her So, anxiously I shuffled to try and get near her The engine was loud, the bus packed with a crowd Barely kept the conversation going but it was going downhill now The bus took a corner too fast and we flew apart A car crashed into the side, glass shattered and pierced our hearts The wreck was horrible- that we didn’t die was amazing But I never saw her again, we had two different destinations Harry What's the matter with a love song? When the love is gone Left at the station cause I didn't belong Now I'm walking alone, round Saturated in salt and I'm thinking Could this be my fault? x2

What do you mean you’re working harder than me? Get over yourself, after my classes and all my responsibilities I still make time for this And all you do is piss On all my efforts and what, now you calling me a slacker?   You expect this to be easy Like a walk through the park But this ain’t no fairytale We ain’t Pepper Potts and Tony Stark This is real life yo, not some joy ride trip And right now this is nothing but a sinking ship   I can’t live with you and can’t live without you Things I wanna change but I can’t seem to break through Frustration inside is spilling out of my cup I need to clear my mind, man this shit is messing me up x2   Alright then, wave your little white flag Let’s see if I care. Go ahead, pack your bags Let’s take some time apart because that’s what you want ain’t it? Don’t pretend its not babe you don’t have to fake it   I hope you’re happy you cut me real deep I thought you were invested but no, you’re just weak We’re going round in circles; is it all in my head? Will fix this tomorrow Before its gone... or died... or dead

Aristotle on the beat's, my philosopy, yeah boy I be imitatin Sophocles, develop my character yeah, yeah you know my steez, see death, doesn't bother me I'm Socrates x2 Zack Bolak (Verse 1) headin to the tar pit in a chariot, all mark spitzed, nothin to meddle with, Carolina blue trim on all of it, Sunny Helios let me borrow it, Carolina blue swoosh on the front man, on the sides is  jumpmans, with sun man, we on some Greek Mythology, Toast to the Gods, logically, add Aristotle and Socrates, and that's after his apology, Mount Olympus where the potty be, god a knowledge Apollo tellin bout his prophecies, while he passin out lots a mead, ask about his philosophy sonically, he respondin intoxically, in the morning'll probably undoubtedly wanna gimme an apology, I'll laugh it off and say honestly, I don't need an apology, you're a godly bein Young Aristotle on the beat's, my philosopy, yeah boy I be imitatin Sophocles, develop my character yeah, yeah you know my steez, see death, doesn't botha me I'm Socrates x2 Ryan (Verse 2): In this emcee laboratory, I go Walter Whitman Bill Nye the Science Guy, Dexter’s Lab, keep listing. Einstein, Darwin, Archimedes, Niels Bohr, Manhattan Project, Oppenheimer, Tesla, Max Born, Galileo, Aristotle, Steven Hawking, Keplar, Edison, Newton, sit and watch your crew fall. A triple-beam, protractor, and a ruler couldn’t measure up ‘cause when you testing Dr. Jekyll Mr. Hyde will mess you up. I’m at your grill like a facemask. Take this to the head the referee called a late flag. He’s bad, calling out these rappers with their fake ass. Strong arm rap, they wanna know where the weights at. This that great rap, trying to make you understand You walk along the beat I hop up on and do the running man. A couple rubber bands will make your friends choose another plan. You try to ball but act a trick we call your ass Juwanna Mann. Young Aristotle on the beat's, my philosopy, yeah boy I be imitatin Sophocles, develop my character yeah, yeah you know my steez, see death, doesn't bother me I'm Socrates x2 Zack Bolak (Verse 3): The party after meet Alexander, talkin art, he's never heard of a rapper, spit preposterous flows, says yo we need a new colossus of Rhodes, 8th wonder, invites me to his abode, the dope ass classical hero, wants me to do a show, says you don't have to, but to showcase ya flows, show in fronta Zeus's Olympia Statue, we go, he's says you're on next, go fast, after is the conquest, complex military strategy, Ancient Greek tour ain't nobody on this, the Great conquerin cities, never losin, use my music for cultural diffusion, cause Alexander put me on his playlist, MC rapper teaches him to spit greatness   Young Aristotle on the beat's, my philosopy, yeah boy I be imitatin Sophocles, develop my character yeah, yeah you know my steez, see death, doesn't bother me I'm Socrates x2

Chorus: “So get up, get up, put your hands up high, Do it for the hill reppin’ 919, So get up, get up, put your hands up high, Do it for the hill we da best worldwide” (x2) Mike Major (Verse 1): See the headlights and watch all the kids flock They spent the whole week studying gridlock A lot of hope is riding on this P2P stop Climb aboard crowded and headed towards Franklin and parties The weekend is starting A group of girls yelling that they gonna turn up sure enough A couple smokers choking toking up Ain't make it to the second stop a kid is throwing up Forty something people on this small ass bus Funny part about it is we all passed buzzed Conversate with strangers showing random girls love She might be scary looking sober but I'm too faded to judge There's our stop Franklin where we need to be Another joy ride on the unc P2P Chorus: “So get up, get up, put your hands up high, Do it for the hill reppin’ 919, So get up, get up, put your hands up high, Do it for the hill we da best worldwide” (x2) Bazanji (Verse 2): I’m a master of the masterin mind, and I flow one of a kind Neva comin’ close to me like I’m divine In the spirit of the rap game, kill it n’ then I shine I be dyin’ with the money on my mind, I bounce to the top like it’s spring time, and I’m Blake Griffin in the post when you hearin’ all my rhymes Untouchable, neva stoppin’ till I D-I-E I Derrick Rose in the game now I am the MVP All these muhfuhs lookin’ at me, but what they see Is the hustle of a man with a plan to be free, The crack game translated to the rap game And I blow an OZ off da mic next to me, Trappin to da masses they buyin my CD While I’m makin all these joints like the realest emcee And I came in the top spot like I’m over th rest, One day kick it back stage with the homies I know best

Verse 2 (June): Me and my friends, we ain't all sane And I wish that everybody could say y'all came to this gut uh heart wrenching baseball game that we won and we made it to the playoffs came straight home with my best friend, Tyrique that's who I came with Then I saw my dad and I told him how the game went He just looked at me like I was talking bout some lame shit Like I'm supposed to come up with some critically acclaimed shit? I knew that I shouldn't drive, it's dark and it's raining But Imma stay with Tyrique if that's something you're okay with Dropped him at his house so I could go stay with my main chick started rapping for her like my flow's amazing ain't it? Then I just spit something and froze up. We proceeded to prescription pills fucking our nose up uh, that wasn't a game, y'all think that shit is insane but we did that every day, start fucking and pour up so, I went to sleep cause I just hate sleeping alone y'all I woke up at 9:13 to a phone call Travis mom was calling and she told me something's gone wrong I knew it was something bad, we hadn't spoke in so long. Tearing up, she could barely say what she had to say Then she said before I hear this news that I'mma have to pray She picked me up, I'm asking "Why'd you have to get my ass today?" "Evan it's your dad, he's had a heart attack and passed away

Verse 1: Walk in a room; yeah check it who’s entertaining We act according to what its content dictates-draining Not what our hearts may deeply indicate Social pressures fluctuate like international exchange rate I’m ruled by deep-set fear of rejection Heart and soul thrown out to make an impression Societal norms, political storms, bring about deep personality suppression Bring it back, yeah, lets be real, its better than fake Chorus People are defined what’s socially accepted I don’t live on this earth to be publically vetted Lets get real-common regain unaffected Verse 2: Little girl three brothers, wanted pink and the lace Didn’t understand why Barbie and guns didn’t fit in the same space Traded time for a time where brothers could braid and sisters could raid Climb a tree with the best of ‘em Build a fort and past the test of mum Couldn’t afford new dresses so dressed same as the rest of ‘em We were all pretty blessed cause dad hes the best of ‘em I wanted the pink, I wanted the laced but lets be real its better than fake Chorus People are defined what’s socially accepted I don’t live on this earth to be publically vetted Lets get real-common regain unaffected Verse 3: Tragedies of ambiguity in what should be a safe community To show my face without my mask would be complete and utter lunacy I caved foolishly to stereotype that crushed me completely My soul cries out mutiny, the real me break out -live truthfully Ambiguity, my previous course caused much remorse Choose the road of truthful identity and represent it ruthlessly The goal in the end to bring life back to a corpse Remember who you are social white lies kill by identity morphs

[Verse 1: Thornbro] Right now I’m in a dark place, But it’s hard to assume that the people by my side telling lies not true, With the heartache, I’m alone in my room but I keep it together like when the clock strikes noon, For a minute, Then I’m in it in the past looking back thinking bout everything that I coulda had, And I got it, But I wonder, is it enough? Then I think of all the people that are showing love, But not me, not me, it’s too hard to, I really wanna and I know I came too far to, Relapse fall back to the old me, But it’s bout time that I really show the whole me, So, I take a little in the mirror, Clean the blood off so I see a little clearer, The old me that I’m fearing, The voice in my head is so loud that I hear him. [Voices] [Verse 2: Thornbro] It’s nights like these that I never want to go back, To the sad me, never want to show that, Say I’m happy, not everyone knows that, That the bad me is someone that I hold back, Cause, I’m very scared and ashamed, That my dark side’ll show and give me a back name, So I focus, but it’s hard to do that, When the fact of the matter is that, I’m going insane, No more complaining and saying that I won’t make it, No more hating and saying I like to fake it, No more debating and playing all of my games with, No more contemplating that I can’t take it, Yea, I think that every day, But the voice in my head turns it the other way then he says, I won’t be S#*&, But he’s wrong cause you’ll never see me quit.

Part of your problem is the purpose you've projected I'll be patient till I get my paper perfectly perfected. I pity every person that's not personally protected By paternals now they're people popping percocets and meth heads I prolly should provide my parents pockets proper payment I'd prolly be skating by like a hobby on the pavement Apparently a parent need a lot of pride and patience or they prolly shouldn't pound or even ponder pollination Previous to periods you plundered was a proud time Partially lost perfection it's no wonder that I found mine Promising I'm polished with a wonderful and sound mind Pretty powerful people got your number like a pound sign Part of me says pardon me when pondering a concept And part of me is opposite like politics and progress Picture perfect practice, pain, a policy of logic, Patience and persistence turns a product to a project

Part 1 (prod. Topiq the Smooth Prophet): Alright, now everybody gather while I tell ya’ll a story Of a college kid named Jimmy who went out ‘cause he was horny. Wore a, new button-down, fresh pair of Jordans, Fossil watch, Polo cologne he was sporting. Called his boy Porter and another friend Peter And his Spanish friend Juan came through with the tequila. So they took a couple shots ‘til they all were in need Of a ride to the club, they hopped on the P2P. And found a girl Nina, she was new to the scene a 19 year old girl, her I.D. said she’s Tina. Took her to the bar, told her she could have it all, she said “I don’t even know where to start with alcohol.” Then she ordered cognac told him make it tall Bartender wanted stacks, credit card, and his car. Open-jawed, Jimmy sent the drink back appalled, told her “Maybe I won’t really f*** with you after all.” Then he hit the dance floor showing off his moves, Saw a girl across the way and she was looking at our dude. Hourglass body shape, Double-D boobs, Couldn’t help to think it’s great if he could see her in the nude. Stepped to the girl, told her, “Hi my name is Jimmy.” Then she said, “What’s up?” told him that her name was Whitney. Took a second to travel then it all a sudden hit me That her breathe smelled like an animal had died inside a chimney. A tickle in his kidney said that it was time to piss. The night was getting late and he was still without a miss. He shook off his pecker and he exited the stall, Went to the dance floor and saw a girl against the wall. 300 pounds she was bigger than them all, Legs like an elephant and belly rolls like a wal-rus, He didn’t care, he was in a rush. Stepped to the girl and he asked her what was up. Looked her in the eye, touched her on the butt Then all a sudden from behind his shoulder got a tug. She said, “This is Doug and before you start your mac, He’s my boyfriend just home from Iraq.” The big man hit little Jimmy with a smack Picked up a barstool and he hit it across his back. Stepped to the lad and he carried him off his feet, Walked to the door and he threw him in the street. So next time you go to the bar on the P2P Save yourself the trouble, stay home and beat your meat. ‘cause you don’t wanna have the same fate as our hero, Picking gravel out your teeth, take it from me though. Part 2 (prod. Sup Doodle): Now Jimmy's story wasn't final, cuz he still had finals. But his money wasn't fine, though. So then he got an idea, and it goes, like this: Last time we saw Jimmy he was thrown into the dirt. But finals week was here and he was steady pushing work. At first, sold pencils in exams out his shirt. Now he moved Blue Books, sold 'em til his back hurt. Jimmy was making profit cuz he sold the books for cheap. But the Aderall was wearing off, he had to get some sleep. So then the young man walked back to where his head lay. "Stop what you're doing!"- A cop on a segway. He didn't make no headway, Jimmy started running Didn't wanna face the Honor Court, he started bugging. His heart was thumping...the Segway motor was humming. A plan came came when he felt the thing inside his bag rubbing. He pulled out a black piece and aimed it at the man. It was a book about Black Peace, he threw it out his hand And the rent-a-cop hit it, crashed his bike, Jimmy ran. And escaped into the night to sell scholastic contraband.

Hi what's your name? Oh hey, I'm Patricia. If you don't mind could you please take a picture? Tonights a night that I don't wanna forget No lie I'm not Pinocchio like marionette See 4 months ago I never thought I'd be a rapper Cuz everything I wrote, well shit belongs in the crapper Hah! But this class was a miracle worker. Don't cry Median! Not tryna be a tear jerker. Hook- Workin all day with no time to rest Makin it through finals but we here don't stress Pick up our album go ahead be my guest Emcee lab yeah you know you impressed Workin all day with no time to rest Makin it through finals but we here don't stress Rockin Thrill City thanks for comin God Bless Emcee lab yeah you know you impressed Emcee lab yeah you know you impressed thanks for comin God Bless Don't cry Median! thanks for comin God Bless