[Intro (Ric Flair)]: "You people out there...the greatest fans in the world, deserve an opportunity - to see the best. Let's put two and two together. I gotta be the best of 'em all! Not just cut and dried - I'm the best! Whether you like it or not - you're looking at: the best looking man, the best dressed man...long limousines...jet airplanes...custom made clothes! Because I'm the World Heavyweight Champion. Y'all playing catch up ball...to the Nature Boy. i don't care where you are in life! Or where you rank! Let's face it: you're second best, no matter what you tell yourself. So, get used to it! You're looking at the man...Woo!" [Verse One]: I wanna be the best, that no one ever was, the man who makes waves and cause a bunch of buzz. Who you think this was? Who you think I am? The man with no power and the man with no jam? I got a master plan that you bout to hear, when I say it, it’s gone, quick to disappear. Better luck next year, call the S.O.S, grab a brand New Life and a vest for your chest. Save yourself from the thunder and lightning, I’m not freighting, but the smile is whitening. My style’s enlightening, good for the ears, raising up souls for you and your peers. Only what I know, this is not for show, vivid with the words, so call me Van Gogh. I’m ready to go, so don’t stop me, prepared for more, so I’m back like Rocky. [Hook]: Standing in your mirror, closer than I appear, [you] see my shadow, then you know I’m near. At your blind side like I’m ready to strike, it’s a new Dark Knight. So, here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!) Here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (With the plan!), here’s the man (With the power!), here’s the man (With the jam!) [Verse Two]: It’s been 3 years since the last drop, now I came back and y’all thought I stopped? How could I ever? I would never ever, stop rhyming bout my life and being so clever. Matured in my ways and the way I go about it, why you trying to listen if you ain’t really bout it. Bout it, bout it, make you say “ungh”, the world in my hands, just second to none. I drop bombs like we going to war, I drop rhymes just to settle the score. Playing catch up ball just to see me fall, reaching for the top, but y’all gotta crawl. Y’all ain’t touching my level, like Neville, better try and Use Me, but you better be careful. I’m so special, low key a rebel, what’s that attack? Young, gifted and black. [Hook]: Standing in your mirror, closer than I appear, [you] see my shadow, then you know I’m near. At your blind side like I’m ready to strike, it’s a new Dark Knight. So, here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!) Here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (With the plan!), here’s the man (With the power!), here’s the man (With the jam!) [Verse Three]: Y’all just actors, lookin at yourself in the mirror backwards, can’t face the laughter. I’m laughin’, I’m rollin’, y’all was busy trollin’, I was too busy just swagging and souling. That’s too above you? I moved on up, hit my George and Weezy, just grooved on up. My Family does matter, so I am Carl Winslow, I embrace it, y’all take the window. Take the wheel, you better praise the lord, don’t mind me, I’m just carrying the load. It sounds so foolish, it sounds so confusing, all I do is cruise it to the sound of music. The music made me, the people did too, the haters just fueled me, and so did you. Thank you for the song, making me understand, thank you for making the man. [Hook]: Standing in your mirror, closer than I appear, [you] see my shadow, then you know I’m near. At your blind side like I’m ready to strike, it’s a new Dark Knight. So, here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!) Here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (With the plan!), here’s the man (With the power!), here’s the man (With the jam!) [Hook]: Standing in your mirror, closer than I appear, [you] see my shadow, then you know I’m near. At your blind side like I’m ready to strike, it’s a new Dark Knight. So, here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (Here’s the man!) Here’s the man (Here’s the man!), here’s the man (With the plan!), here’s the man (With the power!), here’s the man (With the jam!)

[Intro:] I guess it's been quite awhile...and I feel like I'm finally back now! And, uh, I guess it feels good...(laughs) [Verse One]: I guess I got my swagger back, make some room, make some room while I bring the doom. Doom on the tomb of the loom of the beast, rise like the priest in the west of the east. In the east, all you see is the sun, when the sun is done, there is [just] none. I am the one with the sun in the sky, I take it from here to just Shanghai. I’m just high off life, drunk on water, headed to the South like my Alma Mater. If North is South, then we living on a prayer, if a drum is a hi-hat, where is the snare? They stop and stare, pure confusion, soul and swag, just bump like contusion. Y’all losing, we been here winning, chillin' in Vegas with the city that’s sinning. [Hook]: I want that old thing back! (x3) Give it back, give it back, I just want it back! [Verse Two]: I told y’all before I was just getting back, now I’m back, ain’t here to relax. Told y’all before, I’m here to stay, ain’t going nowhere, I just came to play Time to play the game, own it, believe it, if you got a dream, you better try to reach it. Reach your goals and your dream, get on the grind, just scheme for the cream. Ain’t gotta be a baller, a big shot caller, don’t worry bout the height, you’ll be a little taller. Taller in your mind, your spirit, your soul, reaching your dreams, going for the goal. Touchdown, throw down, then they wanna show down, then they wanna act up, then they wanna act clown. Get Down, hit the road, jack, my crews make up what ya boys just lack! [Hook]: I want that old thing back! (x3) Give it back, give it back, I just want it back! [Verse Three]: Time to breathe, catch the wind, catch the case, I apprehend. Got the win, it’s over now, hasta la vista, bye-bye, ciao. Chow down on the wack attack, got the whole target on my back. They can’t act up, they can’t back up, they so wack, uh, make me yak up. It’s so ridiculous, they so conspicuous, acting all suspicious, they all some fishes. Fishes of the sea, chicken of the sea, y’all just tuna, getting ate by me. Eatin y’all for breakfast, lunch and dinner, y’all ain’t on my level, y’all just beginner. [Hook]: I want that old thing back! (x3) Give it back, give it back, I just want it back! Verse Four: The man on a mission, the man of the hour, time’s up, now I got the power. Call me Snap? Nah, call me Shaft! Just a bad motha sucka who hones his craft. Me and my crews too, working real hard at what we do. We do what we do and we do it well, cooking up somethin, yes, do you smell? Smash City are the homies, my bros for life, all on tact, just sharp like a knife. S.O.S with my brother from another mother, painting towns red with something or another. Then you got New Life, bringing new melodies, giving y’all soul for your sole, yes, the remedy. Back to the melody, back in black, I want that old thing back! [Hook]: I want that old thing back! (x3) Give it back, give it back, I just want it back! [Hook]: I want that old thing back! (x3) Give it back, give it back, I just want it back!

[Intro]: Good Morning World. Good Morning America. Good Morning to the birds and planes flying in the sky. Good Morning to the sun that’s shining real bright today. Good Morning Minneapolis. What’s new today? [Verse One]: Looking out my window one morning, I hear something out just calling. “BDa, Bryce, are you awake?” There’s a girl in my vision and I think it’s just fake. She’s calling out something that’s just familiar, definitely not one the familia. Pinch myself - I think it’s a dream, I don’t know, she ain’t who she seem. All I see is fog, streetlights and mist, she keep calling out, I can’t forget. Treating me like Scrooge on Christmas Eve, solo like Beaver without Cleave. She know my life and know my pain, first, she brought me sun, then brought me rain. Then she brought me snow and the coldest flow, then she brought me green grass, the afterpour. [Hook]: Good morning cause I'm still here, didn't get a wake-up call from out there. So I'm a head back to school for my lesson and only live by the blessings. Good morning cause I’m still here, just woke up on the first of the year. So I’m a head back to sleep for a minute, gotta rest up for the sun’s visit. Verse Two: I just wanna sleep and think and dream, this girl still here, in the light, she beam. I turn the other way, lay, stare at the wall, keep staring at the wall as a mean for a stall. We standing too tall, thinking too short, thinking what we’d do as a last resort. Thinking bout our life, what we’ve done so far, thinking bout our days before we owned a car. Days as a young’n, days as a kid, playing in the sand, don’t know what we did. Days as a kid, Field Middle School, meeting folks new, some weren’t cool. Days at South, wasn’t always perfect, some of those things, wasn’t always worth it. Life here, life now, I’m satisfied, saying that line was the biggest lie. [Hook]: Good morning cause I'm still here, didn't get a wake-up call from out there. So I'm a head back to school for my lesson and only live by the blessings. Good morning cause I’m still here, just woke up on the first of the year. So I’m a head back to sleep for a minute, gotta rest up for the sun’s visit. Verse Three: Daylight, morning, messy ass room, stay in the tomb until it hit June. What else to do? Chill with the bros, they talk about money and all of they clothes? I rock Polos, bust down Jordans, new shoes myself, I can’t afford them. Least of my worries, I worry bout the other, worried bout my family, look out for my mother. Worry bout succeeding and trying to stay happy, worry about chopping and not getting sappy. Worry bout something called Survival Of The Fittest, I may not be the fittest, but the one who ain’t quitted. When the sun rise up, I know it’s alright, when the sun rise up, it’s past another night. Looks like another night, a new dawn, morning, sun’s rising up while the boy is yawning. [Hook]: Good morning cause I'm still here, didn't get a wake-up call from out there. So I'm a head back to school for my lesson and only live by the blessings. Good morning cause I’m still here, just woke up on the first of the year. So I’m a head back to sleep for a minute, gotta rest up for the sun’s visit. [Hook]: Good morning cause I'm still here, didn't get a wake-up call from out there. So I'm a head back to school for my lesson and only live by the blessings. Good morning cause I’m still here, just woke up on the first of the year. So I’m a head back to sleep for a minute, gotta rest up for the sun’s visit. Outro: Good Morning to my fellow bus riders. Good Morning to this subpar bus seat I sit on. Good Morning to being done with school or work for the day. Good Morning home. Glad to be back. Good Morning life. It’s great to be here.

[Intro:] Bet you didn’t think lightning could strike twice, did you? I rocked before, I rock again. Let me Rock With You like MJ for one moment … (laughs) [Hook:] I told y’all once, I told y’all twice, if you don’t roll the dice, then you pay the price. Paid the cost to be a boss, but never to shock, freedom ain’t free, but it is to rock. I’m a rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) A rock star! (Go hard!) A rock star! (Go home!) A Rock Star meant to roam… Verse One: Don’t call it a comeback, I been here forever, 21 years with the cheers, it’s been a pleasure. Yet, I’m so humble, but, I won’t crumble, I got the smarts like my man, Bryant Gumbel. I go Barney Rubble when it’s necessary, and I’m never your average, nothing ordinary. Nothing plain, nothing simple, I go off the temple, the bass make you tremble, but the fear is only mental. On the instrumental, I don’t SayJak, but when it’s on my back, I’m on the attack. Primal and I’m ready, zooming and I’m coasting, rocking and I’m rolling, so you know I’m ghosting. Guitars in your car, hi-hats and claps, provide hot tracks, yes, these are facts. Don’t doubt the skill, don’t judge the voice, I came to beat the foes with the noise. [Hook:] I told y’all once, I told y’all twice, if you don’t roll the dice, then you pay the price. Paid the cost to be a boss, but never to shock, freedom ain’t free, but it is to rock. I’m a rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) A rock star! (Go hard!) A rock star! (Go home!) A Rock Star meant to roam… [Verse Two:] Wanna be the man? Beat the man, bring ‘em out, bring ‘em all, can’t stop, won’t stop, till I’m standing tall. Why should I fall? Cause you ain’t in my league? All of that intrigue and so much fatigue? I just seize the day like some Newsies, y’all just losing track of the music. Y’all chasin’ ‘em, I’m replacin’ ‘em, I get to racin’ ‘em, now I’m spacin’ em. 100 in a 50, feeling good about the win, pop out the top wondering how to begin. It’s not a sin to feel so glorious, a fire in my heart, and I’m feeling so victorious. My house, my world, my planet, never taking this all havoc for granted. I rock, I roll, no control, stand back for the “Ric Flair” stroll. [Hook:] I told y’all once, I told y’all twice, if you don’t roll the dice, then you pay the price. Paid the cost to be a boss, but never to shock, freedom ain’t free, but it is to rock. I’m a rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) A rock star! (Go hard!) A rock star! (Go home!) A Rock Star meant to roam… [Verse Three:] Once ain’t enough, so I had to go twice, plot my moves quick and be precise. Get the crowd going, get the ladies jumping, got the bass bumping, and your chest thumping. I go on and on like no other, I can’t believe it either, so I do it like butter. There’s no stutter, so end the speculation, a rise of a nation, death to the hatin’. Put your hands up, middle fingers to the ceiling, raise ‘em high, what a wonderful feeling. Bask in the glory, who they admire? Oh, that’s me? I’m what y’all aspire. I’m no idol, I’m just basic, y’all still wondering if I can really make it? Pay attention to the last few lines, this is gonna be one of those times. All I want is respect, so kiss my ass if you can’t accept. Show some love or something, give a dap or a hug, all I ask is no bats or slugs. If you mean mug, do it from afar, out of my sight while I’m one with the guitar. Still loud, still proud, still black, give it up for the man, he’s back! [Hook:] I told y’all once, I told y’all twice, if you don’t roll the dice, then you pay the price. Paid the cost to be a boss, but never to shock, freedom ain’t free, but it is to rock. I’m a rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) Rock star! (C’mon!) A rock star! (Go hard!) A rock star! (Go home!) A Rock Star meant to roam…

[Verse One]: Back on my feet and I’m ready to go, and I’m ready to show what they did not know. Going for the glory, and I hope they do adore me, and I hope they show me love, and I hope they just restore me. Back to reality, life and now, so I go on for the pow, with the sham and wow! Ta-dow, how you like me now? So, shake it up, shake it up, twist and shout! Have mercy, kiss and jump back, might as well react when they say it’s a fact. No fiction, pure intuition, y’all come up missing after final conviction. The truth shall set you free, I think we can agree and let things be. Watch my kilometer, watch my speedometer, I’m shooting stars into cars like astronomers. (Hook) [Verse Two]: Yes, I’m, untouchable, uncrushable, ladies just say I’m loveable. (Ay…) Ask ‘em all who’s the illest, right? Big BDa, put your feet up, he’s so chill, right? Au natural, I see big pictures, when I deliver, I use no filter. Go figure, I’m trying to survive, putting all this work in to own the fight. Give up the night, give up the queen, you know I’m taking over, so, bow to the king. The throne is a Rolling Stone for my home, paint it all black, so I know it’s my own. Ditch the old rags for the New Life tags, SOS tabs, Smash City bags. My crew is the kingdom, your crew is circus, we live and serve a purpose, on the surface, y’all worthless! (Hook) [Verse Three]: Never underestimate the power of a Monster, never underestimate the things I conquer. I come from Foster, I come from Dorsey, don’t ever, ever, doubt it, conspiracy is boring. I need something new, I said it, I done it, took it back, jack, now, we all up on it. We on it, we flaunt it, we in here, in there, from that to this, taking higher air. Reaching for the heights that we never ever seen, that we never ever dream, that we always believe. I believe I can fly, then why not try? Take it to the world and scream to the sky! All about your life, perseverance, all about yourself, no interference. Went the distance, I’m back to the test, Survivor from the tiger, I think y’all know the rest!

[Intro/Hook]: (Thank you for being a friend…) (Thank you for being a friend…) (Thank you for being a friend…) (Thank you for being a friend…) [Verse One]: Blood don’t make family, it’s the bonds that we keep, and it’s the people we meet, and it’s the way that we greet. This is for my road dogg, my bro, negro, for life, B.Allen, Brice Allen, you know we stay tight. 20-01 is where the story began, made a brand new friend, we was on our young man. Some lame guys, video games on the weekends, he was on the offense, I was on the defense. Stinking up the joint, I knew I couldn’t compete, he couldn’t really be beat, with the chicks we now seek. Clowning and chilling, wasn’t social at all, now, we hittin the mall and just laughing till we ball/bawl. Singing and dancing and then, we was just jamming, from the music we watched to the food we was slamming. Went from some bums, to just rhyming in tongues, from no 9 to 5s, now it’s hi-hats and drums (c’mon!) [Hook]: (Thank you for being a friend…) Ended up as brothers, but we started as friends. (Thank you for being a friend…) Traveled down the road and we in it till the end. (Thank you for being a friend…) Ended up as brothers, but we started as friends. (Thank you for being a friend…) Traveled down the road, and we back at it again. [Verse Two]: Spent nights getting advice about the ladies, listened to your words, man, I thought you was crazy. (Laughs) I still do, but I know you mean well, (man…!) it’s all swell, but you be giving me hell. I guess that’s you, and that’s alright, we just clowning all the time, nothing else ain’t right. Roasting and boasting, then it’s toasting and coasting, we be rocking and rolling, you be chilling and smoking. Scattered thoughts, but you be in your zone, but now, we all grown, so now, the world we roam. Where we gonna take it next? Vegas? Miami? Somewhere we can go where we defy gravity? Reaching for the heights that we talked about reaching, that we talked about achieving, never ever stopped believing. Some rapper guys, on that suit and tie, where the people know our name, looking dapper, looking fly. [Hook]: (Thank you for being a friend…) Ended up as brothers, but we started as friends. (Thank you for being a friend…) Traveled down the road and we in it till the end. (Thank you for being a friend…) Ended up as brothers, but we started as friends. (Thank you for being a friend…) Traveled down the road, and we back at it again. [Verse Three: With the good comes the bad, and the best comes to worst, and we both had some times where we was blessed and just cursed. Your heart attack happened, had me shook for awhile, thought Soul Of Swag was gonna be Soul with no Style. Can’t wile without my road dogg, clown without my bro, ain’t the same if you wasn’t rollin’ on this road. My life would be so different, things not so the same, on my Carlton tip, not hip, just lame. Can’t imagine my life without big bro around, we done came too far for some shit to go down. Arguments and fights, subtweets and such, rocking since ’01, they say it’s really too much. We always bounce back, stupidness and silliness, looking at the two of us, they’d say it was a silly mess. It’s whatever, might never understand, S.O.S. the brotherhood, forever till the end. [Hook]: (Thank you for being a friend…) Ended up as brothers, but we started as friends. (Thank you for being a friend…) Traveled down the road and we in it till the end. (Thank you for being a friend…) Ended up as brothers, but we started as friends. (Thank you for being a friend…) Traveled down the road, and we back at it again.

[Intro:] Ay Sig…crank the beat up a little bit higher. [Verse One:] Let me take you higher, call me Creed, I am a special breed, I am a new machine. They can rebuild and retrain the things that remain, but it all stays the same, your style is so lame. I can’t be tamed, can’t fall off the track, and these people here, can’t hold me back. My house is built of glass, please don’t throw the bricks, things up my sleeve, something like tricks. Pumped Up Kicks and the last’s name’s Foster, these are my people and this is the monster. This is not an ego, I fly like an eagle, Steve Miller band got me feeling real regal. Ya boy is back, dressed in all black, New Life in the back, y’all cats wack. See me on the streets, see me in the jungle, Andre The Giant in the Royal Rumble. (Hook) Verse Two: Crank it up higher like we at the Big Show, Chokeslam, oh damn! K.O. blow. Turn it up, turn it up, like I’m Too Cool, need a day off like the boy, Ferris Buel. Banging it, banging it, John Witherspoon, I think I need a celebration, where is June? I will make you understand I’m a grown man, I will make you understand how I am. Break things down like those boys, DX, you can’t break my stride, I was born the best. Are you ready for the steady that remains so deadly? Flow sounds deadly, but I got the medley. Power of the hour, still a young man, the words that I speak look like I began. The voice with the choice of the voiceless, I hear sweet sound, but what’s up with the noises? (Hook) Verse Three: I got a lotta names, but it sticks with one, Bryce DaRonn Foster, The Prodigal Son. Which went to the BDaMan, went to the BDa, sum it up to B, so free, I put my feet up. The Big Boss Man and The Man With The Plan, man with honor who can make a jam. My style is definite, your style just is a deficit, I am so excellent, and you are now desolate. Exquisite, element, and I’m just eloquent, remember everything, got the brain of an elephant. You are not relevant, I am just heaven-sent, you are out your element, straight up negligent. I chill in a cocoon, blowing up soon, see me in June, flying to the moon. Straight up to the moon, straight up to the stars, taking y’all right past Jupiter and Mars. (Hook)

[Verse One]: Who the hell is this, calling me at 6, show last night, had to reminisce It’s the crack of dawnin and I’m yawning, look out the window, too early in the morning. It’s B. Allen, hittin my line, wonderin why he’s up at this time. Talkin bout the old enemies who was overseas, the wannabes and the fake old Gs. I ain’t on that, ain’t going for the beef, what’s the beef if you have no teeth? What’s the issue if you have no tissue? Now you going big and now they miss you. They miss you when you was wack, now they love you and got your back. They fake then and just fake now, what you gon’ do about it [alt. word: that] now? [Hook (John Mayer):] What you gonna do about it? (x4) [x2] [Verse Two]: Its funny how life works out, they try to pull you in and kick you out. They try to get money when you got fame, when it all falls down, they ain’t the same. They hop on the wagon that people ride, when it all falls down, they chill outside. When you pass away, they treat you like a god, when you alive, they act all odd. When you in the dirt, they leave flowers, you walkin on the ground, they want power. When you in the casket, they shed tears, you breathing just fine, they look in mirrors. They worried about the style and the face, they see what’s fake in every place. They wasn’t that real in that high school, now they old and ain’t that cool. [Hook (John Mayer):] What you gonna do about it? (x4) [x2] [Verse Three]: Real recognizes real, fake to fake, said it before bout the double take. You do it once, you do it twice, third time’s the charm, but life ain’t nice. Life ain’t nice when you on the ropes, life ain’t nice when you fail your hopes. Your hopes, your dreams, it’s not what it seems, going from The Cool to Laser beams. Beaming like Scotty on my own Star Trek, chill, sit back with a kangol hat. Chilling with a hat, my new sweater, change like the weather; oh, it’s whatever. Whatever’s clever, that’s how they act, you take one step, it’s on your back. They see your life, they wanna doubt it, so, “What you gonna do bout it?” [Hook (John Mayer):] What you gonna do about it? (x4) [x2] [Bridge: (speaks) So, what you gonna do? (Do?) What you gonna do? (Do?) What you gonna do? (Do?) About this thing called life (life) (x2) [Hook (John Mayer):] What you gonna do about it? (x4) [x2] (Outro)

[Intro]: Ladies and gentlemen…we are inviting you…to something special, ya know? The big city with the bright lights…where everybody knows everybody, ha-ha! [Hook]: Skies are getting darker, and the sun has faded, I see the lights in here and I know that I have made it. You know just where you are when you see the Minne-ap, you know you feeling good, this is where your heart’s at. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. [Verse One]: Welcome to Minneapolis, 10,000 lakes, you feeling good? I’m feelin great! The lakes are blue, the flag is too, so call us up with the 612. What you gonna do in Minneap? Chill downtown with your backwards hat? Or chill Southside with the homies all day? Got a lot to do, go find your way. Go to the lake called No-Ko-Mis, take a walk and feel the bliss. Calhoun got that place Uptown, turns that frown right upside down. Harriet got that silent voice, once you see, you will rejoice. 10,000 lakes chillin’ here, the Minneapolis Atmosphere. [Hook]: Skies are getting darker, and the sun has faded, I see the lights in here and I know that I have made it. You know just where you are when you see the Minne-ap, you know you feeling good, this is where your heart’s at. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. [Verse Two]: Education is the key, U of M to MCTC. Get schooled on school and your knowledge, higher learning, we love college. We love chilling, we go downtown, see the arts, go above the ground. Theaters for the plays, Orpheum and the Guthrie way. A broadway mus-i-cal, for the soul, your inner child. Walker Art for the art you love, paint the picture like a dove. Pictures with the words you think, let em sink or draw with ink. Arts of the place got you chillin’, Minneapolis, what a feelin’. [Hook]: Skies are getting darker, and the sun has faded, I see the lights in here and I know that I have made it. You know just where you are when you see the Minne-ap, you know you feeling good, this is where your heart’s at. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. [Bridge (MonoPoleJoe)]: Put your hands up for the city… Wave em side to side… Clap your hands for the city… And do it real loud! [Verse Three]: The city here is like a jungle, staying humble on the hustle. All the time it makes me wonder, how can we keep from going under? Under-over, bottom to the top, cream of the crop, never ever stop. Hopes and dreams in the big time city, getting down to the nitty-gritty. If I can make it here, I can make it there, I can make it just about anywhere. A wish and a dream, living on a prayer, singing in the rain like Fred Astaire. Singing, dancing, like we Diddy, romancing like we Biggie. Glorious, happy again, thank the lord and say “Amen” [Hook]: Skies are getting darker, and the sun has faded, I see the lights in here and I know that I have made it. You know just where you are when you see the Minne-ap, you know you feeling good, this is where your heart’s at. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights. Big city, bright lights, big city, bright lights.

[Verse One]: I got my point across, with or without the force; I am the dark horse on this hip-hop course. Dark knight in a dark night, I don’t bite, give me the light and then I just take flight. Flying to the sky, I leap off the ledge, I reach and stretch with the Etch-A-Sketch. Don’t break ya neck when I cash my check, got bigger fish to fry, so, why even try? When I speak, you better take heed, you better listen up to the words I preach. Ain’t a preacher, more of a teacher, use the brains, not the brawn to lyrically beat ya. I won’t cheat ya, I’m no pariah, so don’t praise me, I’m no messiah. Speak soft and carry the stick, then I use it swift, and then I hit the point quick. (Hook) [Verse Two]: If you got the wires crossed, and got the fingers crossed, that means I can’t trust ya, your smile is glossed. Straight fakin’, on some Oscar Mayer bacon, this world out here is mine, it’s fresh for the taking. Mama taught me well, didn’t raise no fool, graced me with the worth to use my tools. Use the intellect and the internet to get my skills in check and myself at best. If I ain’t my best, then I see my worst, live the sins of those who provide my curse. They provide my curse with no possible cure, so I’m not sure who to trust anymore. Snakes play with fleas, and the weasels and the rats, kinda sucks when you see your friends and family at that. I’m too complacent about what I’m facing, this is why my mind has been racing and pacing. (Hook) [Verse Three]: Just because I’m losing doesn’t mean I’m lost, just because I’m big don’t make the boss. It don’t make me Ross, don’t make me Cee-Lo, don’t make me B.I.G. or Lieutenant Winslow. I ain’t Jay, but I’ll take the gamble, I’d rather be hot like y’all was eating Campbell’s. I’d rather be Carlton, I’d rather be Marlon, I’d rather be myself for the humor I garnered. I’m fine being weird, I accept that, if you ain’t with that, your perspective is wack. Back to back, it’s still me, I make the same attack, it’s from a new chapter, then I fade to black. Lot of battles, lots of fights, lost some friends, had some nights, up all night, thinking if, I was wrong or I was right. I get my point across, I got my point across, I’ve got it now, good now, I use a special force.

[Intro]: This goes out to my siblings…I love all y’all…who says blood makes you family? [Verse One]: A house don’t gotta be a home, those ones you love don’t gotta be your own. Blood don’t make the fam, it’s all about the love and hugs through the tightest of jams. 2001, got the stepbros, knew it from the start that I’d let people know. Had these dudes named Brice and Jabri, didn’t think I meet one with the same name as me. 2002 had my little bro, Jaylon, did a little wailing, but I hear what he’s saying. Little man learning, call him Smart Guy, he’s got the power to be so wise. 2003, met my sister, Nadia, started rocky, now we cool like audio. 2004, it was pretty official, all the in-between, man, keep it simple. [Hook]: We all gonna make it… We gonna make it, we all gonna make it! (x4) Verse Two: Ain’t no stopping us now, cause we got dreams and things to allow. We got some mind over matter, got a bunch of chatter, talk all day, so we got some laughter. Dreams and hopes just keep us moving, dreams and hopes is what we pursing. Black Brady Bunch, bet you didn’t know it, tattoo it on the sleeve, so I can really show it. We all in together now, birds of a feather, birds of flock, so we really stay together. Any type of weather, any time of day, call me anytime, no matter what I say. Don’t matter the issue, don’t matter the problem, chill and listen even if I can’t solve ‘em. Do what I can, I don’t wanna smother, love all y’all, coming from ya brother. [Hook]: We all gonna make it… We gonna make it, we all gonna make it! (x4) Verse Three: All of us together, call it A-Team, seems like a dream I can’t believe. Still can’t believe how it came about, never thought it’d happen, but I love it now. Half or step don’t matter to me, got Brice, Nadia, Jaylon and Jabri. All I wanna do is spend a little time, talking on the phone or chilling in the prime. Prime of the time, time of the hour, hanging out is sweet, but leaving is sour. Ain’t always around, my love is worldwide, I bring that advice that I try to provide. Got yo’ back like chiroprac, y’all the wolfpack, don’t ever forget that Sibling love, can’t even fake it, believe me when I say my clan gonna make it. [Hook]: We all gonna make it… We gonna make it, we all gonna make it! (x4) (x2)

[Intro (Ric Flair)]: "I'm the World's Heavyweight Champion. Now, for a lot of you people out there, a lot of you don't like that. You don't like the prestige - that I have in life! You don't like the notoriety - you detest the fact - I've got life pretty much the way I want it, understand? Me! Learn to love it! That's the bottom line! I'm the champ! Custom made - kiss stealin'! Wheelin', dealin'! God only knows! You've got to - beat. the. champ! Woo!" [Verse One]: To be the man, you gotta beat the man, you gotta reach my span, you better have a plan. Balboa from Minnesota, better put it in a coda and they shoulda told ya. Face contenders, I waste no time, you in your prime, but the time is mine. Hungry on the beat, ain’t never gotta cheat, ain’t never to retreat, ain’t never for defeat. A loss for the boss? Never goin, not at all. Ball so hard that you suckas all fall. Sucka MCs all hate my attire, sucka MCs just fail to inspire. Y’all wannabes wanna shoot for the prize, y’all wannabes, just blinded by the light. My eyes? Contain no wool, this is big business, it ain’t personal. [Hook (Shirley Bassey)]: Goldfinger...he's the man...the man with the Midas Touch! [Verse Two]: Midas touch, everything is gold, never meant to be turnt way too cold. I’m so bold like your favorite font, I’m so cool, it’s nonchalant. When I get riled up, I’m hotter than the summer, I’m a June, baby! Celebrating with my brothers. Got my sister and my nephew, too, add the homie, Phil, that’s my 6-man crew. They make the man and the DNA, staying top notch like the CIA. Oh you didn’t know? You better call somebody, tearing up the scene and I’m about to get rowdy. All up on it, I can’t even flaunt it, like a debutante, but y’all don’t want it. Had to lay the law, never going for a draw, so I put the smack down, now it’s time to get raw.

I came to bring the pain, the straight raw-ness, I’m on the Xena, so, call me Lucy Lawless. I’m “Flawless”, call me McCool, call me Daniel Bryan, the “Yes” just rule. Don’t tell me “No” when I flow, cause the when the flow just go, the flow ain’t slow. Pick it up for you cats, pick it up for you clowns, pick it up, spit it up, do it in rounds. I had to run, had to dip, had to flip, had to shit, had to stun, had to rip, had to grip with the wit. Wise with the monkeys, but I see and I do, got my ears and my eyes like the coup done flew. One flew out of the cuckoo’s nest, I remain so humble, glorious and blessed. You’d be hard pressed to find one like the son, the glorious, notorious, the prodigal one. That Old Thing Back like it never left, hit a right, then a right, then a right, that’s a left. Good Morning, the city never sleeps, the city never dies, the city never peeps. It’s Time to figure it out, the clock’s on the wall, you’re bound to rise or you’re bound to fall. Rock Star lifestyle, might not make it, Big City, Bright Lights might just take it. Don’t stop, won’t stop, we get down, we like to party, rock it down. So, What You Gonna Do? Complain? Sit in the rain? Dwell on the pain? My crew Just Chillin’, chillin’ like a villain, chillin’ with a billion with a wonderful feeling. But we Been There, Done That, we already won that, flava in ya ear and I’m big, call me Big Mac. Bars are too fat, you Can’t Stop It, lay the Smackdown, you can’t drop it. Can’t top it, what do you see? Mr. Cult Of Personality! The man, the myth, the son, the gift! The bro, the friend, ain’t gotta pretend! Gemini, Two-Sides, Minneapolis, Southside, been around this town, graduated with Tiger Pride. Jazz Attack, crucial, they gave me the removal. I was under refusal, came back brutal. The legend never died, it flourished and cherished, hoping to cruise in that horse and carriage. Going places, succeed, never flunk, I stump in the trunk, walk it out like UNK. Had to bring that funk, that good, that awe, had to come back in the war with The Raw.

[Intro (CM Punk)]: "Do I Have Everybody’s Attention Now?" [Hook (Living Colour)]: "Look in my eyes? What do you see? The cult (cult...) -nality!" (x2) [Verse One]: Look into my eyes, man, what do you see? Do you see the big black man or is it me? Or is it BDaMan or is it Bryce? Hit you with the Heidi Fleiss or the Anaconda Vice! I get so mean like Big George Forman, y’all so boring, y’all got me snoring. Y’all need something new, y’all on the old, I’m on it ten-fold, lo and behold. Ya boy is back, ya boy is here, I’m rapping so cold, not old, have fear. Bringing fear into the hearts and the brains, tearing down the walls, breaking down the chains. I’m going insane like I’m Cypress Hill, I’m on the YOLO, so I’m going for the thrill. We was always living for the thrill of it, y’all was just living to be living for the steal of it. [Hook (Living Colour)]: "Look in my eyes? What do you see? The cult (cult...) -nality!" (x2) [Verse Two]: Came with the fire, came with the passion, came for you and the crew, yes, I’m blastin. Straight assassin, call me agent 47, slick with the grit I spit, Double Oh 7. Call me Bond? Nah, it’s Foster! Bryce Foster - Live long and prosper. Give me an Oscar, not no trash, chilling in the pan, but I see no flash. I’m a diamond in the rough, a diamond in the back, I’m a ace in outer space just picking up the slack. Digging in the scene with the chin and lean, still on the #Winning like the man, Charlie Sheen. That’s the smell of Clean, that’s the smell of hurl, that’s how you talk when you the Best In The World. It’s the end of the world as you know it, show these people your (yo) soul and just flow it. [Hook (Living Colour)]: "Look in my eyes? What do you see? The cult (cult...) -nality!" (x2) [Verse Three]: I’m a cannibal, I’m an animal, Hannibal, Lectur, better guard your nectar. Coming for the seed and the number one spot, still going to the top just to take it to the top. I will never ever stop, I will never ever quit, I will never submit, coming with that wit. I’m too legit, call me MC Hammer, few fans, [got] even more clamor. Oh, the banter? Call me David Banner. I’m going Hulk (Smash!), bout to slam ya! Just jam ya, speakers to the box, [just] causing riots from the Ap right to the Watts. This is revolution, it ain’t televised, it ain’t genocide, it’s intensified. Unidentified, unrecognized, so emphasized, now, you’re petrified. [Hook (Living Colour)]: "Look in my eyes? What do you see? The cult (cult...) -nality!" (x2)

[Intro (Malcolm X – “Message To The Grass Roots”)]: ". . . And during the few moments that we have left, . . . We want to talk right down to earth in a language that everybody here can easily understand." [Hook (Living Colour):] Look in my eyes, what do you see? The cult of personality I know your anger, I know your dreams I've been everything you want to be (oh....!) [Verse One]: Look into my eyes and you’ll see the passion, no compassion, I remain everlasting. Eternal life like a Mortal Kombat, you act and I just react. I know my anger, I know my dreams, almost everything I just wanna be. Be all that you can be is what they tellin’ me, comin’ from the cats who live life off ecstasy. Get back on my right track, my right state, my right mind, wanna chill, live the thrill, sit back and unwind. Lot to go, lot to see, lot to try, lot to be, this is what I can’t be? Ain’t hearing what you tellin’ me! Got the power, got the hammer, call a man Thor, charging in, barging in, hit you with that Gore! Oh, you want more? You know the boy don’t play! You know not what you do, you know not what you say! [Hook (Living Colour):] Look in my eyes, what do you see? The cult of personality I know your anger, I know your dreams I've been everything you want to be (oh....!) [Verse Two]: Came with the ice, came with the nice, threw it in the fire, made it burn concise. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, what I gotta say is a must, so trust. Trust my intuition, follow inhibition, bring your ammunition, gear up for the mission. Life and the journey and the road that is here, take your shot or get lost, straight up disappear. Fade out into black and be so obsolete, trying to get back, but you remain incomplete. Be the leader or the follower, lost with the sheep, can’t get it out your mind, it’s a sign, no sleep. No sleep for the weak or the strong in America, we just all tryin’a survive in America. East coast to west coast, Midwest to the South, they can never shut us down, never shut our mouth. [Hook (Living Colour):] Look in my eyes, what do you see? The cult of personality I know your anger, I know your dreams I've been everything you want to be (oh....!) [Verse Three]: You gave me fortune and fame, and my name, and my soul, and my game. The power in my veins, the blood from the rains, the spirit of the rains to conquer all the reigns. Every person that you see, every person you can be, everyone you can, everyone you stand. People from the past, people from the wrestling, people who deceased and the people who are nesting. Like Punk, Like Austin, I’m a damn rebel, Like Rock, Like Heyman, changing up your treble. Like H, Like Flair, bringing evolution, attitude era, causing revolution. Like Booker—T, straight up G, like I’m Linda McMahon, going straight PG. Like Faarooq and D’Lo, I’m rollin’ in a Nation, going straight “Raw” with a New Generation. [Hook (Living Colour):] Look in my eyes, what do you see? The cult of personality I know your anger, I know your dreams I've been everything you want to be (oh....!)

[Verse One]: I’m here to save ya, but I’m not a savior, watch your behavior when I’m on my Xavier. On the Ps and the Qs, I straighten up and fly right, and it’s so out of sight, like black and white. Color ain’t a thing when you see that flash, and they said I was trash, now I rock like Slash. Put it in a hash, cook it up until it’s brown, please don’t kill my vibe, and you better stop now. Futuristic, homemade, something like J. Fox, coming to join ya like my man, Redd Foxx. I just don’t stop, working round the clock, from school to the work to the music that knock. The music that hit and the music that bang, I can do what I want like it’s my thing. Got the funk, got the jazz, got the soul in the place, got the rock, hip-hop and the bass for your face. The Most Electrifying Man in all of the planet, keys to the kingdom, got the Access Granted. Taking over angels, taking the airwaves, better hide the audio, run to the caves. Silence all the negative, mute the riff raff, snap into a Slim Jim, snip into a Kit Kat. Where you at? Who you wit? We on borrowed time, man, can you commit? To the life that you living and the fate that you digging, who are you impressing? Who you really kidding? Your words are smitten, your style is so bitten, sounding so rehearsed like your words are just written. Words a little slurred, word is the bird. Blurred lines? This is for the birds. If this is for the birds, y’all just breadcrumbs, I preach my speech with my speak in tongues. Break: Don’t think I’m done yet! Bryce Gordon, baby! Verse Two: I aureate, and yet, I’m so blinding, coruscating, no escaping, dappled by the grinding. Fluorescent from the sun that I’m shining with, I’m just glancing and dancing like the beat that I’m rhyming with. I’m gleaming, I’m beaming, wishing and [I’m] dreaming, in my own feelings, so I’m so self-esteeming. Glimmering, glinting, glistering, glistening and glittering, you’re littering! I bet you wasn’t listening! Glossy and I’m flossy like it was only dental, illuminating high like this here instrumental. Started at the bottom at incandescent, went to the top to iridescent. Lucent on y’all clowns in the multiple colors, lucid and so luminous, the word play is humorous. I’m opaque, yet so penumbral, when we shine, we all tend to stumble. Got the prismatic, up the Illmatic, now, I Watch The Throne, in my zone, I Gotta Have It. What you need? Radiant shimmering? My words are just simmering, leaving you bewildering. Open up the spectrum, showing this reflection, seeing my direction to carry my momentum. I got the venom and the juice like a cobra, growing up in the world just like a nova. Supernova, super bass, so supersonic, staying in this thing, so philharmonic. Ain’t it ironic how we try to be iconic? Live like royalty, but go out like a comic. Shooting like a comet, something like a prophet, being real honest, hitting it out of pocket. Corner pocket, scratch that, 8-ball, something like a crash, just gone in a flash.