Verse 1 Wild nice, little bit of flare Soft all stars stalked out with a stare Soft niggas really went hard this year So I keep the 'hate' fresh given arms to bare Groove velvet, under the scene and chase wellness Out loud with a grin and can't help but. . . Bug hard on the scene like thrown objects Living out for the means with no concious Turn words into portraits fast Chase scenes nah'mean? When the moment flash Thoughts on blast, at last a new shift! Radio raps type 'gay like fish sticks' Roll with the picks, isolate the scorers And bust scabs in their face when the spit hit raw Us we trust, a must when the snares be leaking Yeah I'm a 'hater' and it bares repeating Chorus: Ham on rye! Soul on the side! Fresh pair of kicks goddamn I'm fly! Ham on rye! Soul on the side! Scuffed up Vans goddamn I'm fly! Ham on rye! Soul on the side! Brand new Nikes goddamn I'm fly! Ham on rye! Ham on rye! Ham on rye with a little bit of mustard Verse 2 Real in the culture switch game to alter Swing blades with a little bit of salt bro Demonstrate and I give 'em what the fer? Maintain with the ordinary extra Murder vision got the lames in spite They the absence of sick? Like dark with light Strict to the line, defines me well When it comes to the present, not hard to tell Noobs hit the net its largerly fail Typing tough with them keys, when its real they bail To lift reasons, cynic with the bliss of course Killing mics on the thorough for shits and sports Meaning. . . Fresh at worst, and thirst why we came-o Broke or rich give a what what you claim, yo Declaring war on the scores of the lame-o's Big Shell well in ya set let it bang though! Chorus: Ham on rye! Soul on the side! Fresh pair of kicks goddamn I'm fly! Ham on rye! Soul on the side! Scuffed up Vans goddamn I'm fly! Ham on rye! Soul on the side! Brand new Nikes goddamn I'm fly! Ham on rye! Ham on rye! Ham on rye with a little bit of mustard

We chase fight on the road man Straight bent when slightly hold and New speak far reach, far reach, on each get a grip or you'll lose control then Follow if you choose to go, playback to relax your soul Then line state of mind, state of mind, but I rhyme on a dime and I'm primed to blow UP. . . and I won't go pop Graf ink from the bottom of the bottom. Can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, won't stop, can't stop, But I rock til i got em! Eye to eye minds view in a tribute. All live on display what I give you From the center of the middle, in the middle of the center Here's a glimpse of the steps that we've been through Wild nice post haste. For the ills straight up no chase Been blessed for a minute, been blessed for a minute But I'm sinning because I never go to waste Few sips to control the statis, couple puffs and I'm feeling wasted When the sun don't shine and the view birds eye Bitter sweet but you hardly taste it On the facts of life, so and so trying to fuck tonight He said, she said they both misquote when they spoke but their not the type But they still do it any way. And out there somewhere when the song plays You're remembering again all the things that you did That you'll never do again, and you'll never get to replay

Verse 1 Mountain peak cascade, chicks look adorable.  Yeah its mostly white but the rents type affordable Blue skies grayer than the shades of Miles grooving.  Rocking single speeds on the streets to keep it moving Flossed out in Schwood wear micro brews everywhere but I'm drinking Rainier when my pockets getting kinda bare Looking out the window, higher than the tall trees.  Trooping Mt Tabor getting fresh off the wind breeze Walking. . . In the winter time its wet often.  No time to get depressed I'mma roll and you can spark it. Spirit of the city blew my mind when we was talking. Said she digs the roses and the plight of the artist Well. . . had me hooked from the first kiss Went to Jakes Famous got a drink and had the crawfish. Broadway bridge lean gliding in the bike lanePuffing on expression as I cruise through the light rain. Chorus 1 Out getting nice downtown and want a slice? Sizzle Pie will Do you right.[And they Say Rip City!] Walk or ride a bike, you could drive or take a hike. But you'd better dig the rain [And they Say Rip City!} Girls looking sweet, it don't matter their physique, type nice with vintage brains [And they Say Rip City!] Pacific on the coast mountain high here's a toast you can get it how you want it [And they say Rip City!] Verse 2 Now I'm out in Hawthorne shopping at that Red Light Thrift store pimping getting fresher for my night life Head to Bagdad Cafe on the tip low Jet to Fresh Pot for macciatto's. . . I sip slow Amped on that caffeine, catch me at the north parts Went to Mississippi for a drink and hit the Bar Bar Garden State food cart? Too many to choose from When you feeling hungry gotta bust it on the yum yum Over Mt Hood, inspired by the sunset Penning love notes to barristta's over. . .Glide like Clyde to see the Blazers and the Sixers Sidecar 11? Happy hour? I'm a fixture Max high tripping up to catch the day fade Spirt 77 keep repping when the the Trails Blazed Burnside Bridge. . . leaning in the bike lane Puffing on expression as I cruise through the light rain. Chrous 2 Down at Powell Books getting lost in the text and keep it moving on the MAX [And they Say Rip City!] IPA the legend and it summers real well. No humidity exact [And they Say Rip City!] Rad to the max Trailblazers be the squad. Every night a different flav [And they Say Rip City!] Pacific on the coast mountain high here's a toast. You can get it how you want it [What ya say Rip City?!?!?!?] Lyrics written by Kenneth Masters for Jetset Wordsmith (ASCAP)

He don't even know her name but could tell she's branded No tatts you can see, and the ass? outlandish Killer belle looks make them all get man-ish As seen in the crowd whether drunk or standing Wild for the night. So wrong its all right They all want to flirt, she jerks them out of spite On the floor, lean and get pinned on hardly Loose with her thoughts and she's acting gnarly Face in the crowd, drink in her hand Pay her own tab, don't have a man Talk like a scholar and she walks like sex pot Girl got craft and more game than an xbox Think spice with a little hint of cinnamon

Verse 1 Taylor could get it swift and Lindsay could get a lick And you could add sara ronson if she's digging the dick From the bed to the floor, Demi be wanting more Menaging out with Nikki and licking the chooch raw Paris got bigger feet, but get her between the sheets And she's trying to grab the came and take it to porn mode Sasha Gray's bold like stick it in any hole Birth chamber or you're banging the shitter to make her moan Huh, Thandie Newton sweeter pill with a kiss Angelina look sex with them ready made lips Take Scarlett on the flip, grab J-Lo by the hips Eva Mendes lol'ing when I motorboat them tit-tays Stacey Dash? on the real you could have me And Shay Maria yo I'll break that ass nasty Kristen Stewart you can get up on the team these are just a few favs of my dirty pretty things. . . Verse2 Taylor Mommsen you can act pretty reckless But we all know its a front so you made the no sex list When it comes to Snookie? Nah couldn't take it Even if I bent her over so I didn't have to face it Does 50 need the press? Or is that nigga crazy? I couldn't fuck with Chelsea back then or on the lately Christina Aguilera gained weight and got a gut Lil Kim lost a step and her face is bugged Brittaney Spear going hard like she needs that cash Buy yo, she could still get it, because she's got a fat ass Octo-mom likes to keep it in the press Bet her nipples stretched out and her puss is maaaaaad stressed Micha Barton needs to eat a couple steaks Rumer Willis on the real, needs to fix her whole face Winona Rider hot? Yeah till she got it older No to Gaga cause she got a schnozola!