[Verse 1: Nemo]
Strict wickedness lasher, no blunt passer
Hopped in the game and did my own thang, and ran past ya
Past tense, n***as already asking bout my accent
Because I'm black and act like a cracker, fuck that shit
I spent my last cents on a steel bat and mask
And a pad so I can continue journaling my actions
That n***a Nemo was a Padawan at rappin'
Until he grew up, blew up, got n***as like what happened
Let me explain, I learned from Hodgy and Left Brain
And Tyler and Earl, the world is gonna know my rap name
This rap game turned into shit, we gonna make that change
N***as always fuckin up shit, geuss its a black thang
Switch modes, because this flow is gettin old
Lets talk about the tapes I haven't sold, and sides that ain't unfold yet
I'm sitting here like, "did my shit go gold yet?"
And I ain't even got my ass into the studio yet
This shit is taking too long, I got a beard now
It feels like I been sitting here waiting for bout a year now
I admit that I fell off, but I'm here now
And came back with the same flow, but more wierd now