[Hook]
This isn't hardcore, this is for the art dorks
Theatre geeks, and comic book losers, and all the smart sorts
This is for the tabletop dice-rollers and poetry readers
And every nerdy kid who's still reppin' the art form
Join the Nerd Corps, here's your application
Join the Nerd Corps, you know we're all waitin'
Join the Nerd Corps, you know we're coming through
So listen up, here's what the corps can do for you
[Verse 1: Adam WarRock]
Start a website
Start a blog, too
You like hip-hop?
Alright we got you
So now these rappers talk about my sk**s like
"He's alright, but he's not real"
Go ahead and talk about how Adam never paid his dues
Your business model's all worn out like my favorite shoes
With your little local scene and your wack-a** crew
Don't even ask to do a show when I'm pa**ing through
And just because I speak on comics and rap
On bombing these cats, be honest
What's your problem with that?
So now you wanna talk on how you could do better
Rocking your throwback Snoopy iceberg sweater
I'm a postmodern gangster, ironic half-stepper
Rapping for a living cause my momma never taught me better
Cause this is hip hop, just not the stuff you're used to
We're like the ultimate version of the Juice Crew
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Adam WarRock]
I know, I used to hate being labelled as a nerd MC
I grew up trying to shake the labels others gave 'em to me
'Dork, geek, loser, chink, gook, idiot'
Stones will break my bones, but words still hurt a little bit
That's why I listen to Wu-Tang and Redman
Discman batteries eating up as quickly as they can
But I grew into these size elevens easily
Rocking open mics and freestyle competitions, see
These days DJs settle the score with beats by Bad Spella and C-64
Which gave me room to freely express myself some more
And show that nerdiness deep down in my core
And now I'm stronger at the mic than ever before
And pretty soon you're gonna get an Adam CD at your door
And to all those dudes used to make fun instead
Their chicks are wearing WarRock T-shirts to bed
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Adam WarRock]
First, we offer freedom of expression in our bill of rights
Rap about whatever you want to, use your inner light
Two, you can wear whatever uniform is comfortable
Rocking Birkenstocks and a poncho if you wanted to
Three, you can be any color or race
Do whatever you want and rap to any other's taste
Four, make sure your fans don't even like rap
That's fine, cause these days fans don't even hide that
Number five, you can even use big words in your verses
Every audience member is checking their thesaurus
Number six, do your best to rap and rhyme it to the beat
That's a loose requirement, best left to the elite
Number seven, only do shows in crappy dive bars
And let local acts open up who really try hard
Number eight, make the music that comes straight from your heart
And support independent art, support independent art