[Verse 1: Nemo] Strict wickedness lasher, no blunt pa**er 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, f** that sh** 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 sh**, we gonna make that change
n***as always f**in up sh**, 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 sh** go gold yet?" And I ain't even got my a** into the studio yet This sh** 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