The inventor of the crossover
Big boss of the geeksta revolution, son
Champion of the Dungeons & Dragons
Lord of the Ring that Frodo Baggins
Making the nerd a level to aspire to
And you can't see my tracks ain't on fire fool
Put me side-to-side with any artist on the market
And I'll put them down, face first in the carpet
Down with the nerd lingo be the new lingo of the street
Heard it last year to an NES beat
Now all the sudden, no longer a freak
Sport that shirt that you bought at ThinkGeek
When I say D12
You don't think of the rap clique
You think of the row that will swing your stack quick
Gathering like Magic
YTCracker, greater than asterisk
Shows to the WOW and my global army
My peoples in China all gold farming
You're the man now dog, n***a stole my bike
And it's become a Call of Duty to Counterstrike
Cause when I said LOL, or OMG
There weren't even burners to burn CDs
Vi to edit, gzip to embed it
Type man command just in case you didn't get it
Think of Prodigy and you grew up on the spot
Think of AOL and you check the mail you got
You didn't know Archie you didn't know Gopher
You didn't play MUDs weren't a newsgroup-hoster
But I'm the poster child of a slipped connection
Before high-speed was even mentioned
Use ToneLoc to scan my city
Making lunch boxes like Hello Kitty
Phreak with the phone tapping Colonel Sanders
719 we set all the standards
Underground phonebook, check the archive
Anarchist Cookbook still on my hard drive
Every quest switch we dial and drop
And every free phone call on any COCOT
Saw it all happen like CVS
Got on the teller like BBS
Fidomail for communication
Ripping ANSI for animation
Played lord as a door and I hacked Tray Warez
See me up on the fours all-time high-scores
Before your time I cemented my legacy
Long before these ba*tards'll be begging me
Zero-day exploits and warez on V.92
TCF was The Chosen Few
Back to the air get a little sentimental
You didn't have the Rolex presidential
Film blocks of the nerd rap essential
As I said before b**h, I got credentials
If net-credit was a FICO, I'm 850
And I make the capital like the shift key
Nerd life on the stomach, cradle to the grave
IDE, I'm the master and you're the slave
You'll never forget my telnet talent
And that's Fox news boy, fair and balanced
I'm the most sk**ed nerd rapper ain't none higher
Nerd rhymes hot fresh out the dryer
I'm so scuzzy with the SCSI
Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy
That I can spit rhymes with the toughest brothers
And still play Glory like Sally Struthers
Spamtec fan the plan the man
Protect your boxes and hop on your LAN
Three deep knee deep in this sh**
Eat breathe bathe and sleep in this sh**
MySpace pimp and DG life
With game like this, who needs a wife?
Still cool, but that's where it ends
Now yodel at a nerd, and bring your friends, yeah