[NOM verse 1]
My mind take a beating at a round table meeting
With an angel and a demon and the kush that I be steaming
See, I'm beaming, gleaming from cathartic release
Realizing I'm just a part of a piece, I found the artist in me
All on the beat till I fall on the street ‘cause I mob with a fleet
Of deep thinkers like the Harvard elites
n***as knowin' we keep our third eye 20-20
Chilling with your honey bunny getting yummy tummy
And that's even with my funny money
Just call it Chris Rock, this hip hop at its tip top
I'm selling sound zips out of zip locks
Just keep it running like I had a leak
Living my years like I had a week
So you never see me, the flow is Fiji
I be the phantom of the kundalini ever since a preemie
Pull Houdinies on a boppin teenie wicked as a wigi
Out the crib while she watching TV
We them n***as, I know you must heard, that's puopon
Crusading for croutons, where do-gooders get doo'd on
I'm too gone, what you on, I'm three kings, you two pawns
You rue pauls get blue balls before you could ever f** with the new gods
I vocalize, broken ties to the spoken lies
And speak about the world I'm seeing through these open eyes
‘Cause round the city n***as living in hell
Finding work from a digital scale or sitting in jail
And missing they bail, pray to God, know I'm wishing them well
And their story is the one I'm on a mission to tell
[NOM verse 2]
I rap for crack spitters, college kids and trap n***as
No love for snitches or the b**hes who trap n***as
See the streets in quiet, where we live is a f**ing riot
When heart is required ‘cause every day a life is expired
So f** who's the highest, we all children of the highest
Victims of politicians corrupt, political bias
In these days, my own memory is the enemy
And so we drown this misery inside a fifth of Hennessey
Tryna ease a strained brain, see, I start to feel a strange pain
Think the sh** we did just to maintain
Learn to rhyme in '99, that began the f**ing timeline
That would later lead to my divine mind
I figured I would change the world on some Pac sh**
In middle school I was writing hooks on my pop quiz
But now I'm here just tryna get in the game for spitting insane
And reminiscing on memory lane
And why y'all waiting for a person to fall
sh**, I'm just waiting for my curtain to call
And them same lil' n***as that was dirty to y'all
Bout to prove you don't need a f**ing jersey to ball
Bout to prove you don't need a f**ing jersey to ball
This be that raw, rugged sound from the underground
That raw, rugged sound from the
This be that raw, rugged sound from the underground
That raw, rugged sound from the