[Intro] Let Me Let Me Let Me Let me, let me, let me, let me, let me [Verse 1] Let me take you back to '05 I was so damn young and I spoke my mind I came at with some tracks Hardly making a splash And then a dude making a movie Wanted me in his cast No time flat, E-mail from a stranger! Looking back he probably should have come with a disclaimer He said his name was High-C He was a big fan of me He could make me talk to a celebrity He was making accomplishments, the best of the best Heard some samples and I told him wasn't feeling the rest Said so in public, everyone was aghast And little did I know That even I couldn't rap [Hook] It's a movement, it's a genre Repeat and repeat like a mantra With our five-dollar mics in our basements All over the world, rocking ma** stages We saw legends go, we saw newbies go Never would I guess how much this thing would grow But the way it started, yeah I don't see how But that was Nerdcore then, and this is Nerdcore now [Verse 2] But then immediately it got me some enemies [?] was a dick and ever since just wasn't feeling me They had a psycho little buddy would call me on my- "Why are you so fat?" Dude that wasn't polite And that's when me and Router teamed up Because everyone on the internet was calling her a s*ut Just like everyone else I thought that she was bada** Hindsight's 20:20, clearly that didn't last, but She was worse, Hell - it hadn't made sh** [?] I focused on the board before anything else It said I got a little popular so that didn't help Damn, with my first gig, we tore up the [?] [?] [?] RT was mean and Router, she was a [?] So finally I said "alright, man I've had enough" [Hook] [Verse 3] I just started working more and more More geeks, more tracks, more hype, more [?] More kids in my inbox asking me for raps [?] didn't sign no contract Met my heroes, now we're all good friends Said I should go tour [?] like the rest of them But no matter what the place where they hated my guts My mouth, my brand, my size, my nuts, right? But it all went better than expected We all apologized, now we're just [?] respected We were all just dicks, and we were all just kids And that we'd all just smoke and drink away our sins And everything gets a little better Any minute we could pop, like a shook up Dr. Pepper Dude, kids look up to me What makes it more crazy, we owe it all to High-C [Hook (x2)]