[Verse 1: Nemo]
Strict wickedness lasher, no blunt passer
Hopped in the game and did my own thang, and ran past ya
Past tense, n*ggas already asking bout my accent
Because I'm black and act like a cracker, f*ck that sh*t
I spent my last cents on a steel bat and mask
And a pad so I can continue journaling my actions
That n*gga Nemo was a Padawan at rappin'
Until he grew up, blew up, got n*ggas 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*t, we gonna make that change
n*ggas always f*ckin up sh*t, 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*t go gold yet?"
And I ain't even got my ass into the studio yet
This sh*t 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