WOAH

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