They say I’m Nerdcore… Like I give a fuck about a name, when it’s just another word for The same thing they’ve called me for years For a group who refused to be pressured by their peers We live our life by our own accord And hope one day, maybe we can hone the Force And yeah, we’re lonely dorks, but you’re pieces of ghosts And maybe someday, you gon’ feel me when you’re ceasing the dose I took the red pill, now I’m seein’ shit crystal Speak it from the heart, all y’all cats remain distal I’m the alpha, omega, and kappa, you’ll find That we reside in 4D if you give us the time Because we’re next gen with this, mas infinite I thought I told y’all, we was unlimited I wonder when you cats going to learn That we were geek chic long before you coined the term
Yo, I’m back, bitches, turn the beat up The cats who’s V.I.P. at the Glee Club So put your hands up if you think jerks suck Go on, everybody, throw your DualShAwks… up (Haha) Turn the beat up The cats who’s V.I.P. at the Glee Club So put your hands up if you think jerks suck Go on, everybody, throw your DualShAwks… up
And yeah, we’re Nerdcore, it’s just a name for People who gank Horde, just to start a flame war That’s what I aim for, so there’s no shame for People who know my Patronus is a Rancor You see these nerd cats? This is energy You see this nerd rap? Its simple synergy I’m so cold, I’m causing heat damage I contradict laws of thermodynamics See, we the future, and this a movement We come in force, so they measure us in Newtons And we’ll surprise ‘em, we gonna rise up And make sure the impostors have to wise up Shunned in high school, now we’re admired Dissed by women, and now we’re desired You hate on us because we’re MIT But y’all them no-name chumps like the MIB
Yo, I’m back, bitches, turn the beat up The cats who’s V.I.P. at the Glee Club So put your hands up if you think jerks suck Go on, everybody, throw your DualShAwks… up (Haha) Turn the beat up The cats who’s V.I.P. at the Glee Club So put your hands up if you think jerks suck Go on, everybody, throw your DualShAwks… up
It's Doc Awkward, I'm one of the sickest writers I get under your skin like pseudofolliculitis And I shit on biters, cause I'm a dope flow killer Show thriller, got foxes hot like Mozilla There's no iller, I'm parsecs beyond The reach of your voice when you finally respond The flame to your tome, the turks to your rome I'm thinking you should go and make the leap back home You fucking with the doctor I aint talking Sam Beckett I'm fucking cold-blooded you aint even near tepid It's manifest destiny, your can quit testing me It's a cold day when I let you get the best of me Quantum Leap project change is the object Move up and upgrade the game is the prospect A fucking pioneer trying to elevate my raps You're an ankle biting bitch just nipping at my scraps