Watch Your Back

[Verse 1: Nomad]



Simple, keep the tempo like Trujillo keep it metal

Or caudillos leading fellows follow me into the meadow

You're careened towards Geppetto where your dreams get turned to jello

Are you real in wooden hell though?

Just a puppet to the temple

Or the church and hear the cello

Or the organ it's so foreign just the noise chills

Creepy mellow



[Verse 2: Nomad]



I lubricate the music state and fuse it by deducing claims

Of spitters blazing through the flames

The critters just protrude your brain

Controlled by other losers' shame

You let yourself be fooled by fame

The wielders switch but tools the same

So feel it bitch, that groovy stain

Of funk that's misconstrued as sane

A chump with shoes and moves and Bape

Who tells you and your crew, "OBEY,"

I'll pass on brand and screw the name

The hypocrite inside obtains

Supreme, it's clean and scream he may

Seems it's weird and mean to say

But fuck hypebeasts, not smooth but gay



Sorry Harsaheb, haha



[Verse 3: Nomad]



The method is perfected by refining all the steps, it's

A simple form of message

This rap's a recollection

Of words inside my head since

You n***as want me repping

My friends and my collective

I did it in this sentence

With verses, they're impressive

Instrumentals that I'm wrecking

If I'm mental you're a phrenic

Of Schizo yeah I meant it

Premier but you in second

Look weird and plus you smelling

Of course I represent it

Cause my presence is a present

So respect my bars, they're heaven

And I'm just in adolescence



[Outro]



This is the part where I should probably like, sign off...