[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...