[Intro]
Let Me
Let Me
Let Me
Let me, let me, let me, let me, let me
[Verse 1]
Let me take you back to '05
I was so damn young and I spoke my mind
I came at with some tracks
Hardly making a splash
And then a dude making a movie
Wanted me in his cast
No time flat, E-mail from a stranger!
Looking back he probably should have come with a disclaimer
He said his name was High-C
He was a big fan of me
He could make me talk to a celebrity
He was making accomplishments, the best of the best
Heard some samples and I told him wasn't feeling the rest
Said so in public, everyone was aghast
And little did I know
That even I couldn't rap
[Hook]
It's a movement, it's a genre
Repeat and repeat like a mantra
With our five-dollar mics in our basements
All over the world, rocking mass stages
We saw legends go, we saw newbies go
Never would I guess how much this thing would grow
But the way it started, yeah I don't see how
But that was Nerdcore then, and this is Nerdcore now
[Verse 2]
But then immediately it got me some enemies
[?] was a dick and ever since just wasn't feeling me
They had a psycho little buddy would call me on my-
"Why are you so fat?"
Dude that wasn't polite
And that's when me and Router teamed up
Because everyone on the internet was calling her a slut
Just like everyone else I thought that she was badass
Hindsight's 20:20, clearly that didn't last, but
She was worse, Hell - it hadn't made shit
[?]
I focused on the board before anything else
It said I got a little popular so that didn't help
Damn, with my first gig, we tore up the [?]
[?] [?]
RT was mean and Router, she was a [?]
So finally I said "alright, man I've had enough"
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I just started working more and more
More geeks, more tracks, more hype, more [?]
More kids in my inbox asking me for raps
[?] didn't sign no contract
Met my heroes, now we're all good friends
Said I should go tour [?] like the rest of them
But no matter what the place where they hated my guts
My mouth, my brand, my size, my nuts, right?
But it all went better than expected
We all apologized, now we're just [?] respected
We were all just dicks, and we were all just kids
And that we'd all just smoke and drink away our sins
And everything gets a little better
Any minute we could pop, like a shook up Dr. Pepper
Dude, kids look up to me
What makes it more crazy, we owe it all to High-C