[Intro - Freestyle]
Nemesiidae... on a Specialists beat
Bringin some pessimist speech
Got a membership of AMC
If it ain't evident, how I'm about to level it... weap
Voltage... yeah
[Nemesiidae]
Man I only choose to be white, cause it's ironic
As soon as the people spot it, they're like
("That wigga flaunt it")
Not really, I'm an artist with bars, leaning
To far-reaching, stars, ceilings
Honest, promise, I'm in drawers reaping
The conflicts of not bein home, Parcheesi
God please be, keepin track of my hip hop life, I can't
Playin my odds like, card dealing
It's odd seeing, how different I'm looked at for the skin I live in bitch
[Hook]
That's some sound, Nemes
You better count blessins
Hetero, cissexual, male genitals
White skin, height n, presence known
Yet hip-hop really don't want my message shown
Tried to power me down, but then I let it grow
So here's the boldest... voltage
(Never no) postage, wired up (lever? No) homeless
Severed bro foments, letter-four sources
[Bridge]
These hands grip the mic, sung about my experience
Chris Hanson Dateline: young but fuckin serious
Be rancid, take lives; race with Nem - delirious
Don't bring it up I'll buckle you down, fuckin swear I'm serious
[Nemesiidae]
I got my light skin
Not chained down I bite like Mike Tyson
Bring race round, sign a die license
My face flour, I'm pied pipin
Say I'm a rat, I ain't humble - it's a fact I don't mumble
I ain't black but won't stumble, you better attract some more stubble
Call me a wigga, one more freak time
You can all be delivered, to some strychnine
Hardly anyone raps in this town, should be room for me, kin-sized
But dull motherfuckers always wanna restrict shine
Everything that I do is part of a hip-hop life
Women, drugs, and missin family in a pissed-off light
This voltage is hocus, cause I'm white it's gotta be lies, right
I'm probably nice, for even thinkin that you better apologize twice