[NOM verse 1]

Okay I’m feeling never better, smiling in whatever weather

Break a cigarella, sour deisel to the cerebellum take me to the never never

My flow is higher, had to set my goals higher than gold wires in vogue tires

I do it for everybody trying to live and learn

Those who've lived less years than their given term

Even when that heavy table that you sit at turns

Living hurts but I hope you never get your vision blurred

I give em twelve bars, they geeking off the first 8

Music from the soul it was with me at my birth place

So I start to feel a beat when it first plays

Lines in my mind inner twine like a first date

I’m out here rapping for a people and cause

It’s deeper than bars, I’m trying to even the odds

And so I’m out here on a ladder trying to reach for the stars

And hit these people something deeper than scars

Yooooo

[Boycott verse 2]

Listening to Low Light we just living that low life

Preaching to my girl while she’s sitting doing her toes like

It dont matter what you do it only matters what you know, right?

It’s funny when you're new, they treat you like you have no rights

Broke down Mercury coming down the avenue

Nigga with an attitude, tell me what do I have to lose

Besides my dignity my enemies and tacky shoes

These girls wanna be hoes, well go ahead I ain’t mad at you

City on my back I got my heart on my sleeve

They put the world on my shoulders I almost fall to my knees

Inhale Smoke in my lungs a nigga can hardly breathe

And money all on my mind, too bad it’s not in my reach, damn

I’m looking in the mirror like it couldn’t be

I’m turning into what I swore I wouldn’t be

Becoming bitter with the ones I know I shouldn’t be

They say they know what’s up, it seems they only hold me up

[NOM verse 3]

The gargantuan anakin to a mannequin

I’m flowing like I should have coined the phrase rhyme rambling

I'm time channeling, through the golden times quoting rhymes

Poking dimes like a nigga did it in the older times

I slay a team of rappers with a book of matches

I'm cussin' and actin ratchet while waving a heavy hatchet

New school voted favorite guy to get high with

Ferris Bueller I cut class to do fly shit

Red bone, five six, high heels, white hips

Save a hoe side kicks, cuffin all my side chicks

Damn, still under viewed, that’s undebated

Ever since the underoos used to being underrated

But I was winning even back in my humble beginning

I was born pure, guess I just had a hunger for sinning

But as of lately I rediscovered my mission

I figured i had a vision and followed my intuition

Been levitating meditating writing like a mad man

Out metaphorically giving rappers the back hand

These just the trials of the black man

Headed towards the promised land, rapping in the bad lands