I'm On - Verbs, Nocando

Instead of stalling like Joseph, I push forth

Look dork, Hella brolic, flow so melancholic

I’m broke so instead of balling, I’m just feeling better jotting

Make sure the cheddar dropped is crazy, see the flow

About time you heard a track with VerBs and 'cando

Determined to burn just like the wicks on the candle

Keeping it hood just like the WICs and the canned food

You’re the illest but you can’t prove it

Your role models will vouch for the damn music

Long as my pen’s moving continue to improve it

Even when improving it sounds like the Benz fluid

I’ve been awesome, represent the swim squadron

I’ve been gobbling beats just like cheap lobster

Now, plus I got chicks rocking a smile

Lowball, been around the map, been around the pad

Now this nigga’s about to smash sets craziest

Hands, get em up. Scream until they wreck tracheas

Pan left, pan right, pan up, see me

Respect cadences and what

Beck Thavius beats, it’s all startling

Get your fucking limbs up, throw in all cartilidge

Flow so marvelous, gotta say it twice

It’s my time to shine, gotta pay the price

No caffeine, no booze, no THC

I’m buzzing right now boy, but don’t freebase me

Fuck a punchline, my bloodline’s got PHD

And men who engineer planes for lock head, and child please

High school diploma, no college degrees

Rappers with brain floods talking even bothering me

I got pyramid builder poppin up in my jeans

It erupts from my seams interrupting my dreams

Some folks heard a new rhyme and thought niggerish images

Live with this idiot, primitive lyricist

We evolved way back, I was a braniac

So remember bitch, your genesis was Jimmy’s leviticus

Nah nah nah, homie here’s my new testament

Thall shalt be fly without rhyming like shoe specialists

If your album’s about what you’re wearing all fall

Your music video might look like a debutante ball

Now I’m caffeinated, high and drunk

Wearing some kind of dunks that look like hawaiian punch

Holding me down cause I used to feel fly as fuck back when I tied the chucks

Dressed like a punk, hip hopper roam in my town

My name is Nocando, if you’re familliar then you’re family now

The rapper that you love is probably rocking some of my hand-me-downs

I ain’t calling them swagger jackers, saying I’m a swagger hatcher

Taught them how to swing like bagger vance when they were backup dancers

Y’all ill but chill homie, we’re way doper

Okay soldier, get a makeover and stay sober

Stop complaining about your miserable little hang-over

You play possum, we play vulture, nigga game over