Tag: nerdcore

Crossing Borders

Posted on by Nagolbud

Laid out on the lawn enjoying the last summer breeze,
cold nights and winter on the horizon hopin’ my buds don’t freeze.

Not sure how much longer I can survive inside this modern day prison,
surrounded by government worshipers and fake christians sowing division.

Can’t do another long winter alone captured by miles of snow,
wish’in I could escape this twilight zone ages ago.

With no one around but my dog I’m left starin’ at the forecast,
runnin’ out of time better make the decision and fast.

Watching my paperwork burn as my plan starts to come together,
packin my bags ready to step through the portal into the nether.

Thumb up hand on the leash they’re shifting down we got another ride,
hitch hiking with my best friend as we run up to the passenger side.

Another cool cat helps me out with food and a bed,
but I’m not always lucky on the road some nights I dread.

One night every hotel doin’ me dirty with their no dogs allowed sign,
can’t leave’m out in the cold or I’m a bitch with no spine.

A race against the weather my wool blanket is our only protection,
sleeping behind dumpsters hoping to avoid 5-0 detection.

Another long day we make it to a beautiful river in Texas,
sun setting as I’m cleanin’ our paws connectin’ to the nexus.

One last stretch of dessert on the way to the Mexico,
comin’ from Wisconsin look’in pale as an eskimo.

Better take a bus for the last bit of highway not tryna get burned,
lying to Greyhound my boys’a service dog ridin’ first class not concerned.

Pull’en up to the border town at 4 a.m. prepp’in our entrance,
tryn’a nap on the bridge before we claim our independence.

Lookin’ back I can’t help but see the rot and decay,
thinking about the sacrifices all I can do is prey.

But it’s just the price I pay,
destiny is callin’ me,
open up my eager eyes.

Walk’in up to the first guy I see and ask him for directions,
greeted by a big smile and broken english I’m makin’ connections.

Livin’ with a family that owns an internet cafe,
fix’in their computers an enjoying a free place to stay.

Spend’in my days with the abuelo sweep’in the street,
sellin’ clothes outa the patio chat’in to the beat.

My spanish was terrible but we still connected,
sharing his food and time with me he was highly respected.

Tossin’ tortillas to my dog had him smilin’ ear to ear,
headin’ out of town after a month lookin’ up with a tear.

Off for the jungle makin’ friends along the way,
friendly people and good food nothin’ but love on display.

Blown away by the beauty of the jungle and ocean,
swimmin’ in cenotes and lagoons feelin’ some kind of emotion.

Every time I try an leave fate denies me,
wavin’ me back to Mexico like an aggressive referee.

Got me livin’ in a welcoming little beach community,
good vibes we tradin’ plants an animals with impunity.

Working together the last few years watching it grow,
lookin’ back at the USA as they partake in the election game show.

Cheesin’ over what color tie their slave master is wearin’,
wait’in for the president to save’em I’m laughing and starin’.

Headed to the beach for some fishin’ without permission,
no permits or government approval catchin’ meat without admission.

My ducks and chickens takin’ over the streets in search of food,
like a gang they’re running the corners scoping out yards to intrude.

No one calling the police on my rooster for singin’,
gettin’ on my purpose bright an early when-he starts ringin’,

Sometimes the grass really is greener on the other side,
but they never mention it only happens when sacrifice and faith collide.

Time to stop debating with the matrix and get back to creating,
whether another country or your back yard you’ll find an adventure waiting.

Embrace Your Inner Troll

Posted on by Nagolbud

Hey gamer,

Pick up your creativity off the floor,
it’s time to embrace your inner troll.

Society trying to remove us from the scene,
avoiding the ban spree like an internet submarine.

Torpedo’s locked and loaded ready to take out the base,
thinkin’ we’re evil that’s just not the case.

Tryna silence our voice with this keyword censor ship,
3 2 1 time to give it my all and let’er rip.

All these normies riding the system in that reinforced hull,
lookin’ like a carnival cruise line every room full.

Don’t question the narrative the media doesn’t lie,
they only give facts and truths don’t even try an deny.

Time to wake up ta reality before they start culling,
grab ahold of the rope a tug o wear and start pulling.

Watchin’ ya sink we pullin’ souls from the water like it’s the Titanic,
don’t be scared though kid the trolls are here no need to panic.

When you’re able to jump from their boat we’re ready,
pick ya up in our troll powered spaceship holden’ in it steady.

World wide collapse being televised with imminence,
watchin’ it all unfold ya stuck in cognitive dissonance.

Forced to attack the system with our metabolic hyperbole,
lyrical IED’s strapped to our chest we comin’ at ya universally.

Got our factory pumpin’ out war ships for the armada,
wrappin’ around their throat like a 20 ft anaconda.

We’ll use our depression an anxiety as ammo,
smoke ya on the battlefield like a stick of tobacco.

Fearless warriors harnessing their inner wit,
troll army rollin’ out in force and you can’t stop it.

Soldiers with an IQ higher than your credit score,
world on lock down we about to join the war.

Like the Vietcong we’re underground preparing,
radio cranked up got that cringe core hip hop blaring.

Target acquired we got eyes on their weak spot,
holes in the armor we’re busy lining up the red dot.

Ban one and we’ll show up with our html browser powers,
fake accounts and bots we’ll be plowin’ the cowards.

Bury em under the fruit trees use’in em as fertilizer,
leave em beggin’ for water in the God’s internal fire.

We weren’t meant to live in social solitary,
so grab your application to the troll military.

All hands on deck we’re at war with the elite,
time to get on your feet and turn up the heat.

I’m the CEO

Posted on by Nagolbud

I’m the CEO and you’ll do what I say,
doesn’t matter how many politicians I gotta sway.

Pump your phone full of propaganda til ya change ya tone,
like a good little citizen you’ll always obey my throne.

Subconsciously you won’t even realize it’s idolatry,
as you start to follow the beat of my archaeolatry.

Virtue signaling as a vegan you protest to eat herbicide,
meanwhile society is starving like a modern day genocide.

Monsanto, Apple, Nike we’re all the same things,
just one man behind the scenes pullin’ the strings.

President Red or blue doesn’t matter they’re both my bitch,
controlling the media narrative like a modern day witch.

Don’t bother just leave your conspiracy theories at the door,
if we needa we’ll drop another cointel pro for the poor.

World on lock down we’ll start to round up the dissident,
can’t blame me either because you were complicit-in-it.

Hop on my yacht and go for a cruise in the Caribbean,
watching the news laughing at your mouth covers, stupid peon.

Now go get your vaccine so I can add another digit to my account,
don’t worry if you can’t afford it I’ll give ya a discount.

Best part is if something goes wrong you can’t even sue me,
if you knew the truth I’d probably be hangin’ from a tree.

Don’t worry though I paid off the mayor and his police force,
drinkin’ beers with senator as we hit balls at the golf course.

Already sculpted your mind to my desire like potters clay,
only thing left for you to do is submit to me and obey.

I’ma clean out your bank account like your ex wife,
Call me Papi, Daddy, I’m the CEO and I control your life.

Only taking orders from the Pope to maintain the secret,
my Freemason henchmen workin’ day and night to keep it.

Flashing their devil horns for NASA on command,
mention this online and we’ll make sure your banned.

Got ya jumpin’ an clappin’ for your own mental enslavement,
in reality my boots holding ya head down to the pavement.

All twisted up in my version of the stockholm syndrome,
eatin’ up every word the television gives like it’s honeycomb.

Caught ya starin’ at the headlights on the highway like a deer,
and I’ma keep injecting society with more and more fear.

Best thing you can do now is just ignore this song,
go back to lookin at chicks on Instagram in’a thong.
last thing I want is some peasants like you thinkin’ they’re strong.

Kabuto the Python Dis Record

Posted on by Nagolbud

Yeah I got my headset on,
lets try and do this nerdcore thing.

My rhythm sucks and my lyrics are bad,
my flow is that of a stagnant pond’s lily pad.

Can’t let that stop me from joining my clan,
10 years too late I think It’s been cancelled man,

We gotta find a way to bring it back to 2009,
front of the library with my nerdcore hip hop sign.

Whether we need a time machine or just a good beat,
time to poke the python til he gets on his feet.

Can a snake walk I guess we’re bout to find out,
not here to play games with a viper for clout.

Slingshot loaded with lyrics ready to fly,
clipped and clean like a Japanese bonsai.

Take off that anonymous mask and step up to the plate,
hiding like Mark McGuire during the steroid debate.

Acting tough I’ll hit ya back to the garden of eden,
ridin’ around in your geo metro on 1st thinkin’ your speedin’.

Look at you on social media simpin’ for women,
puckered up like you’re suckin’ on a Mexican lemon.

Heard you gave up nerdcore making kids songs for Nickelodeon,
bro time to grow some legs an step up to the podium.

So toxic ya hidin’ under your bed while tryin’ to write,
I’m worse than the troll in Skyrim you were too scared to fight.

Like a mongoose my receptors are immune to your venom,
actin tough as ya sag your yoga pants made of high quality denim.

Drop’en the hate like a shootout in saints row.
finish ya off while I bury your career with my back hoe.

Maybe you’re too old now I don’t wanna pick on the elderly,
peanut butter and raisins your rhymes always lack the celery.

Got ya position dialed in with the long range mortar,
meanwhile ya bankrupted as an only fans supporter.

When ya gonna learn dude these hoes ain’t loyal,
got ya on the ropes beggin’ like its a battle royal.

A couple of titties and ya let her clear out the vault,
standin’ in the driveway left chewin on some asphalt.

Don’t be fooled by the avatar I’m a stoner with attitude,
have you switchin sides callin me papi sendin’ pics in the nude.

But before I go there is one more thing I gotta say,
I’ve got nothin’ but love this was just some nerdcore foreplay.

Peace

City Farmin’ Movement

Posted on by Nagolbud

Hey man I heard you were curious about city farmin’,
why don’t you pull up a seat and we’ll get to learnin’.

Starts at about 5 a.m. when my rooster starts to croo,
if your neighbors are cool there’s will be too.

Sometimes it sucks when I stay up late playin’ games,
but I can always go back to bed after feed’en’em some grains.

It’s not about pets but real eggs that can feed my family,
relying on grocery stores and government will always end in tragedy.

If city farming is against regulations that’s a human rights violation,
want to arrest me for having a city farm then take me to the station.

Thinking these regulations give you an excuse for maltreatment,
I really give no fucks for your silly HOA agreement.

Gonna fill my yard with pineapples and carrots,
leaving you at the boardroom to gossip like parrots.

I’ve got no time for your cucked out mentality,
and if you keep pressin’ me you’re gonna see some brutality.

Just delivered another baby sheep in the street,
don’t even have to mow my lawn they keep it real neat.

While you’re cleaning your yard to perfection,
I’m pruning my fruit trees with affection.

I’m a city farmer gonna fight your regulation uprising,
look out’ our communities have already started organizing.

Ain’t easy you gotta have huevos bigger than your gallinas,
can’t let them come at you tryin’ to steal your freedom like hyenas.

But if you wanna get your hands dirty you’ll see life improvement,
its as easy as joining the underground city farmin’ movement.

You could even get a incubator and become the momma,
baby ducks following you around like your the Dalai Lama.

When their poop mixes into the roots of your plants,
you’re mind will expand as you start the city farmer dance.

They’ll even eat harmful bugs trying to feed on your fruits,
and it’s quite cute when they shake their tail kissin’ your boots.

I’m a city farmer through and through and I’m not the only,
to be honest can’t live in the country as it get’s quite lonely.

I like tradin’ plants and animals with the neighbors,
if only the government didn’t attack me with their lightsabres.

Forced to become an outlaw just to have a city farm,
that’s the regulation uprising and it’s time to sound the alarm.