DLSHWKS Lyrics

They say I’m Nerdcore… 
Like I give a fuck about a name, when it’s just another word for 
The same thing they’ve called me for years 
For a group who refused to be pressured by their peers 
We live our life by our own accord 
And hope one day, maybe we can hone the Force 
And yeah, we’re lonely dorks, but you’re pieces of ghosts 
And maybe someday, you gon’ feel me when you’re ceasing the dose 
I took the red pill, now I’m seein’ shit crystal 
Speak it from the heart, all y’all cats remain distal 
I’m the alpha, omega, and kappa, you’ll find 
That we reside in 4D if you give us the time 
Because we’re next gen with this, mas infinite 
I thought I told y’all, we was unlimited 
I wonder when you cats going to learn 
That we were geek chic long before you coined the term 

Yo, I’m back, bitches, turn the beat up 
The cats who’s V.I.P. at the Glee Club 
So put your hands up if you think jerks suck 
Go on, everybody, throw your DualShAwks… up 
(Haha) Turn the beat up 
The cats who’s V.I.P. at the Glee Club 
So put your hands up if you think jerks suck 
Go on, everybody, throw your DualShAwks… up 

And yeah, we’re Nerdcore, it’s just a name for 
People who gank Horde, just to start a flame war 
That’s what I aim for, so there’s no shame for 
People who know my Patronus is a Rancor 
You see these nerd cats? This is energy 
You see this nerd rap? Its simple synergy 
I’m so cold, I’m causing heat damage 
I contradict laws of thermodynamics 
See, we the future, and this a movement 
We come in force, so they measure us in Newtons 
And we’ll surprise ‘em, we gonna rise up 
And make sure the impostors have to wise up 
Shunned in high school, now we’re admired 
Dissed by women, and now we’re desired 
You hate on us because we’re MIT 
But y’all them no-name chumps like the MIB 

Yo, I’m back, bitches, turn the beat up 
The cats who’s V.I.P. at the Glee Club 
So put your hands up if you think jerks suck 
Go on, everybody, throw your DualShAwks… up 
(Haha) Turn the beat up 
The cats who’s V.I.P. at the Glee Club 
So put your hands up if you think jerks suck 
Go on, everybody, throw your DualShAwks… up

It's Doc Awkward, I'm one of the sickest writers
I get under your skin like pseudofolliculitis
And I shit on biters, cause I'm a dope flow killer
Show thriller, got foxes hot like Mozilla
There's no iller, I'm parsecs beyond
The reach of your voice when you finally respond
The flame to your tome, the turks to your rome
I'm thinking you should go and make the leap back home
You fucking with the doctor I aint talking Sam Beckett
I'm fucking cold-blooded you aint even near tepid
It's manifest destiny, your can quit testing me
It's a cold day when I let you get the best of me
Quantum Leap project change is the object
 Move up and upgrade the game is the prospect
A fucking pioneer trying to elevate my raps
You're an ankle biting bitch just nipping at my scraps