Basically, just some nutty shit. A Caveman's Gangsta. A Nemesis solo joint for the CW Mixtape. The beat was made by Loak (known as LoakLock on soundclick).
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Story behind the song
Written and Performed by Richard Cromwell AKA Nemesis Beat created by Loak (Loak Lock on soundclick)
Lyrics
It's a caveman’s gangsta, fuck it I'm a beast
beat you over the head with a club at the club till your restin' in peace
I'm not hesitant these, rounds of lead will release
and part your head like the red sea their deadly at least
part your wig like a brush or a comb
I'm a nut, I'll cut your face off and use it to cover my dome
I'll run your home like fuck sanity, hand me the tech homie
fuck it, I'm talking to myself, I don't get lonely
I pistol whip phony's
call me crazy
but I'll spray techs until it all looks hazy
like fuck what you stand for
your frame is weak
we operate on my grounds, I’m the land lord
how dare you speak
the underground cave dweller
I may sell a grenade to a strange fella if he pays well
I enslave hell and beyond
I can put you in your grave before I finish this song
engrave my initials in the pit of your arm
get rid of your arms
they’re no use to you now
you can’t shoot through this sound barrier
I bound you with lines
I’m out of my mind
floating, looking down from the sky
bitch I see the doubt in your eyes
like how can he fly
well guess what homie, it’s not a dream
abstract thoughts that seem
logical when times are not to keen
like busting a glock for cream
I’ve got to be mean
to get your attention
destroy your apprehension
deploy my active vision
get in your nervous system
until your nerves is twitchin’
I prefer to mention my motives
so I’m not offending the voters
after they lend me their voices
representing your choices now
throwing my voice around
venting it poised and proud
unrelenting the noise is loud
the shits banging quit your playin’
do you comprehend what Rich is sayin’
mythical mayhem
get kicked to the pavement
this is a slave ship
let me walk the plank
but those words hit so deep that it stopped and sank
what the fuck am I talking about
I’m talkin’ bout walkin’ out
on this bullshit
no bullshit
just a pulpit to speak from
as I seek some clarity
merrily on my way to solidarity
or dismay on this day of popularity
a way to stop the caring they’re preparing to display
just because it’s expected
but what’s the directive
is this 2 minutes of nonsense
or is it constant sense to hit your subconscious
I’m nauseous with knowledge
ready to spew
with a machete or two
to make confetti of you
paper back books
your not hard bound
what makes your heart pound
what’s your start sound
that really gets you going
it’s like diarrhea when I spit shit
and get to flowing
it’s liquid, you kids should get to rowing
be aware of the current
it can be a deterrent or a form of encouragement
observe with intent to take words and invent
until your heard when you spit
