Hol' Up!

by Jollimus

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With the exception of track 2, All of these were written and recorded in a 56 hour span, in order to assure people that I am not actually done with rapping. The quality of the vocals in each track reflects the number of fucks I gave while recording.

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released April 5, 2016

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Track Name: Fuck I Look Like
Can't believe anyone really thought I'd quit
Cuz I didn't say "April Fool's" and shit
I'll be makin music up until I die
So you can wipe them tears right out ya eyes
Done started too much to give up now
And so I won't, no way, no how
People think I'm a quitter, and that ain't right
For real man, tha fuck I look like?

Sharin my last song was a tough decision
Cuz it sounds like I'm droppin' out tha nerdcore division
Left you wishin for mo', Wait 'til you see what's in sto'
Cuz soon enough you'll get what you're achin' fo'
I'll finally finish that album, soon as I get them verses
No early release, even with pleas well worded
Cuz I'll never get tired of sayin' Jollimus
And tha bar after that endin with bottomless
Cuz I'm a prominent hominid, cognizant of my dominance
See, I'm onymous in this and I'm brimming with confidence
I've pocketed documents to fulfill a hypothesis
As a consequence, I rap tha opposite of incompetence
Send you out on reconnaissance in a gleaming metropolis
Paint a picture of tha Death Star firin' on Romulus
Positive I'm not vomitous, I can bring you to somnlonence
And above all else remember that I make no promises

Can't believe anyone really thought I'd quit
Cuz I didn't say "April Fool's" and shit
I'll be makin music up until I die
So you can wipe them tears right out ya eyes
Done started too much to give up now
And so I won't, no way, no how
People think I'm a quitter, and that ain't right
For real man, tha fuck I look like?

Course I'm making new music, shouldn't doubt that a bit
If you know about Jolli & Friends Cover Tha Hits
Cuz that project dwarfs all the others I've started
And I'm serious about it, won't do it halfhearted
O'er a thousand songs to cover, almost 58 years
Gettin friends to help, that should give 'em some cheer
Of course I'll cover tha Creed and tha Nickelback
So someone else do Macarena, cuz I don't wanna
I don't gotta be terse, feels like I'm rappin' in cursive
I don't care what Rappy said, I won't curse in these verses
I'll do it in the chorus, cuz that ain't any worse
Than stumblin' on a track that you didn't rehearse
Hello Kitty purse, hanging on my arm
I don't care what you think, I do what I want
If I feel like rhyming want with want, I'll do it, I will
You'll call me on it, but you're listening still

Can't believe anyone really thought I'd quit
Cuz I didn't say "April Fool's" and shit
I'll be makin music up until I die
So you can wipe them tears right out ya eyes
Done started too much to give up now
And so I won't, no way, no how
People think I'm a quitter, and that ain't right
For real man, tha fuck I look like?

Now here's the part where I make nerdy references
Except I don't wanna, so pfffft
I do that enough, and I'm kinda bored
Amidst all you nerds, I got tha smallest core
Cuz a nerdcore is tha center of every nerd
Like tha tootsie roll center of a tootsie pop, ya heard?
Mr. Turtle always bit to get into the center
And Mr. Owl is a jerk, this you gotta remember
So he got glasses and a mortarboard, that don't make him smart
And he stays up in a tree, loomin' over you hard
Like Yertle tha Turtle, but in a creepier way
And without making all his subjects slaves
He's not all fancy and fine like Gertrude McFuzz
He don't got feathers aplenty, he ain't causin a buzz
He didn't have the greatest hat to give to the king
And he never saw a thing on Mulberry Street

Can't believe anyone really thought I'd quit
Cuz I didn't say "April Fool's" and shit
I'll be makin music up until I die
So you can wipe them tears right out ya eyes
Done started too much to give up now
And so I won't, no way, no how
People think I'm a quitter, and that ain't right
For real man, tha fuck I look like?
Track Name: Nigga, You Just
Nah... Nah nigga, you just...

Seen a sexy white girl with some off colored hair
And you think to yourself "Damn, she look good over there"
You wanna try to get wit her ova tha weekend
You think you smooth. Nah nigga, you just geekin
You tryna save the world from a tower buildin' madman
Witcha AI girlfriend, and your powers like an admin
You roll up to tha tower lookin to beat Anti
You think you Alpha Riff. Nah nigga, you just high
From Kokiri Forest, Great Deku Tree bound
Wit a sword and shield, you stand your ground
Fightin octoroks and tektites 'til you're numb
Tryna save tha princess and fuck her dumb
Smashin pots, grabbin rupees, mowin tha lawn
Beat Ganondorf so bad, he'll know you're tha one
Savin Hyrule, Earnin' tha triforce
You think you Link. Nah nigga, you just a dork

Ya bones be creakin when tha weather cold
And you think you sick. Nah nigga, you just old.
Got excited cuz you found twenty dollars on tha floor
And you think you lucky. Nah nigga, you just poor
Ladies love ta diss you, but they quick to wanna fuck me
You think it's magic. Nah nigga, you just ugly
I did my best to make this shit all inclusive
You think this song about you. Nah nigga, you just stupid.

You barely put in effort as you go through life
Droppin basic rhymes, end ya next bar with strife
Watchin others put in work, then you take all tha credit
You think you fly. Nah nigga, you just pathetic
Tellin people through song that you got a cooter
And how even tho you got one, you can still computer
You love Old Bay almost as much as Jollimus do
You think you Twill. Nah nigga, you just a fool
Orphaned as a baby and sent down to earth
Did miraculous things that only proved your worth
Made a rich kid bald and now he's evil (Lex Luthor)
In a single bound, leapt the world's highest steeple
Shot a tiny you right outta ya fingertips (stupid superpowers)
Kept your ID secret for years from that reporter chick
When you fly real high, you get confused for a bird
You think you Superman. Nah nigga, you just a nerd

Ya bones be creakin when tha weather cold
And you think you sick. Nah nigga, you just old.
Got excited cuz you found twenty dollars on tha floor
And you think you lucky. Nah nigga, you just poor
Ladies love ta diss you, but they quick to wanna fuck me
You think it's magic. Nah nigga, you just ugly
I did my best to make this shit all inclusive
You think this song about you. Nah nigga, you just stupid.

Logitech Versace holodeck vajazzle buttholes
Claim your dick's like meth, leaving mouths dry and lips broke
Rapping bout dino bj's and fuckin tha rain
You think you lavos. Nah nigga, you just insane
Tha nerdcore Seth Rogen, verses all finished soon
Pulled a gun on a bird cuz it was in ya bathroom
Swear you're an avid drinker, not an alcoholic
You think you Yugen. Nah nigga, you just hyperbolic
Sittin in a kitchen recordin ya raps
Window to your right, computer at ya feet
Haven't really cleaned ya space in a couple a years
Gettin hungry, so "It's pizza time bitches"
Too often rhymin ya name with bottomless
Even when they ain't, ya tracks be about white girls
Enjoy writing verses without bars that rhyme
You think you Jollimus. Nah nigga, you just a bum

Ya bones be creakin when tha weather cold
And you think you sick. Nah nigga, you just old.
Got excited cuz you found twenty dollars on tha floor
And you think you lucky. Nah nigga, you just poor
Ladies love ta diss you, but they quick to wanna fuck me
You think it's magic. Nah nigga, you just ugly
I did my best to make this shit all inclusive
You think this song about you. Nah nigga, you just stupid.
Barely makin deadlines that you set for yourself
Actin like your tracks will bring you all the fame and wealth
Instead of money, drugs, cars, hos, and bling
You rap about robots and power rings
So your friends say they like it. Why should I care?
Will it help me in life? Will it grow you some hair?
It surely won't prepare you for what's in store
Think you a good rapper. Nah nigga, you just nerdcore
Track Name: Stupid
I don't got any ideas about what to write
So I'll just throw some words here, basic rhymes, alright?
Sittin at my computer tryna understand
How tha Last JolliSound could make you panic, fam
Y'all know me, it takes forever just to write a verse
Cuz I rewrite three times, cuz I'm tha fuckin worst
Who could forget Nerdcore Covers: The Tits
Cuz it took two years and still sounds like shit
Two years just to cover a dozen songs
Hundreds of takes and it still sounds wrong
And then tha cookie monstrosity was a labor of hate
And I lazed around on it cuz I'm like, it could wait
Finished recording it at tha Last Nerdapalooza
Got no regrets, cuz it's got inspired tunes
I fucked up on Neals Feels, but I VPC'd right
Now fuck off, I'mma disappear into tha night

Ess Tee You Pee Eye Dee
That's how this shit feels to me
I write about shit I know, and it sounds great
But I don't listen to my music, so whatever
Sometimes I write about shit I don't rep or relate to
Someone told me I shouldn't, but who cares about that dude?
Ish1da called him a cunt, I told him off in song
And then I fuckin moved on

I'mma go outta order, changin habits, man
Second verse is usually tha one I write last
It helps me care enough to fill a three verse beat
And I don't care enough now to make this rhyme

That empty bar? It was full of my apathy.
And I don't give a fuck if you expect more outta me
Cuz I'm Jollimus, and I do what I want
Write a song that's all bars from random nerdcore songs?
Rhyme ass with ass to move things along?
Use a rhyme dictionary to ensure the right words?
End a verse by sayin nigga twenty three times?
Write an April Fool's song but make it sound real
And convince y'all I'm done, it ain't a big deal
Plus, the name of my very very last song is
These faggots ain't nothin but niggery faggots (to my bitches)

Ess Tee You Pee Eye Dee
That's how nerdcore feels to me
I write about shit I know, and it sounds great
But I don't listen to my music, so whatever
Sometimes I write about shit I don't rep or relate to
Someone told me I shouldn't, but who cares about that dude?
Ish1da called him a cunt, I told him off in song
And then I fuckin moved on
Track Name: With Ya Face
Yo it's Jollimus, I'm rockin this, so put it in your ears
A populace, autonomous, and flowin through tha years
Shoved in your esophagus, You're chokin on tha beat
I'd rather stay monogamous, but I can be discreet
I hope you're not idolatrous, cuz that can be a pain
I'll show you a necropolis the next time that it rains
For you, I'd be a sodomist, I mean, if that's your thing
And you can pick the orifice tha next time that we bang
Don't think that you sly girl, you know you drive me crazy
You are all the downsides to choosing to be lazy
I mean, if I stay idle, I can't be next to you
Or participate in any of the things you wanna do
So I'm gettin up, I'm goin out, I'm choosin to be active
I'll do my best not to be tha cause of all your sadness
So Holla @ Some Jollimus, and don't act all surprised
When I disappear at night, cuz I'm livin in your eyes

Even tho white girls are my preferred mates
I won't turn you down just because of ya race
I guess that what I'm tryna say's
Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face
Even tho white girls are my preferred mates
I won't turn you down just because of ya race
I guess that what I'm tryna say's
Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face

Some days I shouldn't be allowed to write songs
Cuz I fill 'em up with bars that are just plain wrong
Like the hook I just dropped, that shit's kinda weird
But let's be real, it's whathever tho
I mean, sure, I coulda picked a less creepy way
To say I wanna make out with you all day
But I'm Jollimus, and weirdness is what I'm about
So can we osculate or would you just prefer to pout?
If you don't want to, I won't press the subject
But please let me know if I've earned your love yet
Cuz if not, you just gotta tell me what to do
And if it's feasible, I'll do what you want me to
I'm just sayin girl, gotta respect my limits
Cuz I respect yours and no, these ain't just clever lyrics
I ain't a bigot or a bigamist, get that outcha mind
Love to watch you go, cuz damn that ass is fine

Even tho white girls are my preferred mates
I won't turn you down just because of ya race
I guess that what I'm tryna say's
Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face
Even tho white girls are my preferred mates
I won't turn you down just because of ya race
I guess that what I'm tryna say's
Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face

Makin love wit ya face is my new saying
Cuz normal shit can't express what I'm displaying
Or maybe it can and I'm bein inane
But you're beautiful as fuck and you got a good brain
People lookin at ya style and wanna be like you
And you always look like you know what to do
You excelled your way through college, you won big on Jeopardy!
And now I'm wonderin if I'm good enough for thee
I'm just a simple black man who does his rappin in a kitchen
And shares his songs with anybody who will listen
I doubt my simple rhymes will ever matter, see?
But at least I can use them for some flattery
When I look at you, I see the brightest stars up in the skies
Have been replaced by that twinkle in ya eyes
Smile or frown, sneer or scowl, you are beautiful
I just hope that in your heart, you'll find me suitable

Even tho white girls are my preferred mates
I won't turn you down just because of ya race
I guess that what I'm tryna say's
Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face
Even tho white girls are my preferred mates
I won't turn you down just because of ya race
I guess that what I'm tryna say's
Girl, I wanna make love wit ya face
Track Name: All Ugly and Shit
Tape dispenser on tha floor, walkin stick next to tha door
Bottlecap goblet is full, but I'mma add one more
Got three cups upon my table, one disposable, two not
And a tiny little fan for when I'm getting hot
There's a hunnit dollar bill, but it isn't mine to spend
So remind me once again why it's in my possession
There's four speakers I can see, and two are portable
And tha microphone I use for my recordin, yo
A 3-hole punch and stapler, different kinds of paper
An x-acto blade kit so I have some for later
Seven tiny Whiskeys, four are Old No. 7
Can of Old Bay to make things taste like heaven
Headphones I barely use, q-tips and lotion too
A depleted roll of painters tape, yeah, the kind that's blue
There's six or seven SmarTrips, but only one that's mine
And it's the only way for me to travel on my dime

Well I came up with a plan, and it started off real great
Then I realized I had too many tracks upon my plate
Sure, one was already written, but it hasn't been three days
And I'm quickly running out of different things to say
But no one minds because I'm Jollimus, and I am loveable
Gonna rhyme that one with bottomless and then get comfortable
Now I'm gonna eat some pizza, then I'll rest a little bit
And get this done without it bein all ugly and shit

Six things you could call "battery", a thing of IcyHot
Which is right next to the modem, it's the only one I got
The router rests atop a tiny piece of furniture
Found in a box from craigslist, it was worth tha journey thurr
One marker that's in front of me, and twenty-some behind
Two Nationals' bobbleheads, and five things that tell the time
There's a tensy weensy funnel, and a binder clip
And a pair of black scissors for when I need to snip
I see two pairs of glasses, one 18" ruler
And looking down towards my feet, I see my computer
Holy fuck you guys, there's a bottle of bubbles
And if I blow them inside, I won't get in trouble
On my windowsill, there's a fish thing made of glass
And in a drawer behind me, there's some pictures of ass
There's a VCR there too, but y'all all knew that
And I'm almost certain in this room I have a hat

Well I came up with a plan, and it started off real great
Then I realized I had too many tracks upon my plate
Sure, one was already written, but it hasn't been three days
And I'm quickly running out of different things to say
But no one minds because I'm Jollimus, and I am loveable
Gonna rhyme that one with bottomless and then get comfortable
Now I'm gonna eat some pizza, then I'll rest a little bit
And get this done without it bein all ugly and shit

I got like three reams of paper, and two printers
Four powerstrips, and a bike helmet for winter
There's a foreman grill resting ass up in the sink
And my KFC cup if I really wanna drink
R2-D2 can koozie, 3 signed baseballs
Cabinets on two, and tile on four walls
Empty corona bottle, I drank it while writing this
Toilet's ten steps away for when I gotta piss
Y'all know I'm in a kitchen, of course there's an oven
With a stovetop and range hood above it
There's a broken 360 signed by some nerds
And some cameras with which to take pictures
Broken laptop, bike lock, star wars pens
Socket set, paper towels, a torque wrench
CVS extracare cards, and a lighter
Some spongebob thing and a pair of pliers

Well I came up with a plan, and it started off real great
Then I realized I had too many tracks upon my plate
Sure, one was already written, but it hasn't been three days
And I'm quickly running out of different things to say
But no one minds because I'm Jollimus, and I am loveable
Gonna rhyme that one with bottomless and then get comfortable
Now I'm gonna eat some pizza, then I'll rest a little bit
And get this done without it bein all ugly and shit
Track Name: Fuck Outta Here
Fuck outta here wit ya weak ass bullshit
Screamin at tha mic like you in a pulpit (Preach!)
Just you got tha itch don't mean you can rap
So just stop, cuz nigga, you is bad
Nerdcore ain't a genre you can claim
Just cuz other motherfuckers said that you was lame
We don't need another Mercer, but thanks for tryin
Cuz tha one we had left all our ears a-dyin
Don't roll up in here and post your music video
If you ain't even figured out how to flow
Just cuz you got a Blue Yeti don't make you good
That's like sayin you're a pornstar cuz you got wood
It ain't about the equipment, it's about tha skill
And your ability to give other people thrills
When you butter up a beat witcha smooth ass bars
And make people you don't know bump it in they cars

Hol' up!
Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid
Wit ya face all ugly and shit
Fuck outta here
Hol' up!
Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid
Wit ya face all ugly and shit
Fuck outta here

Rockin that $5 microphone? Gangsta shit
But your rappin practice, you can't omit
And remember what Rappy says comes next
That triple B lifestyle: Big Buff Biceps
So get pumped up to rap, practice your craft
Cuz if you don't, off tha stage you will get laughed
You'll get heckled and booed, folks'll be hella rude
And it'll leave you with a bad attitude
But don't take it out on them, cuz it's all your fault
For not practicin, but swearin you was hot
In some endeavours, you can get by on force of will
But rap definitely requires skill
It ain't about bars that rhyme, or your giant vocab
It ain't who's badder than whom, or the chedda you stack
Neither tha women you pull, nor tha whip you rockin
If you can't stay on beat, you should just stop it

Hol' up!
Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid
Wit ya face all ugly and shit
Fuck outta here
Hol' up!
Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid
Wit ya face all ugly and shit
Fuck outta here

What up white ladies, you should Holla @ Jollimus
Cuz my love is like my rhymes girl, eternally bottomless
Tho I always use that rhyme, I'm still gon' be proud of it
Cuz if I don't like my shit, then why would I bottle it?
If I thought it was bad, I would hide it from y'all
And if you say it needs work, I might heed your call
But if I trust your opinion, and you tell me it's bad
I'll thank you and start fresh, so goodness is had
If you are low end nerdcore, and I cover your song
I'm showin you how to be better, don't get me wrong
Better doesn't mean good, cuz you're kinda shitty
And if you quit over this, it's a terrible shame
It's such a pity that so many noobs are so quitty
And then expect people to remember they name
To be real, I'm in this shit to have some fun
My followthrough might suck, but I still get shit done

Hol' up!
Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid
Wit ya face all ugly and shit
Fuck outta here
Hol' up!
Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid
Wit ya face all ugly and shit
Fuck outta here
Hol' up!
Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid
Wit ya face all ugly and shit
Fuck outta here
Hol' up!
Fuck I look like nigga, you just stupid
Wit ya face all ugly and shit
Fuck outta here