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LOT (Deluxe EP)

by Nomis

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1.
Atlas 03:39
I ain't written a sixteen in what feels like centuries Twenty bars plus every time that’s how it feels it's meant to be No plaques up but if we’re talking skills they mention me At least they should though It's possible I'm still a little salty, best believe I'm good though Interject the laws of cause and effect overstood those Understand, my aim was to do good and not just do well They're underhand for the hundred grand Teaching my son, to be a man from the son of man To make a plan and to never try to stunt on fam I'm heavy on wax, 200 grams And only write during naps, so I'm focused right now Shot my own vid at home, I'm in focus right now My inner faith found a dinner plate in letters made of Scarlett Bought a new interface I'm in Focusrite now Beats, bars, scratching, running the boards Pick one or become as useful as the blunt end of a sword That’s what they first told me when I wanted to record I choose them all and shouted “blasphemy!” Swiss Army knife will hack them all Because these times they are a changing And to be a jack of all is actually mastery Last to be asked to be a feature since I leveled up Y’all don’t wanna wrestle with the creature But for now, I’ll gladly sit back and be the teacher from the Atlas Was dying my back blown from The Atlas My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No) ‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas Was dying my back blown from The Atlas My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No) ‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas ‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas ‘Cause I’m finally back home I travel to a whole other plane, than most cats be on The next nebula and realm way past beyond The mission Apollo, a paradox to follow ‘Cause to blast off the path you’ve got to splash the lawn Plant then water it, the grass is gone, God grows it to polish it On my Nasir call me Nasty Nom Listening to Nom is like , listening to “Nom is Like" Preemo was my teacher so they're listening to Nomis like, "whoa" I was birthed from the old school, learn from these young bucks Unearthed in these Pro Tools The Middle ground, it's crazy we ain't so little now Bewilderment has changed into pity My idols have fallen, and haven't stopped complaining since Diddy You be angry I'll be claiming my city O’Side Ya’ll resurrected the Oracle Gentrification made my location unaffordable I bounced, V-Town, San Marcos, room and board I fold the booth up Thank God that the Atlas is portable On some broke rapper steady chasing my dreams ish The birth of Malachi steady making my dream shift These hospital bills they ain't cheap But the Gospel can heal, so there we placed our worries and leaned it When the sky fell at least then it seemed it But my Rock provided way more than I could ever have dreamed it in the Atlas Was dying my back blown from The Atlas My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No) ‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas Was dying my back blown from The Atlas My spine and my backbone will finally crack? (No) ‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas ‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas ‘Cause I’m finally back home in the Atlas Your boy forever hungry so I made a plate I’m married to the message you can save the date Soundscapes provided now by KDaGreat Your boy forever hungry so I made a plate I’m married to the message you can save the date Soundscapes provided now by KDaGreat
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Batmobile 03:55
Black man back with his Bataram From back spins to back packs to count streams and data scans But I still value paying dues & respect What’d you expect, I did 4 albums with Sev Statik in Mattapan I’m rivaling magic from Black Adam’s hand I’ll serve them all, I hit the cave, just need a day to battle plan 40 years in the desert, that was a savage land the prodigals returned They brought the fatted calf and gathered fam Black man back in his Batmobile Black man back in his Batmobile I struck a nerve when I began to structure words Encouraged a change up in these burbs, to disrupt the game But y’all rejected me foul, so here we are now You’re asking for the cowl and the mask, but you’re stuck with Bane Made your bed so now you sleep in it I’m keeping it a buck and change, I’m raw Tell Clubber Lane to tuck his chain Ante up, candid, you landed in famine Was handed the mana but prayed for the fame, now you’re stuck with shame Black man back in his Batmobile Black man back in his Batmobile Black man back from the watch tower The God body will march, within these dark hours And it hurts me to see some of these Pro Life advocates are back when I know that ya’ll don’t watch ours Protect the life in all the aspects, all the facets, including them who tend to be oppressed The mentally depressed which includes criminal enemies We’re sinful mortals throwing stones, end the penalty of death Death to the penalty of Death Give them life Death to the penalty of death Give them life That’s the hill I’m willing to die on I’m repping M.C. Escher but I’m still into Krylon, full of irony The pilgrimage I’m on, has led to people pillaging my lawn A cowardly mob mentality, only way they’re willing to try Nom Your negative vibes are building an ion I’m charged up, resisting corrupt systems like Ali for killing in Saigon They labeled him “traitor” then later named him “the greatest” I’m jarring now but long term my status will be an icon Black man back in the Mobius chair, I seek the knowledge of humanity’s fall Then ask it how rarely will the story be fair It said, “you won’t comprehend ’til you’re restored and then rewarded as heir”, crown me Daggers in my back, absorbing the stares I came to terms, speak then learn to keep ignoring their glares I’ve taken shots for taking stands but continue proceeding Until I’m seated with Frederick Douglas in a warriors chair, crown me Black man back in his Batmobile Black man back in his Batmobile My final destinations the final restoration When we are glorified, can’t nothing on this earth defeat us My true seat is at the feet of Jesus, face down I ain’t fit to lace up his Adidas, crown him They say I’m following white mans religion And that me followings a white mans decision Well before slavery, before Constantine, we met the God of the Bible through Solomon and Moses man listen I stay faced with the hate, but he gives the vision Wait, bitter is a way to live but then you get a prison When I compare my platform and what I make That directly correlates to my rate of recidivism
3.
HOOK: We labor but the clay is made of babble Bigger the brick, the deeper we get Watch it all return to gravel We labor but the clay is made of babble Building a brick is digging a ditch Watch it all return to gravel We labor but the clay is made of babble Bigger the brick, the deeper we get Watch it all return to gravel Give me the loot Everything created in the end returns to gravel Everything created in the end returns to gravel So king come restore the morgue To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that’s the tug of war Nomis: Hand to the plow what we're building now's the pinnacle Hands of the proud, legacy on earth is minimal In general I infiltrate in intervals Step one be humble cause to mumble futile words to me is criminal My issue isn't clinical, best believe it hurts though The rehearsal of this verse an empty works can be identical So king come restore the morgue To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that’s the tug of war I push forward with my best foot Them ten thousand hours been devoured, got the west hooked The power to make change, rectify brains to just look Few accolades but game recognize game, I'm Westbrook, I'm good with this Killing pages after that I'm killing stages back to back This feeling is contagious but can't save us from the aftermath So king come restore the morgue To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that’s the tug of war I wrote to crime stop, in hindsight my mind thought I'm finite Only the limelight could be my pine box Maybe it was thine lot, I'm wrestling it's messy ‘Cause Investing all of my might in mics is my blindspot King come restore the morgue To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that’s the tug of war HOOK: We labor but the clay is made of babble Bigger the brick, the deeper we get Watch it all return to gravel We labor but the clay is made of babble Building a brick is digging a ditch Watch it all return to gravel We labor but the clay is made of babble Bigger the brick, the deeper we get Watch it all return to gravel Give me the loot Everything created in the end returns to gravel Everything created in the end returns to gravel So king come restore the morgue To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that’s the tug of war Jeremiah Bligen: Its like I walk a fine line between harlot and hope Souls at war, hands callous from clutching this rope Should I give away all I have and then live as the poor? Or accumulate all I can, and then go and get more? If all is vanity is anything a worthy endeavor? I pray you order my steps to the appropriate measures Look at all the extremes, missing the forest for trees It is the heart of a man, that is deceived or believes Look how we grovel at gravel, look at the lengths that we travel Pass on ports of solid ground, to sink for a status Never ending race to never end will make a fool of us all And it’ll all pass away unless its done unto God May doubt not keep me from seasoning, where I ought to be leading Knife in back, not to act, two sides of the same treason so yeah King please come restore the morgue Put the earthly kingdoms before the Sword, thats the Tug of War Lord may my focus be true, to be remembered by you Not immortal to men while eternally doomed Don’t always win when I tug and the spirit I grieve Trust a seed of faith’ll move mountains of Sin off of me A synagogue full of greed, you flipped tables with speed I am a Temple, and I pray you do the same within me, Indeed So King please come and put the sword To any earthly kingdoms that’s taking form Lord keep my soul HOOK: We labor but the clay is made of babble Bigger the brick, the deeper we get Watch it all return to gravel We labor but the clay is made of babble Building a brick is digging a ditch Watch it all return to gravel We labor but the clay is made of babble Bigger the brick, the deeper we get Watch it all return to gravel Give me the loot Everything created in the end returns to gravel Everything created in the end returns to gravel So king come restore the morgue To place an earthy kingdom before the sword, that’s the tug of war
4.
The mouth cried aloud that he can’t see The eye never gave him a response ‘cause the eye couldn’t speak The mouth cried aloud that he can’t see The eye never gave him a response ‘cause the eye couldn’t speak Growing up, black kid in a white church The only black kid in my class, without a catalyst to site worth White speakers, white preachers Black History from white teachers, Who taught me that white people oppressed by a Kingdom, They revolutionized and won a fight for their freedom The stories of their glory, their valor, and their bravery But all they taught me about my people here was slavery Imagine what that does to the psyche To teach that none of the heroes of this life will look like me Unintentional, sure but it’s still manipulation Though the implications are frightening The idea that ideal is counter to what’s founded in my little cells Urge a black child to act counter to his inner self Less worth, skin of the curse, live from the citadel On God, that’s a lie from the pit of hell So when you look at me and all you sees an eyesore Apparently I’m worth enough for Christ to die for Lies when you say you don’t see color These brothers mean well but when you say that we shudder More lies that the devil has told Because for you to not notice my complexion was never the goal You bring beauty to the table, I just bring a different kind of it Honor it, acknowledge it, and don’t pretend we’re blind to it The time for it is now, for us to elevate our interests Embrace them, and engage them, then celebrate the difference Ayo it’s time to become intimate 'Cause long term this new earth, our time togethers infinite Our timeline we stained it with division But that all changes, from every tribe and every language Imagine in the afterlife A full choir of angels but only half is mic’d Or God holding a prism, shinning light through every precious stone given Then he veils a couple gems and now that rainbows only half as bright That’s crazy ain’t it? Well we can reconcile now, bring heaven to earth, yo we don’t have to fight Make peace with body Be as diverse as those of whom we minister, if you ain’t down for that you’re sinister 'Cause every member of the bride yo he remembers her The eyes and the mouth of the Author and the Finisher The mouth cried aloud that he can’t see The eye never gave him a response ‘cause the eye couldn’t speak The mouth cried aloud that he can’t see The eye never gave him a response ‘cause the eye couldn’t speak The mouth cried aloud that he can’t see The eye never gave him a response ‘cause the eye couldn’t speak The mouth cried aloud that he can’t see The eye never gave him a response ‘cause the eye couldn’t speak
5.
Nomis: I stopped sharing my ideas with peers who were visionless The feel in my soul, lies solely where the decision is A foreigner to lines about coroners and dimes But the formula to rhyme I’m indigenous The Sioux tribe I used to study them, invaded by some bloody men seeking freedom of their own But that’s as asinine as building a home by finding countries that are already inhabited and claiming you discovered them Kingdom Sareem Poems: Who do you think that you are? A King, Queen, Gangster, or hoe? Ghetto superstar rolling heavy in dope man blow Aspire to be more, materials the depiction Most of what we see on the outside is fiction Listen, that enter friction is the truth of how we livin’ Many drown it out with home remedies & prescriptions If we would fix in on our own enter struggles We’d be able to hear God say that this world don’t love you Love runs too and never from We posse weird for smartphones looking hella dumb Freedom comes and we squander it Living life as carbon copies out here claiming that we’re to legit My people split, hood rich or simulation  Slang or entertaining, 9 to 5 be that plantation Looking for 40 acres & a mule keep waiting That stimulus check about to be your only stimulation, gone HOOK: Descend from the original man The teachers of the art and the dance The keepers of the ark will advance Your speakers are the mark of our stamp Descend from the original man The teachers of the art and the dance Your speakers are the mark of our stamp The keepers of the ark will advance Nomis: Slaving away, another day of this grunt work Pray for the rain ‘cause the rays of the sun hurt Scars and the cries, for every single star in the sky we can see But only one brings me comfort To live in the north I salivate But daily gotta calibrate to cope while I envision the ports I’ve heard the stories how they live in New York And we’ve been dancing to that rhythm in short, we’ll never give in of course Because (Royalty), seed of the king, seed of the soil we’ve been seated with the seraphim An evil so deep seeded no matter how many share with them It seems to me that never will this era end Remember the Alamo, never forget 9/11 You tell me to forever mourn the life lost They built shrines to the veterans But tell me just to let it go, when I speak of times of the terror then They pair “American” with “wine and unleavened” But mentioning heritage they call dividing of the brethren Kingdom, the denying and lying is trying To bear, so I’m biding in Reverence To build bridges or to burn them? I wrestle with that There’s a war that’s nestled beneath my sternum I’ll forever be a vessel for the Learning but y’all ain’t got ears to hear
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7.
Open Season Lyrics Joe Ayinde: Peelin' off in the whip like the skin of a slave, I’m timid cause// I remember when in my venomous days my sinnin’ was// Centered on a seemingly infinite phase but I find// God in the now and give Him the praise...Glory// And you can have it either Kanye or Christon// I ain’t here debatin’ whether Kanye a Christian or// Not, the kettle Black and culture lickin the pot// Hot potato with the shot and I’m a chip off the block, I Ruffle// The, eehhh...that’s too obvious...a bluff’ll// Pull ya card if you thinkin ya flow is godly it’s terror in// These hands you finna get smote, hear ya music, be like// “Meh”, it’s part of being the GOAT, these artists ain’t even// Woke, Sleepin while the history repeats// You bout to have to start spittin over beats// And I’m the best that I know that is not a toss// So go and tell your top chef that I got the sauce J. Crum: I don’t believe your twisted face and all your fake bravado I’m from the place that shake ya voice up like an old vibrato who really wanna start a war vs me and mi hermonos  former felons all they smiles look like el dorado I know they fearing the melinated in monte Carlos  it hard to swallow to know that God can move in the hardest hollows he took my sorrow and flipped it to hope for my tomorrow changed my creed and motto 4 deep with all my desperadoes Crum the villain he been a menace to y’all elitists double ya stripes I’m k-Swiss to y’all adidas the snake defeated that wicked credence has been deleted ouu mighty Jesus he beat the grave and left satan leaking meaning he beat him up catch me leaning my feet is up had to clean him to redeem us and now we sing like Anita does let the meter run we don’t king your kongs we gon speak these psalms til his kingdom comes we know we the ones Nomis: An East African sun, that solidified my decade as a dread knight we celebrate the living cause we recognize the dead might see life a little different, if you bled might seem like the missions actually possible Red light, green light (toast) I hit the gas with the fear of passing the Babylon Cause that’s the power they built the Tower of Babel on Stuck in a battle on to put trust in the gavel, on a saddle of corruption They build until the gravels gone Burn the remains of the ruins never salvage them Sin begets more sin revenge created Galvatron Shower Nom with blame, but claiming I ain’t nice Is like saying that Bourdain dont be traveling... HOW LEBRON!? over their heads that’s a UFO suitable to body anybody any studio Check the Atlas, your presence is removable, The gift of gabs a Christmas bag the listener just removed a bow If loose lips sink ships, then I’ll remove the boat Talk amongst yourselves on who’s the greatest but remove me though The tongue is a rudder better panic, another Titanic is sinking cause you took for granted the words that you utter, and it Has some repercussions, for the masses So think before you send for reproduction or to mastering A massive influx of pageantry, has sent the good hiding While they’re mad I bring you good tidings of joy From his majesty, a good guiding avoids cheap tricks but employs good writing The measure is divine So never claim I’m better in life, just more clever with the rhymes Un-severed from the vine, we’re together His word it serves as a tether, we’re birds of the feather (flock) Unearth a treasure that I call “hope & reason” but the games changed, we’re hunting now… OPEN SEASON Czar Josh: They ask, Benz or a Beamer  I be like Neither I’m a dreamer  Coolin in Louisiana  Drippin like Katrina  Word to my shawty  She creole  She got that flavor  She righteous in her heart  But prone to ratchet behavior  Bringing that ghetto news to your city, state, or populace  Like George Stephanopoulous I’m unrivaled in my consciousness,  On some honest ish,  I’m Like money making Mitch, can’t quit Just check the documents, I’m rawwww My fit black, my Jesus brown, my whip red, like my redemption, I’m dead if I ain’t get it, I said That heavy is the head that wears the crown, and I am the CZAR I sit amongst kings and rub elbows with pharaohs, ergo I think different, I sit different,  I rock different  I’m like Gayle King, unbothered with it Anyways, You a slave to my  rhyme book’s pages only the real recognize the greatness,  I’m here for ages Thomas Iannucci: I do not have friends, only admirers If you want this smoke, you need fire first I bring the fireworks, you more fyre fest And now you’re screwed like ja rule with the IRS But I digress, think it’s time for you to call it Man you took so many shots you look like an alcoholic (Punch drunk!) if some punk thirsts for knowledge Imma teach them a lesson even worse than college You gon learn today, man, I ain’t playin no games I am slayin those lames, imma stay in yo lane I do not entertain, I just remove the stains And the shame that you left on the games good name This was open season but it’s time for me to close it I flow so cold I just left this beat frozen Oh, and one more think for before go It ain’t a freestyle if you read it off your phone! Shiwan: Man I just pulled up knock the door on your residence  I'm killing all these beats but I'm telling you hide the evidence  too many rappers thinking they better than uh simmer back  we eat the living word why u still be drinking through similac the seed is in us we bringing that bread of life like pedridge farm  we sending that desert storm so scary like red alarm  full of tempting looking in your soul like Rihanna  I don't need ya Got Girl not a cold thotiana  Only God Gave me lyrics I'm letting the flow swirl  I'm like Jay mixed with Kdot then drake and then Cole World  and I ain't talking bout climbing to stay up to par Cole  I'm like turning On the grill get the fire and charcoal  you know God directs my path to see clear you get the visine  I'm turning west flicking through these ultra light high beam Don't talk too much but when I do they listen with the side lean  been baptize it's all in the rinse then next the dry clean

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Historically, Nomis has always functioned as a sort of Swiss Army Knife creative. From Producing, Writing, DJing, Mixing, and more, Nomis has his hands in all facets of the music he shares with the world. There is a level of thought and intentionality that goes into his entire body of work. But on his new project, “LOT”, Nomis decided to change as much of his creative process as possible, just to see what the results would look like. “LOT” is the first project from the Oceanside native that he did not produce a single song on. Furthering the process change, Nomis listened to each individual instrumental and then proceeded to begin writing. In an attempt to showcase his raw thoughts and expression, he engaged in no prior song conceptualization. This album features guest vocals by Jeremiah Bligen of NFTRY, and Sareem Poems of the legendary LA Symphony crew. The production side of things is handled by KDaGreat. “LOT” is the summation of Nomis creating in a fashion both unpolished and unfiltered.

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released July 10, 2020

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Raps & Scratches by Nomis
"Tug Of War" Guest Raps by Jeremiah Bligen
"Royalty" Guest Raps by Sareem Poems
"Open Season" Guest Raps by Joe Ayinde, J. Crum, Czar Josh, Thomas Iannucci, and Shiwan

Production: KDaGreat
"Sir Wonder" (BandCamp Exclusive) Production by Clypto
"Open Season" Production by Fabe

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