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Atlas
03:39
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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
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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
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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
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Know Eyes, Know Mouth
02:54
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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
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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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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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