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nomis [rapper] - west coast shottas lyrics

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verse 1 (caps the elusive):
my mind just came out of orbit
absorbed game as a teen
with dreams
of reaching heights of a delta plane
screaming
“we are not the same!!!”
cut from the cloth of a 90’s polo tee
with a 5 panel lo hat and infrared 90’s
back packs with raps, black books and fat caps
but if your bags didn’t have that
then our hands wouldn’t slap
see we gave little dap to those outside our group homes
shot poems through barrels of pens before cellphones
with a no clone policy, ill originality
there’s no need to race
when you live and operate ahead of time and sp+ce
(you work at your own pace)
i’m from the еra of pen playas and humble brags
back when rеdbones was handing out them body bags
back when pound for pound illest
was more toe tag than sick hashtags and we’d “peddle, peddle down the foot hills” on our black mags

verse 2 (sojourn):
when talk is weaponized
i make sure the target of the hard hearted get marked for life when i let it fly
one day the gun play won’t be as entertaining as it is draining but until then, the shots will keep reigning/ (raining)
either way, i write a way to weigh heavy on the brain to uplift the mind so when you hear me spit a rhyme the ballistics bless in a mystic fresh fashion, fitted with passion to address the masses with that action
minus the lights and camera
the grammar is the hammer so when i strike it’s more mighty thor than bullet bore through the body how’s that for crowd movin’?
it’s gettin loud now, showin’ and proving
the mastery, when the monologue is a missile it’ll impact the ground via sound and the effect will be felt massively
emanating from the west to the origin
and beyond the world is for the taking cause there’s more to win
verse 3 (nomis):
it’s the riddler, i’ve got a question
knocked you off your high horse, is that assault on an equestrian?
rhinestone cowboy, what’s up benny doc holly, drop molly never
my endeavor is to molly whop competitors
who oddly mock my metaphors
to make his name known, and try to fix my hood like a body shop
body rock a predator, even in the body
drop the beat and catch a body with a godly acappella verse
got a letter asking ’bout the old me
when ab rude told me i was dope, there was probably not a better first
it ain’t the reason that i do this
but it’s special when a teachers showing love or gives a feature to a student
and i promise imma do the same
show the newer names that the tongue is a weapon that we shoot and aim
how i became one who knew the game
potholes i fell in i filled up, so you can smoothly use the lane

verse 4 (myka 9):
west coast shotta rage in my mind look
just a tentative phase for myka9 hooked
it explains why i swayed from the crime crooks occasionally got booked it’s not that
i shot the sheriff i mean i caught the tariff embarrassed couldn’t care if they owned a yacht or ferris the hot cook out the garrison vices like harris with more merits from l.a. to spots in paris the rarest of styles to cherish from top tier to terrace there is not one here to compare this so please stop being careless and mind your manners deeper than mariana trench challenger grand canyon jacques cousteau grammar channeling i’m just keeping it hip hop man handling no band standing on blocks like cusco no bandanas no hand cannons the gold standards for those who know how to hold hammers and go bananas yes more rotten so don’t slander the growth pattern best known plotter souls shattered by shenanigans and west coast shottas



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