Nomadic XXL (Nomadic XXL)

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Nomadic XXL

Ready or not. Im at your front door. With style that you can adore. So Let me on in. I mean. Let me take a walk through your brain. Overwhelming at first. And kind of hard to maintain. Understand to much realness may shake you up just a little. But relax. As I kick real raw facts. Nothing like a riddle. It aint hard to figure out. Music is universal. From the north to the south. To the east and the west side. And countries abroad. Show me love. The way I cha cha charge it to the game. And never expect me to change ever. No matter where I reside. And whenever. Ill be me to the end of time. With every flow. Cadence, and rhyme. Im a live movie. Its incredible to some. But normal to me. To be one dope motherfxxxin mc. Indelible infinitely. In the place to be. I know you wish we could exchange careers. You getting sick and tired of being a sad rapper in tears. Yea. Go head and cry you a river. No man will cry for you. Or be by your side for you. When the world swallows itself. And disappears while suspended in space. Watch me reappear from out of an empty space. From nothing more than a filthy rhyme. Polluted the airwaves. Killing whole blocks. From my cancerous persona. Resonates with the have nots. I am the people. Im that nigga with the dual Glocks. Im the neighbor hood superstar pimping hoes. Im a cypher on the corner spitting mad flows. Im the one shooting at the cops. When they terrorize the block. I am the fxxxing air you breathe. Im the one that makes it stop. Im the DJ in the hood that makes the party rock. I am the People. I’m the world in the palm of your hands.

I Am the People

Verse 1:
You can charge it to the game. The way I spit flames. With impeccable aim. My claim of fame. Is that ready aim shoot and fire mental attire. Plucking my vocal chords like guitar strings. Apply the pressure like a massage therapist. In the face of all the hatred. Haters Com a dime a dozen Cuzzin. But I steadily be busting. Blazing like my man Johnnie. Amazing method I use to subdue dead heads of society. Running reckless. But the more you run. you’ll find yourself crashed into a brick wall. And thats where you take a down fall. The down pour of that raw metaphor rap. Raining upon your mental frame. With perfect timing. I where a flavor flav clock on my soul. I stay steady timing every move with precise precision. On a mission to fxxx up the wack mc rap coalition. fxxx rules. They were meant to be broken. I do my own thing. Follow my own path. While the rest of you sit around have drinks and laugh.

Verse 2:
The Phones ringing. Cats are waiting for a call from fortune and fame. But it never comes until hell freezes over. Put my future in my own hands and Grip tightly. So my success will never slip. Not even slightly. No time to waste or lose. So I stay on the grind. On my toes and feet. Ps and Qs. You cant fool me with a banana peel. Never slipping. Great traction and gripping upon this microphone. Like Im choking this bitch. Get to speaking. And when Im ripping. Thats not even me spitting. You see. Im a portal for the real artist who died in the past. And their speaking through me. To lyrically murder your ass into a fetal position.

No Time to Lose

Verse 1:
I carry two mics like two Glocks. Screaming for vengeance. Reverberating way louder than 2 pac. Screaming fxxx the world. Exactly. We on the right measure now. Listen how all of these musical elements. Blend well together like a colorful painting. Aint it inexplicably amazing how color lines are broken down. By the vibe. So now lets come together. And cherish one amazing moment of ours and just how. Could you deny the dope that I supply. Rhythmic lines that you can sniff. Without the riff raft of selling your soul. This here is that God body music for your soul. When you stuck in a hole. Trying to find your way out. Lotta cats is stuck and cant get out. A cycle filled with ignorance and fake pleasure. And everything thats pleasurable. Aint always gone bring sunshine to stormy bad weather.

Chorus:
Sniff these lines and sniff these rhymes. You may never get a chance to feel these vibes,
Don’t let this opportunity pass you by.To get lifted. So notice how you spirit rise.And gets shifted.
To another form of space and time.This raw uncut rhyme is like sniffing an 8 ball line.
Feeling out of order but everything alright. Sort of leaning to the side but feeling out of sight.


Verse 2:
When its raining not complaining. Just slaying the Dragon. When the heat is on. Never running out of breath. Never for one second. Time is more valuable than life’s lessons thrown at you. Better catch it and catch up. The stakes is high. Yea the stakes is high. This is do or die. Die or do. And thinking bout all the shit I’ve been through. Mentally breaking down. But yet still hold the crown. You see this smile on my face. Its really a frown. Hiding all my emotions to the point to believing its all gravy. But It really aint. I wish things were really all dandy but it cant be. Because misery loves company. Niggas wanna see you fall 3 fold. Never wanna see you ball. With a lavish life and 3 course meals. Instead they’d rather steal your life with the steel. Thats why I stay isolated. Smoke a phatty and just chill for real.

Chorus:
Sniff these lines and sniff these rhymes. You may never get a chance to feel these vibes,
Don’t let this opportunity pass you by.To get lifted. So notice how you spirit rise.And gets shifted.
To another form of space and time.This raw uncut rhyme is like sniffing an 8 ball line.
Feeling out of order but everything alright. Sort of leaning to the side but feeling out of sight.

Sniff These Lines


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Ready or not. Im at your front door. With style that you can adore. So Let me on in. I mean. Let me take a walk through your brain. Overwhelming at first. And kind of hard to maintain. Understand to much realness may shake you up just a little. But relax. As I kick real raw facts. Nothing like a riddle. It aint hard to figure out. Music is universal. From the north to the south. To the east and the west side. And countries abroad. Show me love. The way I cha cha charge it to the game. And never expect me to change ever. No matter where I reside. And whenever. Ill be me to the end of time. With every flow. Cadence, and rhyme. Im a live movie. Its incredible to some. But normal to me. To be one dope motherfxxxin mc. Indelible infinitely. In the place to be. I know you wish we could exchange careers. You getting sick and tired of being a sad rapper in tears. Yea. Go head and cry you a river. No man will cry for you. Or be by your side for you. When the world swallows itself. And disappears while suspended in space. Watch me reappear from out of an empty space. From nothing more than a filthy rhyme. Polluted the airwaves. Killing whole blocks. From my cancerous persona. Resonates with the have nots. I am the people. Im that nigga with the dual Glocks. Im the neighbor hood superstar pimping hoes. Im a cypher on the corner spitting mad flows. Im the one shooting at the cops. When they terrorize the block. I am the fxxxing air you breathe. Im the one that makes it stop. Im the DJ in the hood that makes the party rock. I am the People. I’m the world in the palm of your hands.

I Am the People

Verse 1:
You can charge it to the game. The way I spit flames. With impeccable aim. My claim of fame. Is that ready aim shoot and fire mental attire. Plucking my vocal chords like guitar strings. Apply the pressure like a massage therapist. In the face of all the hatred. Haters Com a dime a dozen Cuzzin. But I steadily be busting. Blazing like my man Johnnie. Amazing method I use to subdue dead heads of society. Running reckless. But the more you run. you’ll find yourself crashed into a brick wall. And thats where you take a down fall. The down pour of that raw metaphor rap. Raining upon your mental frame. With perfect timing. I where a flavor flav clock on my soul. I stay steady timing every move with precise precision. On a mission to fxxx up the wack mc rap coalition. fxxx rules. They were meant to be broken. I do my own thing. Follow my own path. While the rest of you sit around have drinks and laugh.

Verse 2:
The Phones ringing. Cats are waiting for a call from fortune and fame. But it never comes until hell freezes over. Put my future in my own hands and Grip tightly. So my success will never slip. Not even slightly. No time to waste or lose. So I stay on the grind. On my toes and feet. Ps and Qs. You cant fool me with a banana peel. Never slipping. Great traction and gripping upon this microphone. Like Im choking this bitch. Get to speaking. And when Im ripping. Thats not even me spitting. You see. Im a portal for the real artist who died in the past. And their speaking through me. To lyrically murder your ass into a fetal position.

No Time to Lose

Verse 1:
I carry two mics like two Glocks. Screaming for vengeance. Reverberating way louder than 2 pac. Screaming fxxx the world. Exactly. We on the right measure now. Listen how all of these musical elements. Blend well together like a colorful painting. Aint it inexplicably amazing how color lines are broken down. By the vibe. So now lets come together. And cherish one amazing moment of ours and just how. Could you deny the dope that I supply. Rhythmic lines that you can sniff. Without the riff raft of selling your soul. This here is that God body music for your soul. When you stuck in a hole. Trying to find your way out. Lotta cats is stuck and cant get out. A cycle filled with ignorance and fake pleasure. And everything thats pleasurable. Aint always gone bring sunshine to stormy bad weather.

Chorus:
Sniff these lines and sniff these rhymes. You may never get a chance to feel these vibes,
Don’t let this opportunity pass you by.To get lifted. So notice how you spirit rise.And gets shifted.
To another form of space and time.This raw uncut rhyme is like sniffing an 8 ball line.
Feeling out of order but everything alright. Sort of leaning to the side but feeling out of sight.


Verse 2:
When its raining not complaining. Just slaying the Dragon. When the heat is on. Never running out of breath. Never for one second. Time is more valuable than life’s lessons thrown at you. Better catch it and catch up. The stakes is high. Yea the stakes is high. This is do or die. Die or do. And thinking bout all the shit I’ve been through. Mentally breaking down. But yet still hold the crown. You see this smile on my face. Its really a frown. Hiding all my emotions to the point to believing its all gravy. But It really aint. I wish things were really all dandy but it cant be. Because misery loves company. Niggas wanna see you fall 3 fold. Never wanna see you ball. With a lavish life and 3 course meals. Instead they’d rather steal your life with the steel. Thats why I stay isolated. Smoke a phatty and just chill for real.

Chorus:
Sniff these lines and sniff these rhymes. You may never get a chance to feel these vibes,
Don’t let this opportunity pass you by.To get lifted. So notice how you spirit rise.And gets shifted.
To another form of space and time.This raw uncut rhyme is like sniffing an 8 ball line.
Feeling out of order but everything alright. Sort of leaning to the side but feeling out of sight.

Sniff These Lines

Verse 1:
Why me. Oh god why me. Gotta be in such a sick society. Pardon me for complaining. But its raining gunshots. Everyday in my hood. Round my way. On my block. Murder rate driving faster than a Maserati goes. Shooting a gauge until its on E. Empty clips. Yo picture this. Other day a 2 year old died innocently. With not even her mother by her side. When she found out about it. Immediate cries. Streets is flooded with tears. We swimming in nothing but sorrow and fears. Without a life jacket drowning slow. Gasping for air and no one really cares about the part of society. Where nobody dares to roam. You read about it. Hear about it. See it on TV and Radio. But no one ever throws a helping hand. We stuck. Out of luck. With not a commode to piss in .

Verse 2:
Thats why I piss on society the way that I does it. Anger I plug it in. Electrifying emotional shit. Got you buzzing off the kick to your tummy. Like the kick of a newborn inside of a mothers stomach. Who want it . The truth. I got you covered. Let these words comfort you inside of this cold world. MOP Colder than Ice flows. Like a river. Im prepared for the fall yo. Niagara aint got nothing on Me when Im splashing and crashing the surface. Out of the mud I came. Ya’ll was sipping tea with silver spoons. While I was eating mud off my plate. Food for thought. I give it to raw. Material so imperial. Sticky sticky butter. Spreading love around. Going pound for pound when I gets down.

Oh God Why Me

Verse 1:
No matter what they say. You cant deny the fact. That its hard being black than the back of a polaroid pick. I stick to the script of the problems of today. And I don't even act much. But I put much effort forth. So you can see the picture clear. HD flows like a huge screen TV you see right here. Is the truth of today. To solve the problems of today. Just know that I don't play. Games is for little kids. Aint got time for them. Time roams like fast cars. Nascar thoughts circulating. Im so loopedified. Emotions going in circles. So Im feeling sort of dizzy. Yo beat bring me back in order. Now Im feeling kind of grizzly. To wrestle with who ever the fxxx want a problem. Say you got one. And Im the antidote to solve them.

Chorus:
God send me an angel. Cause my life is entangled. In all types of drama. The stage is set for. The world to end. Blowing up like jet fuel. In a world filled with violence. Corruption where cash rules. X 2

Verse 2:
A show stopper. And Hardcore Hip Hoper. Without the backpack or the pants sagging. Just purely my own self and my own man. Own being. staying true to honor my self. fxxx what you think. What I've been through. would make most men cringe to the point that you couldn't take the pain. Or return to a normal medium. Spiritual titanium. Chemical properties that’ll cause mad atrocities. World out of order like missing fragments to the puzzle. My rhymes are the pieces that fit perfectly. Yes Its a match. No this aint a date. I throw jewels and hope you catch them. Butter fingers. See you missing the point. This is the serious joint. Roll it up and let it anoint. Your mind with the truth that’s all around universal.

Chorus:
God send me an angel. Cause my life is entangled. In all types of drama. The stage is set for. The world to end. Blowing up like jet fuel. In a world filled with violence. Corruption where cash rules. X 2

Send me an Angel

Verse 1:
I got that real shit for you. The manure of rap. maneuvering through the crap. Trying to hold me back. Keeping me stuck in the same place I was yesterday. But I stay on a steady grind. Never slipping for no one. No man or woman. Full proof plan. I got the evidence. That half you suckers are irrelevant. Your presence to me is like empty space. Null and void. Unemployed is what you need to be. A solution for a sucker free industry. Get rid of the trash now. To secure the future later. For the bitch shit. Bitch moves. Bitch ways and bitches who'd rather be with a thug than a gentlemen. Thats why cats are locked up now. Trying to impress these hoes with no style. Its foul. But thats the world we’ve adapted to. And are attracted to. Nonstop drama. Coming at you. Nothing can match the feeling of pressure that ll crush and burry you. Emotions are hysterical. The hoods unforgettable. Like a model in a stellato
That buck that bought a bottle. Could have been saved for tomorrow

Verse 2:
Aint no telling what the day may hold. Either you sit and complain or turn shit into gold. Where my dogs at. Who live by the street code. Never fold. No matter whats going on. I leave this beat messy like marvin. For my peoples starving. Carving out my own niche . To expose you turkeys. You see its all about the meat and potatoes. Beats and rhymes is the basics. Got soul like your favorite r&b singer. Im an ear ringer. So Pick up the phone when I call. And lets talk big Paper. Chase your dreams now and never later. Aint nothing sweet about time and how it passes by like the Pharcyde. Lotta of cats way high up on the Pipe Damn it. Until the cops slam and ram you in the back of a blue and white.Code Red...Code Red. You done fxxxed up now. Can't reverse the hands of time. Check the message in the rhyme style.

Marshall Law

Verse 1:
This world is rougher than rough can get. Can it get any worse. Wouldn't be surprised if it does. Because theres no love. Well maybe some. But not enough to prevent us from succumbing to all sorts of stress disorders. Out of order driving down the highway. Drunk on don't know what the fxxx Im drinking. A mixture of assorted liquor plus erratic thinking. Sinking and drowning in my own sorrows. My mind body and soul is sinking to the bottom of my stomach. I need a cleansing. A physical and spiritual cure or antidote. To help me cope in an environment. Where this man made system is a joke. But nobody's laughing on my side of town. Not even a grin or smirk is produced. How could they when guns are being produced. Turning niggas into vegetable soup. All for the broccoli Green.

Verse 2:
People don't say much. Guns do the talking and sing bigger than the fat lady screaming. Out of her vocal chords. Feel the force of my Truth reverberating. Through these universal sound waves. Even satan can hear the words. That I manifest. Down in the depths below your heart where the evil dwells. Hopefully I can change your train of thought through this sport called hip hop. You see I’ll never stop training minds. Vigorous wordplay is applied. Pressure points feel when the needle drives. You feel the sharp sensation of truth inside of your blood stream. The world is drowning for knowledge. So before you jump. Know the Ledge. Never dive head first. Check the message in the verse. Enough Said.

Lord can you Save Me

Verse 1:
Move. Now. Evacuate the building. Im coming through the back door. Shoot rhymes like slugs at u ass whores. Lubricating the beat break. Call me slip and slide. Never slipping. But my persona slides across the globe. Just Like James Brown did. I got the soul of every dead mc in my soul. Controller of my own faith. You gotta have it. If not. Its a big chance you won’t live phat. You think i’m talking bout weight. Im talking bout an overweight bank account Baby. Money come and money goes around full circle. 3 dots on your mind. I’m shooting like a straight line. This aint no Hieroglyphic. Aint nothing mystic bout the flow. Just straight beats and lines. Parallel to hell. I hope you hearing the facts. I am the living truth. You just living a lie. And living like that . Is like living to die. I got that graveyard flow. I’m that underground. I rose my self from the dirt. Like magert you bastards. More Hazardous than having a drug overdose in church. Preach on that’s what they telling me. Tell critics stop sweating me.

Verse 2:
Theres a thin line between love and hate. A thin line between the cheeks on both sides of my face. Watch that line turn into one great smile. When I spit a line. And the crowd reacts like wow. Amazing. How I can turn your emotions upside down. Inside outside. Stretch your thoughts like expandable underwear. Me and the mic is a perfect fit. A perfect match. that’ll strike harder and set fires like rioting. After Michael Brown was shot down. Now the angers burning like a lit candle. The worlds pain is burning inside like a fireplace, The world is so cold. Definition of frigid. Some problems start out small and end up and grow taller by the minute.

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New Orleans Born and Philly Lived Songwriter/Composer Nomadic XXL is the stage name I go by. I've been involved and surrounded by music as long as I can remember. Music is like air for me and is what I love to do. Some of my biggest influences are well known New Orleans musicians and Groups.

I have put out a number of indie projects through Itunes. Secured music placements through various music licensing portals. And continue to create out of pure love and joy for the art.

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