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Start Here EP

by House of Lewis

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[Donnie Bonelli] Status: Infinite Stature: Bigger than… Yukon Cornelius, “Land ho!” Im killin’ it! Lando Calrissian, Baron of Cloud City meets Brando! Hey, give me that dab though. (For real!) [Rhyme Time] Status: Silliness Stature: Dissonant Bully Books are imminent, unique, no synonym We’re banging on the trash can avant-garde instrument We’re rapping ’til we’re infamous (…but only on the internet) [Apt] Status: Cinnamon Stature: Limpin' in But still outpace the gaits of you assholes listenin’ Get some thicker skin, then try it just one mo’ gin Go ahead and tell a friend, you sick but we’re the medicine Chorus: Hey, yo, you smell that? Uh-huh! Smells good! House of Lewis stankin’ up your neighborhood with that home-cooked original flavor! Raisin’ up where the bar is! Come and taste this chili con carnage! [Donnie Bonelli] Status: Ali Stature: Tall Drink of Water All these thirsty daughters are bound to call me. Sting like I’m all bee. Beard like a Don King headstand. Yes, ma’am, king of the whole ring. [Rhyme Time] Status: Butterbean Stature: Blubbery  Everybody lovin’ me, I’m choppin’ down the money tree Choppin’ money shrubbery, I’m shopping for the luxury You dummies too schlubby, tubby, chubby to run with me  [Apt] Status: De La Hoya Stature: Just a Goyim Not bad for another wannabe De La Souler Apt skilled rock n’ rolla that kills, say no more I’m utility, see, rap game Joey Cora Chorus: Hey, yo, you smell that? Uh-huh! Smells good! House of Lewis stankin’ up your neighborhood with that home-cooked original flavor! Raisin’ up where the bar is! Come and taste this chili con carnage! [Donnie Bonelli] Status: Fast Shot Stature: Sasquatch That Doc Holliday of rap. Huckleberry with a hacksaw. Jim Duggan’s slack jaw’s back y’all! [Apt] Hey-o, my name is Apt, I’m the cat that rocks a padlock Status: Cut You Off Stature: I’m the Boss Bigger than Hillbilly Jim, baby, that’s a hoss Jim Ross howlin’ while I’m tossin’ off the molotov Jericho stance while these jobber cats take they loss [Rhyme Time] Status: Rocker Stature: Jobber I’m Marty Janetty on the indies, shocker Not Harley or Lawler or Andre or Slaughter The shows still stops if I hit the Rocker Dropper Chorus: Hey, yo, you smell that? Uh-huh! Smells good! House of Lewis stankin’ up your neighborhood with that home-cooked original flavor! Raisin’ up where the bar is! Come and taste this chili con carnage! [Donnie Bonelli] Status: Cinnamon Toast Crunch Stature: Swimmin’ in Dope Stuff In the building. The adrenaline gon’ rush…excite us. We the cold lunch to bite It’s cause we Midas on the mic with the gold touch. Shinin’. [Rhyme Time] Status: Pork Rinds Stature: Deep Fried  Eatin’ all cholesterol I really think I might die Heart’ll hit a flatline, pick a better pastime And if you die at 30…then 15 is your halftime [Apt] Status: Hot Pockets Stature: Docs Knotted Not gonna stop til I’m on top and I’m fox huntin’ Millionaire thrills, payin’ my bills with ease and gumption Get off of my Reese’s, pumpkin
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[Interviewer #1] I’m sitting here with House of Lewis. Now, House of Lewis…you’re from Provo, UT. Well you certainly don’t look like a hip-hop act. It says here you’re rappers. Tell us a little bit about yourselves. [Rhyme Time] Great, another interview, what we gotta get into? How many same old lines we listen to? Every single time y’all sound the same How’d you meet? Who came up with the name? You should mention our age or bring up our state  The small talk sounding like a bad first date I’ma pass this plate, send the cash this way When you waste our time, then we must get paid [Apt] Let me get a couple Reese’s on the rider I thought you were gonna hold our feet to the fire You need to retire. Can’t compete or inspire. Lemme show you how to get the facts you require Just do a simple Google search, you useless twerp! Why we gotta do your work? I’m gonna lose my nerve Type “House of Lewis” first. You know we hella known in the universe [Chance Lewis] Before I answer you I'd like to play the Bednar card And change the question. Like can we get Nardwar to interview the crew on the Utah news? Get more Youtube views for the House of Lew? Interlude: I feel like I could write their articles for them and just send them to them. We have an EPK. I made an EPK! It answers all their questions. Flip it over to the back: “What’s like like to be a white rapper?” It’s fine. [Interviewer #2] Start Here: when people first see you they have a low low bar They made up their mind you neither have a flow nor bars But then to their surprise they find you're not half bad Given like half of you are some not bad dads And the other half is on the dadbod fad So they don't expect much from you, but is that not sad? [Apt] First off, dad bods are great Got mad bars and fate says I’m a star, just wait We gon’ complicate the little box you placed us in Cannot contain this biz, you ignoramuses [Donnie Bonelli] I’m Donald Raymond, bitch! [Apt] Whoa, Bonelli, watch your language, man. By the way, you dropped your name again [Donnie Bonelli] What can I say I guess I’ve got a name that’s— wait a minute! Hey, look everybody! It’s Atheist! [Rhyme Time] It’s Rhyme Time now, I’m that guy right now How about we get our head into the game right now? Let me circle it back, we’re no Urkels on tracks F*** a dad bod, all my favorite rappers are fat Go ahead and bleep that we that super groovy crew of dudes Who paid our dues, believe that (Goddammit, I do not need this shit. I am a Creative and Technology Director!) Nothing sad about us, never dare to doubt us  House of Lewis came to do this ‘bout to learn about us So what’s so hard to get? You ‘bout to get backhanded like your compliments Interlude: I’m not freestyling. I don’t care that they asked us to freestyle. Oh, you guys rap, let’s freestyle. Okay, you make up a news story and tell it to me. [Interviewer #2] Pick it up from: You guys are from Utah I say it with disgust like "Ewww-tah" And even though I've never been One night I flew above it on a redeye flight All I could see was white (Apt: Oh, there it is…) So what gives you the right to write raps about your ordinary life? [Apt] Yeah, could kinda be twelve inches of snow We’ll convince with a show, we’re DaVincis of flow Let me get down to what you’re itchin’ to know Is it stage craft coverin’ dimensions of bro? No Authentic. Just ask Howie Not a bit augmented when we get so rowdy You expect calm winded, then we get so gaudy Just some goofballs proudly wavin’ freak flags loudly [Chance Lewis] Hey, I’m gonna rap real quick. From the land of perfect teeth and fairer lawns This ain't a marathon, it's a relay race, pass the baton to Don Where you coming from, Don? [Donnie Bonelli] Draper! Been on a crazy caper with Kate Kelly & Elna Baker. I was like, “Do me a favor, somebody pass me a nuggy and some rolling papers!” [Apt] Eighty ace talent pool run deep And, yeah, we the cream on top, you can believe it or not But the scene’s on lock, never lean, never drop Lewis boys king, can you be that shocked? [Interviewer #3:] Okay, okay, we’re having fun. But really, what IS House of Lewis?
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[Goldmyth] You and I work sometimes on this old house making something into something else. [Chance Lewis] And we did it ourselves like we were Bob Vila Doing himself in with a sad allen's wrench from IKEA On that cry me a river in our written's like a poor man's Rhymesayer: A bad Eyedea We might be duo of low key, class of ’03, hundred block-arazzi Rapping where the Fox eats, you rocked that chains and lock steeze Like how we gonna drop three band names in one song and I'm like “Watch me” [Goldmyth] Make up little songs… I lie awake at night imagining dragons And they spit flames across the nation in station wagons A couple of would-be has-beens who got dad friends Late in the game like those guys who got them jewels ran When dudes' bands tried to more or less ghost us We tried to get our names up on those Fork Fest posters Even in 4-or-less point font just under Shady Chapel And above the list of sponsors We were terrible, but somehow better then Experience is wasted on the barely relevant And no matter what becomes of this it will have been Better than what would have been if we had never met [Apt] A couple underdogs who merit more than three plays Pulled me from obscurity to serenade a cliche Broke hip millennials who marinate as teammates Full of the absurdity, tailor made to relate It pulled me in like a moth to the flame Take the loss and the pain, write some songs, make a name Passin’ out flyers people scoff and refrain It’s they loss, they some lames. We still boss, we remain I mean, damn, I named this block I think I’ve claimed a spot. They say I’ve changed a lot Found a muse, found a voice, grilled cheese and community I guess you could call that some grown man puberty But I’ve still got an itch to scratch We get props, but I still want bigger than that I want a movement, a unit, a crew that enthralls most Screamin’ from the rooftops. Well, almost [DJ SkratchMo] They wanna know the name...Apt Chance Lewis! DJ SkratchMo! House of Lewis! We’ll give a history lesson They wanna know the name Donnie B And that’s exactly why I go by my own name when I rap Donnie Bonelli This is Donnie Ferdinand the Buick quit movin’ in California I guess if I’ma be stranded I’m glad that the weather’s warm But this House it almost got burned to the ground before it got going Over before it started like the Challenger! Exploded with my crew! Young Seeger always workin’ on my night moves Eager to catch a dream and me the type dude Swimmin’ in feminine attention Instead I’m sleeping on a mattress in a kitchen (Fast forward) Elevate me a couple inches I’m off in the solar system They’re telling Donnie “be grounded” I’m off in my own dimension Chasing Wonderland and thunderous applause A God when I bust bars! Yo! Ask your girl if she saw stars! Yo, who needs a 6-piece band when SkratchMo’s hands can play the whole symphony? Soundtrack to y’all shaking your faces While I marinate in the motivation that y’all give to me. [DJ SkratchMo] They wanna know the name Atheist! It’s Rhyme Time now [Rhyme Time] You know I started just like every other rapper did Wrong side of 25 while Whitney got her doctorate Laugh from Caustic, awesome Too loud, my voice out, lost it, Boy Scout mosh pit I was battling, solo, Boba Fett Found some backup rappin’ and now nobody can stop this  Set forth and we set fire Hit the stage, killer set, leave, seven hours ’til the headliner Time of the night got the stars in our eyes Got us feeling like our star’s on the rise And we might...steal the show...we might...steal the night But we never stole a mic in our lives Grow House revelry, red couch therapy And everybody that brought a pillow they meant so much to me Fifteen minutes was fifteen seconds And someday we really gonna miss these sessions [Goldmyth] I don’t wanna fall asleep and live on in this dream
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[Apt] Never was one would could fight the funk So he folded his clothes and he packed a trunk A snack, a lunch, and headed for the heart of the slump Sprayed shots from his tongue at the start of the bump-bump Boom-bap, set his tooth as a trap Only fighting chance to get his youth back But the reaper, she creeped, uh, gave him two smacks A believer, his fever caused him to lose track [Apt] Made himself a masterpiece but still feelin’ like a sadder beast So what’s happening? Thought he was finally managing to start dabbling in the saccharine Dem bones rattling. Demandin’ him some new stuff Flopped on the solo, gonna try it while he crewed up Used up the closet but the promise bigger Got himself a house full of bones to configure [Chance Lewis] Ever since he was a youngin’ he's been gunnin for the stage No one's running a mixer in the dreams of teenage Kids with stubby fingers blame it on his DNA Born with 2 left hands can't shred but he can play He's giving up the gun, picking up Reason Got a folder that he keeps all of his beats in He used to curse the stars but now he's telling em Thank you for the limitations of my skeleton Chorus: How’s that? Nonsense. How’s that? Nonsense. Nonsense. How’s that? Play them bones. How’s that? Nonsense. How’s that? Nonsense. Nonsense. How’s that? Play them bones. [Donnie Bonelli] Lone in the cut, smoke in his lungs He’s hoping the drugs open him up But he’s cold when he’s killin’ a 16 “So fresh!” “He really is pristine!” See him on big screens Back hackin’ at tracks again Coming immaculate with it when they pass the mic Call him Donnie Bones (aka) Lil’ Basilisk! “How do you feel?” Mr. Bones feels rattlin’! (Haha...haha...haha...that’s a good one!) Y’all cattle, he’s channeling Mackaveli and Madison Ave. “Think he could tackle?” He’ll John Randle ‘em! Hackin’ like Johnny Mac and them. Got diabetes just to hear these little sweeties call him “saccharin.” See them seats? He gonna pack ‘em in. He’s got the acumen. The dude’s a snack to them. “And all the demons and diseases he’s been scrappin’ with?” He kicked their asses man! They’re in the past, the wind! Chorus: How’s that? Nonsense. How’s that? Nonsense. Nonsense. How’s that? Play them bones. How’s that? Nonsense. How’s that? Nonsense. Nonsense. How’s that? Play them bones. [Rhyme Time] Brickwork boxing bubblin’ up blisters Blast through the plaster slabs ’til the wrists hurt Tiny cracks creepin’ in the sounds of the whispers Crumbling to rubble freedom for the victors Typecast, hype fast, don’t last, die fast Labels are the fables, hook a left to the right path Tried to box him in but he boxed out Got his own style, made a hole and he walked out [Outro] Dem bones, dem bones, dem Dry bones, dem bones, dem bones dem Dry bones, dem bones, dem bones dem Dry bones, now hear the word of the Lord

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released May 14, 2018

Album artwork by Donnie Bonelli
Mixing and Mastering by Chance Lewis

Chili Con Carnage produced by Chance Lewis and Superhawk
Contains a sample of “Heart Beat” by The New Electric Sound which originally appeared on the album “The New Electric Sound”

Start Here Pt. I produced by Chance Lewis and Donnie Bonelli
Guest vocals by Stuart Wheeler

Start Here Pt. II produced by Chance Lewis
Contains a sample of “Holy Rope” by Goldmyth which originally appeared on the album “Faded Dream"
Cuts by DJ SkratchMo

Arc (House of Lewis Remix) produced by Chance Lewis and Apt
Additional Production by Chris Bennion
Percussion by Gavin Ryan

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House of Lewis Salt Lake City, Utah

House of Lewis is a hip-hop collective consisting of Apt, Atheist, Chance Lewis, DJ Chu, DJ SkratchMo, and Donnie Bonelli.

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