In The Trunk

by Laid Back Music

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new mixtape by LAID BACK MUSIC "IN THE TRUNK"
play this in your car and bump the bass (or at least put on some headphones) this is some shit to ride to.
look out for more from Laid Back Music soon.
have a nice day

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released April 2, 2011

featuring raps by CHILL THE ILL POET and OWELI
all tracks produced by MISTER JAY except "without a doubt" produced by MATT LUTY OF THE WHOLE SHABANG
recorded by the homie Clayton Revell in SF

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misterjayLBM@gmail.com

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Track Name: Morning Sun Looking
*exclamatory thoughts are a mandatory part of morning sun looking on this planet where i walk
*let the day shine like cannons in the dark (kapow)
*witness how mind with the rhyme spark art or something similar
*no boundaries or perimiters
*looking back at myself, my world seemed miniature like nothing mattered
*then i found my brain scattered - trying to find the pieces but it seems that peace shattered
*i just let the breath release and ease up the ladder to the place with no doubt, far out like saturn
*yo its distant but my mind zoom futuristic
*now in tune with the truth it seems so simplistic
*confusion, due to illusion
*few can remove it
*throw the beat on, and let me keep on with the smooth shit
*cause that's how i relax though
*mac's back, breathing on tracks like a sax pro - and this joints the solo, revealing the truth i had to capture like a photo
*slow-mo, that's how the flow go
*cat's have to know though - my whole soul, thats what the flow show
*so just tell me what you know bro, for my flow cooler than mountain tops where snow go
*if you don't know, style's miles above so-so
*do it as a hobby and because it make my boat float

*as the earth spins, i feel i'm growing up
*you can learn a lot, but never know enough
*life slips by when you're never showing up
*just some shit i've been thinking
*now the mic is blowing up
*when it get too fast then you feel like folding up, so i take a deep breath, then i feel it slowing up
*see the morning sun - man, it's still going up
*just some shit i've been thinking
*now the mic is blowing up

*slick, slick, with the flick of the bic this shit slips out the lips of a kid who can spit
*this shit hit
*man its chill
*here's the deal: this one's about the tick- tick of the clock
*it's real
*it will not reveal what the future hold
*don't know what to do before swallowed by this earth that gave me life so beautiful
*my words unusual - that's what some human told me
*i laughed, and said it set my soul free
*you know c deep like the roots of old trees that shoot below feet of those who seek shade from gold leaves that stretch toward the sky
*man i feel more peace when the sun from the east reach my eyes
*i let the light in, feel my heart brighten, then chill start writing another classic (far out like lightening long before thunder)
*wonder why i plug the mic in

*i wonder why i plug the mic in
*i wonder why i plug the mic in
*i wonder why i plug the mic in

*as the earth spins, i feel i'm growing up
*you can learn a lot, but never know enough
*life slips by when you're never showing up
*just some shit i've been thinking
*now the mic is blowing up
*when it get too fast then you feel like folding up, so i take a deep breath, then i feel it slowing up
*see the morning sun - man, it's still going up
*just some shit i've been thinking
*now the mic is blowing up
Track Name: Illosophy
chill the ill poet:

*it's the universal reversal of the dispersal of madness, removing the illusion of sadness
*i had this vision with precision that division in the system has arisen cause the rhythm i've been giving's been missing
*maybe not, but i flip tracks that's crazy hot
*they forgot, so i kick back spit raps that make em stop patter
*when i rock the matter in your brain get fatter
*it won't stop no matter if them lames chit-chatter
*they fuss and discuss while i adjust till you'll feel a rush
*royal flush, lucky to be us, thankful
*people say "you're ill, but my brain full"
*once i perform, i make a storm that make the rain swirl round and round, lift the indifferent off the ground, twisting the sound to new forms and shapes
*escape in the wake of the real not the fake while i skate through the scape of my mind over breaks
*i make my rhymes shine great
*wise minds relate - mcs intertwined by fate, mixed up, trying to rap about the big stuff
*but its tough, so i switch up then i spit what's right in the moment
*had to keep it cool like life in the ocean
*never follow rules just write what's potent
*eyes wide open
*through my life i'm just floating

oweli:

The kid's hella tight, like some vice grips when I mic rip
might flip the script on your dark with some brightness
with a beat that's so heated even subzero couldn't ice it,
I spit spells twice as nice as Isis
priceless predictions from a poet and a sidekick:
Ima fight life's trightness till I'm lifeless.
When I cook a rap there goes the whole rack of spices
Now you know the way Oweli illosophizes.

This is my illosophy:
ain't nobody stoppin me, I'm the only man that understands what I got to be
Oweli flowing free, everybody knows its me
melodic conversation meditation through this poetry.
This is my illosophy:
ain't nobody stoppin me, I'm the only man that understands what I got to be
Oweli flowing free, everybody knows its me
melodic conversation meditation through this poetry.


chill the ill poet:

*i could talk about things i like - it's not important
*i'm just trying to find the mind i was born with, before i knew about the world i'm absorbed in
*before then, my view was barely forming
*can't remember if the sky was clear or storming - either way, the world was just performing the role it was to play before i stormed in, declared my role
*life's a trip
*"go turn your form in, don't be late or the bus will leave ya"
*that's what they say - i can't trust them either
*can't focus on the teacher, man, i'm just a dreamer
*learning some shit, i guess i'll just believe ya
*it seems to make sense and i must receive the words that you say but i'm much to eager to play with the boom box, adjust the features
*now my rhymes so hot they make you flush with fever
*with the boy o - he snatch your senorita
*me, i just kick it like offense in FIFA
*everything we spit its like sensimilla
*ladies and gents i present ya feature presentation:
*it's LB with no hesitation
*a demonstration of soul elevation
*communication: that's what the room is facing
*when we stepping in, it's evident, they stop pursuing hating

oweli:

Its my style cuz I say so, sometimes I spray slow,
but my minds moving faster than the cars at the Daytona 500, running laps around the pundits
kicking raps about the sun and moon and stars
that I summon with these phonotactics,
that dope-ass rap shit
got the crowd acrobatic muthafuckas doin backflips.
Never the wackness, sufficiently practiced,
an exploratory story trying to finally crack this
Mystery, make a cd and a track list.
The fly DIY guy I'll wrap it in plastic
Wake up, trip the sunlight fantastic
Close my eyes at night and get lost in the blackness cuz
I do my best work once the sun shirks
in it all the way, hit the jay till my thumb burns
then fly away stay flowing til my lungs hurt
I like a lot of bass sounds like thunder
and lightning when I'm striking on this mic thing
foot on the gass, mash fast when the light's green.
Keep it chill though, I can roll real slow
Can't afford to fix my whip I guess that means I'm
still broke.
Thats not a problem though this rap game is real dope
my cd will be something that they kill for
like dinero, pesos or the petrol
oweli's in effect yall
with these lyrical projectiles.

This is my illosophy:
ain't nobody stoppin me, I'm the only man that understands what I got to be
Oweli flowing free, everybody knows its me
melodic conversation meditation through this poetry.This is my illosophy:
ain't nobody stoppin me, I'm the only man that understands what I got to be
Oweli flowing free, everybody knows its me
melodic conversation meditation through this poetry.
Track Name: Epiphany Part One
chill the ill poet:

*i got the mind of genius, face of a child
*i talk about space, you can hate, it's my style
*sometimes its a waste to rake leaves in a pile if the wind will displace the trace of your denial that the wind and its grace sweep across the earth, replace all your work and the symbols of your worth
*think about this and smile cause it paves the way for birth of all that you see
*its a blessing not a curse
*the one addressing's not the first to say this, just the latest, so none erase this
*plus the beat's the greatest, i doubt they can fade this
*remain so strange, for me, that's the basics
*that's the method
*tell your set to come corrected when you hear the one respected for leaving you connected to the source of the force that guides our course and had directed all of since unto this world we were projected
*we were left with hope, fears and worries
*when our eyesight was brand new, it was all blurry
*couldn't make sense of this world in a hurry
*everyone buzzing 'round, to and fro they all scurry, putting shovels in the dirt, digging rocks, "call it jewelry", causing war, causing hurt, causing pain truly, telling jokes, driving cars, blowing smoke
*beauty is everywhere but its hard to find usually cause we often below skies that's grey and moody, forget the clouds obscure the light that does its duty of shining bright, so plants get bigger
*when i'm rhyming tight i make your whole set shiver
*man, my mind is bright i wish i knew this quicker
*glad i know it now because it made my flow sicker
*now, i'm a crush em with the words i deliver
*so wild with the style flow like the nile river, or like solar wind
*the kid far out
*take a breath and hold it in
*now let it go
*sending peace to the o, out in mexico
*whoa - you know the kid almost fainted looking back at this fat rap i just painted
*even if i die, not fly, but most hated, i was true in this rap and you cats can't debate it

*sometimes it's a waste to rake leaves in a pile
*sometimes it's a waste to rake leaves in a pile
*sometimes it's a waste to rake leaves in a pile if the wind will displace the trace of your denial
*sometimes it's a waste to rake leaves in a pile
*sometimes it's a waste to rake leaves in a pile
*sometimes it's a waste to rake leaves in a pile if the wind will displace the trace of your denial
Track Name: What I Do
If you ever wanna do what I do,
Find a crew as fly as my crew
Make sure their jams are fly too.
Speak your mind, tweak your rhymes,
Repeat your lines, refine the kind that's asinine



You must have patience to wait in the hesitating Statement of fate, undecided.
The bait ate provided by the late great
Riding out the gates flying to make haste
Trying to forsake my rhymes would be straight fake
I'm:
Death-defying, breadth-of-a-lion, Aztec/Mayan
Building empires and pyramids high in the sky
and then
I'll get buyers and hear their bids
They're fighting and crying over my lightning lines
Purer hits you're unlikely to find.
I'm futuristically-minded, twistedly-blinded
By the blissfully blister-free grinding of my mental machinery
(that's with what I'm taking in the scenery),
Expand and enhance the dance with greenery
But in the dreamery, for me, is where it all takes place.
I embrace the pace of tectonic plates as innate.
Take in the space, because that's where nature takes its breaks,
The facts of nature even making stacks of paper fake,
Heavier than paper-weights when we take breaks
and make tracks with smoothness, for the down and the clueless.
Enlighten like Buddhists with the newest undiluted message for students, so use it...
If you wanna do this.



If you ever wanna do what I do,
Find a crew as fly as my crew
Make sure their jams are fly too.
Speak your mind, tweak your rhymes,
Repeat your lines, refine the kind that's asinine




Its
Chill if you try this
I'm ill as a virus
Got a weapon-like quill and I'm killing papyrus\
Spilling like blood-flow, relax the iris, you're done for
Attacks on the mindless, its time that the sun show
Shine through your cranial cavity maybe depravity
actually be half of sanity I'm passively asking me,
If I can ignore the gravity of my position I'm wishing I could but I can't.
My role supplants the official man who stands to lead the chants
But he's no longer needed:
My lyrical incantations making spiritual freedom.
Me and Chill lead 'em high above, teach a higher love
Shatter laws of Physics like a hammer breaks a tile-tub
Fire up, buy a dub, light it up, sign us up
as a schedule one
You'll be high when I'm done
My mouth run constantly like Michael Johnson be,
so follow me if "emcee" is what you wanna be.




If you ever wanna do what I do,
Find a crew as fly as my crew
Make sure their jams are fly too.
Speak your mind, tweak your rhymes,
Repeat your lines, refine the kind that's asinine
Track Name: Without A Doubt
chill the ill poet:

*have you heard the kid chill?
*man he spits insane
*always on the mic saying crazy things
*really not a singer with amazing range
*really not a swinger with amazing game
*i just use my amazing brain
*life is a picture and space the frame
*you're looking at a winner thats making flames everytime i hit the mic
*man i stake my claim
*take my aim for the sky, cause thats the last stop, till then i'm making tracks
*man all these raps knock
*really something fresh
*hope it make you blast off - to pluto
*from my pen to my noodle, back and forth
*not to be misconstrued though: i really don't plan it
*make em say "dammit, chill keep it fly, keep it fly like the planets
*chill keep it solid, solid rock like granite"
*and the view? - i keep it panoramic
*eyes open, you can scan it
*flow dramatic - but its chill so don't panic
*this for real so go grab it
*used to believe in science till i flowed so magic
*really not conceited just know i'm no average
*a bit better
*catch the kid in a sweater, or whatever
*it don't matter man, i'm clever
*people dig my raps for the way i put my words together
*that's my skill, that's how i make the crowd move
*really not a loud dude - i'm mellow
*like the sounds produced with a cello, i bellow with calm breath - just to make the song fresh
*i could probably yell but to me it's not a contest
*i project but keep it complex and mysterious
*feels like a dream when your hearing this
*people hear the raps, ask "is the kid serious"
*luty had the beat that make them go delirious
*so now i'll wrap it up and send it off, so here it is
*there it was
*now its done
*with the four, three and the two to the one

*and i'm out man, and i'm out man
*its the lb
*we turn it out man
*and i'm out man, and i'm out man
*its chill the ill
*i keep it real without a doubt man
*and i'm out man, and i'm out man
*its the lb
*we turn it out man
*and i'm out man, and i'm out man
*its chill the ill
*i keep it real without a doubt man
Track Name: Oweli's In The House
Welcome to my house,
Now check it out:
I'm about to tell you what I'm all about
It's really rare to catch me in a vocabulary drought
So I'ma try to entertain you til my rhymes run out
or til my time runs out,
Whichever comes first
I know I'm blessed to even have ever messed with this Earth.
Since birth, I've been on a quest to discover things that which through my rhymes I express,
To uncover things that which with my mind I address
By the air in my chest, I flex, in effect to
Express a certain thing that my life reflects,
and so I take that breath and exercise my dialect
as I elect to wreck the wire when my mouth and mind connect and
I direct your attention in my direction
Negativity deflecting, I'm protected
by a force, you couldn't understand.
The source of my power, you wouldn't understand
But this you can understand, it's just a verse that I wrote
Jay put the beat together so the track sounds dope.



I don't know if you've ever heard
Something great and new has ocurred
Just sit back, relax and observe
Oweli's in the house.

I don't know if you've ever heard
Something great and new has ocurred
Just sit back, relax and observe
Oweli's in the house.



(*whisper*) Just sit back, just sit back, just sit back, just sit back

Just sit back, relax, matter fact
Throw on this track, play it loud, let the beat slapp.
Keep that feeling, wherever you go
Put the CD in your whip
Roll-out real slow, if you in
East Bay, L.A., back to San Jo
Put the windows down
Let all the folks know
Request Oweli on the radio...but I'll
Never let the punk Dick-Jockeys try to play me though
The process may be slow, but yo I'm always getting back at it,
It's Chill Rob: Muthafuckin Rap Addict

I'm a Muthafuckin Rap Addict
Im a Muthafuckin Rap Addict
Plus,
I'm a Muthafuckin Sapp Addict
It's Chill Rob he's a Muthafuckin Rap Addict.


My art starts automatic, emphatic ill-phenomenal
Philosophical anecdotes that I wrote
Atop the flow float, like an inner-tube
Getting into you
In the hopes of communicating
Through these vibrations and sounds, my
Skills and my will to hold this rap thing down
Life surrounds me, and I'm proud to have found
The ability to linguistically be astounding.
Time's surmounting (this life that I live)
Making music, cruising, think, exist.
Rap fans treating it like Swishers and spliffs
This is completeness:
Oweli is Bliss
Track Name: Epiphany Part Two
chill the ill poet:

*i used to wear a mask - i put it back on the shelf
*now i act like myself
*you know i rap like myself
*you're looking at the champ, you see the stamp on the belt
*i just had to speak
*i just had to be felt
*i had to let go, let my words echo and reverberate
*my words are straight, unlike the shape of my vertabrae
*observe today, how we're fly like we're birds of prey
*absurd, but hey, it's chill the ill till the earth decay
*our purpose lay in between the lines of the words we say
*slowly, like wind through the hills, man we blow, free, over the contours of whole seas of life that enclose
*i speak too deep, but yo, you know me
*i may some shit that sound strange, but yo, my soul free from limits 1440 minutes a day
*my whole life a book, i just finished the page - on to the next chapter
*fuck what came before - it's about what's coming after
*that's what matter to master
*son, ya have to use your mind to see ahead
*moving up faster - the goal
*if you try hard - you can master the globe
*it really come down to the path that you stroll
*control of your thoughts thats the map to your soul
*but back to the flow
*it's chill the ill poet, yo my raps leave you froze

*cause i'm feeling so free
*it's your boy chill
*do you really know me?
*i'm feeling so free
*listen to the tracks, then you really know me
*now you really know me
*it's your boy chill
*i'm feeling so free
*and if you really know me, you listen to the tracks - got you feeling so free

*verse two, flying higher than the first flew
*i'm inclined to burst through, my rhymes in time immerse you in epiphany part two
*let's search through my mind, see what we find, cause that's the first move in the lifelong chess game of finding where the stress came from
*damn, i'm trying to change, son
*trying to keep it real, keep stepping through the rain, son
*now i see the clouds, stay prepared for when the pain come down
*a focused face, not a frown, renewed with the good vibes that's placed in the sound
*chill that fly rapper
*jay orchestrates the pound coming out the speakers
*sequence elevates the ground to new heights
*my crew is too tight
*set the room right
*each iller than a crew could do if they used two mics
*still distill my thoughts though i drop it super smooth like water when it moves through tubes to faucets or like moonlight
*life has been unreal still i feel prepared to do right
*lucky for the life i had, though the world confuse sight
*it will make you blind, waste your time, live the fools life
*that's just what i find, i'm just learning how to use life

*i'm just learning how to use life (learning how to use life)
*i'm just learning how to use life
*got to do it right, it ain't something you can do twice
*i'm just learning how to use life (learning how to use life)
*i'm just learning how to use life
*got to do it right, it ain't something you can do twice

*cause i'm feeling so free
*it's your boy chill
*do you really know me?
*i'm feeling so free
*listen to the tracks, then you really know me
*now you really know me
*it's your boy chill
*i'm feeling so free
*and if you really know me, you listen to the tracks - got you feeling so free
Track Name: Laid Back As Fuck
Oweli:
I work for the beats in feats like taiko
I go outside the lines like a psycho
Despite your aversion to new paradigm immersion I continue searching
Watch it happen, eyesight worsen the burden heard and said in many areas
Occurred and spurred a spread of mass hysteria
Let the gifted carry ya on my back
My raps: a science exact
Mine's an alliance defiant to all the shit that's wack
I let no haters detract
Naysayers fade to black
I throw the soul flow then bring it right back
Magnificent, but yo I'm never dragged into it
Make some kids trip when I spit just a little bit
They get a taste, find their brains replaced with a trace of the greats (Slick Rick, Masta Ace)
I make hits, while you masquerade
Fishing raps from the future you could cast your fate
I compensate for those who dilapidate
Stay up, don't sleep, keep rapping late

chill the ill poet:
*another day, another verse
*got lines to rehearse
*i feel the sand pouring for my time on the earth so i move quick, move quick, move quicker
*if they're sounding fresh then the kid sound slicker
*flip ya to a whole new vibe yet still keep it chilling, clear clouds from your mindset
*music's just a feeling so open up your eyelids
*got love for the sound now love for the silence
*yea, and we making more cause we vibrant
*someone pop the hydrants
*fire from the fresh
*best hit the sirens
*the spots blown up
*hands in the house know they got thrown up
*know what?
*i ain't even tripping when i'm spitting
*usually fretting about the setting let the cops show up
*it's all good, cause yo i know my rights
*this is astrolinguistics
*oweli take the mic

Oweli:
I rap with a thirst for knowledge and wisdom
Act like a prism in the dark, existing outside of the system
It's stark, the contrast of my bomb-blast flow from the daily unreality shows shown on comcast.
So I keep the feel realer than real
These kinesthetic poetics that wreck it everytime
I deal for a second with the beats and the breaks
Put a fresh one on the plate
And with a passion, I create, and
Kick a couple of ill rhymes in exploration of some dead thoughts and dead feelings that we've been facing
But I'm willing to be giving mic-to-mouth resuscitation
Been mad patient, it's just a matter of placing
Correct words in the right order
My mind's floating with the planets like an outer-space kite sort of.

chill the ill poet:
*and the dope anecdotes the man evokes spoke to folks over notes chose by the most highly recommended host: mister jay
*west coast, it's the bay, with live rhyme display
*no time to play, we make classics, classics,
*real, no fake
*some stay plastic as if massive flows by my crew ain't passing over their heads (like ufos make traffic in the sky)
*we've arrived
*a visit by the exquisite sly wizard of rhymes
*flowing froze em like blizzards sometimes
*they say "yo who is it?"
*listen: it's mac that cat who rap different
*if and when you choose to spend time listening to the sound of life through a pen, i fuse the mic with a blend of the right types of slight strikes of brilliance
*flight to the trillionth power of ten
*you know i come fresh now and again
*chill with the scoop
*jay with the loops that's my friend
*oweli keep it real, no he don't pretend
*shout out to tim the sult, that's short for sultan and i'm chilling