Illosophy

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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.

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from In The Trunk, released April 2, 2011
Oweli and Chill The Ill Poet
Produced by Mister Jay

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