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S U N D N T C H I L L

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The Sun Don't Chill is an EP recorded mixed and mastered by Illecism [for fun] and solely produced by Nicatyne. Summer vibe, just something to get you through the day.

Watch Illecism's first music video "Natomas Park" at www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wwlu7i0XjXU

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credits
released 20 July 2010
All mixing, and recording done by Illecism.
All songs produced by Nicatyne, years ago.
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tags: hip hop/rap world california for fun hip hop illecism natomas nicatyne slaps summer thank you the insomniaks Liberia
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Track Name: Plus Sign Vibes
I know the fans been blue, what you loccin' about?
You ain't know I let my microphone soak in a drought?
Yae finna roll up 'n we out...
Me and Fly high, you know the dudes known for smoking you out?
Bitch!
The summer just begun.
Freestyle like Jin, not sippin' no Seagrams
Gotta bad one? Just hope my nigga don't see her
get saved like Arizona cans and weed crumbs
Wesssside!
Where we from!
Is poppin' you'll witness, watch this for instance
stop at your spot once we knock make an entrance
take shots with your mom, pour Ciroc on the bitches
raise your deuces if you want classic rap
to vibe track to track,
get high, I could find pills, acid, crack.
Or just get a sesh back to back,
but first you gotta bring yo ass to Sac
where the....

Only thing we need is the Plus Sign Vibes
only thing i bring when I bust my rhyme
bad girls, oh my
good times, no lie

Only thing we need is the Plus Sign Vibes
only thing i bring when I bust my rhyme
bad girls, oh my
good times, no lie

Don't come with me if you'll be too high
We can pass but memories never die
California sun don't you be surprised...
If I'm standing over you when you rise
when you rise...

Pollyin' wit yo chick,
shoppin' getting mo fits
partying with Virgil, then we swallowing a whole 5th.
Smokin' so much potent
munchies on the whole trip
"can't wait until they build a Sonic in Natomas"
Oh shit!
Damn you wrong.
Can never hit this when the cameras on,
girls see me and be like "damn, you on.."
"You damn right bitch I'm off a bamboo bong."
Track Name: A Love > All The Trees
My cherry pie,
7 inches above five feet very fine
a fool for love...
I'm one, to deny,
as a pair (pear), you would be the apple of my eye.
I would always squeeze, but,
never need in order to get the juice
or my worm by your seed.
Queen...
Exhausted as I seem, I could stay up all night to hear you talk about your dreams.
The simple things, to say it best.
Like just watching me snore on your chest,
to rise and say this bass reminds me
of the beat behind your breast
I know you'd never be right, if I ever left..
That makes sense
'cause in the same sense before I pray for another you
I would pray for death, couldn't live with out you.
Forget about you?
The only one who stuck around to see what I'd amount to? Nah...
That's why when I get famous
and I've got a wrist full of rocks via Jacob
I'll throw one in your window, early in the am
when you open your blinds, be in the street sangin'
Yea

(Love making)

What was we sayin'?
Something bouta break up?
That's a nightmare
shall we wake up?
Baby I love watchin' wake up
Wake up, seems God already did your make up.
If you had no booty and some A cups,
I'd still grab.
And still smash.
Even when you don't look so good, you still bad.
So when niggas pop off in the mall I'll still spaz.
I'm still Raz, don't forget
I act an ass...
don't be upset.
Just use your mind, you're my only dime
and know how I get wit money...
so honey what you expect?
I'm selfish
but can't help it, if it was cool wit you,
I'd keep you in a full nelson
but rather have my palm on your pelvis
taking trips and having you dipped like shellfish,
in butter.
Outlaws and lovers.
The only other Bonnie I'd ever leave my bail wit
Get smothered, humped then switch rubbers.
You all that baby no Kenan and Kel, miss.
I weighed it out
finally got my scale fixed and realized
I don't need another bride
but should I find
may you never lose the lullaby
I came and sang to you
underneath the Summer sky...

Girl!
I just wanna let you know
you go.
You know you go.
You know I love you.
I love you.
I love you more than all of my pads and pencils
and all the trees in Sacramento!