Chills, Chill Filmography

• Juicy Wet Asses 6 (2011)

• Nelly
• The Rasmus
• Rasmus
• EPMD
• Brainpower
• Anna David

Yo, what you tell a muh'fucker with two black eyes?
Nothin', you done already told his punk ass twice
D E R R T Y
(We back, we back, we back)
We all we got, yo, know I want y'all do? Yo
Aiyo, stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute
Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods, 'woot-woot'
Watch the Crips loc' it up, we back, we got our focus up
St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that
Supreme team, if we lose you open your minds
Start readin' some things, we got it, holla at us, c'mon
Easy with that murder, murder, murder, kill, kill
We did that back when I was born Bill, Bill
But I still do the knowledge, let me give you the math
I rock a seven and a half for my seven and a half
I be with Moses and Kane and Abel, puttin' in work
I slap a nun, beat the reverend up, spit in his church
My derrty niggaz come through, we turn the heat up in June
We at the party mackin', even throw a bitch in the room
Ménage-à-trois, Murph' is [Incomprehensible], me and Law
'Cause we the baddest muh'fuckers that you seen thus far so
Nigga chill, calm down
Watch your words, don't let your mouth get ahead of ya
You really talkin' reckless right now
And we know you ain't built for that
Nigga chill, calm down
Watch your words, don't let your mouth get ahead of ya
You really talkin' reckless right now
And we know you ain't built for that
Look, learn, listen, check it, start your cars up, trick your broads out
Pump your hard up, homie, now put your guard up
You throw that one two but, look how I jab you
No need you run in the derrty, homie I had to
You was doin' a lot of talkin', a lot of barkin'
But your bite was nothin', guess, you mighta been frontin'
Yo ain't no mic to it, city see right through it
I was born to be the shit like I was Mike Hewitt
Don't test me though, homie I might do it
Check my track record, the feelin' go right to it
It was easy for me, I was born to win
You was born to hate me, you should be born again
You with Mike and Kevin, we with Law and them
You cop American cars, we cop foreign 'em
Take a look at us derrty, we put the star in them
No slow stray bullets nigga, we Brett Favre'n them
You gots to chill, and let your conscience be free
Lil' boy, obviously y'all ain't fuckin' with Ky'
You see I stays real high, but I be's low-key
I'm so allergic to the line e'rybody know me
You know what, why shouldn't y'all hate?
'Cause y'all so half decent, we Frosted Flakes great
And these ain't came out yet, I know y'all so late
I smoke zips, you pop 8's, damn what a waste
My lady is so happy, yours masturbates
You wash up in a sink, nigga I bathe in a lake
The way y'all copy our style ASCAP should make y'all pay
But they don't, so I'ma smoke a joint and get to the point
The muh'fuckin' point is keep my name out your mouth
Unless you sayin' how we repped the Lou, since we came out
We've been winners since we came out, yo' mouth keep my name out
You don't wanna see thirty cardinal birds with they thangs out
Nigga chill, calm down
Watch your words, don't let your mouth get ahead of ya
You really talkin' reckless right now
And we know you ain't built for that
Nigga chill, calm down
Watch your words, don't let your mouth get ahead of ya
You really talkin' reckless right now
And we know you ain't built for that
Murphy Lee, God body, take shit from nobody
Nelly bought it for me so that's my Maserati
Y'all know about me, I'm so far from sloppy
You not a female nigga, so how can you top me?
My style can't be copied people trust me
Even though you look like me, your flow musty
That means you stinkin', what you think's extinct
Been gone too long to even dig up the bones
I'm on my new-new, upgrade the kush from the doo-doo
That's a big step, but that's how niggaz from the Lou do
Last rap was too cool, but this one is too damn hot
You wack rappers think you hot when you not
All this I talk slick shit as if you really did shit
Thinkin' you deserve my spot, well there it is then
Gave niggaz time but now I'm back with a few of my friends
Lunatics 'bout to do this again, ohh
Nigga chill, calm down
Watch your words, don't let your mouth get ahead of ya
You really talkin' reckless right now
And we know you ain't built for that
Nigga chill, calm down
Watch your words, don't let your mouth get ahead of ya
You really talkin' reckless right now
And we know you ain't built for that
Uh, tell you somethin'
You should see their faces when I walk in the facility
Mean mug, what's the purpose of you ice-grillin' me?
You're killin' me but really B, you ain't on my radar
Always used the right amount of strokes, that's why I stayed par
I ain't no killer, lil' silly nigga but they are
You got the same ride as me but that's just my day car
My décor might be Levi's and a A-R
15 G's in my pocket just to play cards
So meet me in the casino way in the back
Me and her fleein' the scene away in the 'Llac
She say she feelin' her bean, a green of a stack
She say she like it obscene, I'm way into that
In fact, you niggaz ain't like me, you salty
Me,I'm like pepper 'cause I spice shit up
The 'Flavor Flav' of the game 'cause I hype shit up
Might call my hundred watt niggaz in to light shit up
You better chill, calm down
Watch your words, don't let your mouth get ahead of ya
You really talkin' reckless right now
And we know you ain't built for that
Nigga chill, calm down
Watch your words, don't let your mouth get ahead of ya
You really talkin' reckless right now

I gotta make a phonecall to my best friends.
I gotta let them know that I'm leaving. Everything behind me
and politely I don't wanna hurt their feelings. Oh no.
I'll need to come back and I wanna explain why I had to
leave them sleeping. The answer's in the air
but I really don't care. 'Cos I couldn't really keep on
breathing the smoke.
Chorus:
And every time when I painted my room.
Like a fool I hid my feelings. And every time when I painted
my room. I thought about leaving.
You roll like a stone girl, you should not stop. And I don't
wanna step on your feet. And you do what you do to stay
on top. And I don't wanna make you feel incomplete.
Chorus
At the end of the day. I don't know what to say.
At the end of the day. I'll be flying away. (flying away)
Chorus (2x)

I gotta make a phonecall to my best friends.
I gotta let them know that I'm leaving.
Everything behind me and politely I don't wanna hurt their feelings, oh no.
I'll need to come back and I wanna explain why I had to leave them sleeping.
The answer's in the air but I really don't care 'cos I couldn't really keep on breathing the smoke.
And every time when I painted my room
like a fool I hid my feelings.
And every time when I painted my room
I thought about leaving.
You roll like stone girl, you should not stop and I don't wanna step on your feet.
And you do what you do to stay on top. I don't wanna make you feel incomplete.
And every time when I painted my room...
At the end of the day I don't know what to say.
At the end of the day I'll be flying away.

Chill...
Yeaaaa, hahahaha
(Erick Sermon)
Equip wit the rap microchip
Program, aptitude, one mo return, oh ----
My face in the magazines, showing my eyes green
(Chill...) Chill, fresh new dip when I'm seen
Yo, dig, it's the new fig for the E-Double
I pack a Mac 10 just in case of trouble
Hot like the handle on a pot, I'm steaming
Fame and more glory than Morgan Freeman
I'm the original, my style's deformed
So it can sound crazy ill when I perform
Yea, check 1, 2, mic supreme
EPMD, the rap American Dream Team
The E-Double's definitely no joke
You can't see me, even wit the microphone
I'm massive dope, funky, who's deffer
Yo, when I express myself like Salt 'N Pepa
Erick Sermon and Parrish Smith
The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest
Hardcore rhymin, yea, that's the ticket
Buckwhylin, ruff enuff for Long Island
Chill.... Yeaaaaaa, Hahahaha....
Ruff enuff to rock New York to Long Island
(PMD)
Back up, boy, move easy wit the hand motion
Don't even blink, kid, or I'ma start smoking
The glock hammer's cocked wit the speed jock
12 shots, the bust target is the brown fox
So call me smooth talk rhyme, jaywalk wit the slang talk
B-boy fanatic, straight from New York
The foundation, landmark of the rap scene
EPMD in effect, I'm clocking mad green
Like Kermit the Frog, sloppy like Boss Hog
Girls runnin wild, ?paid tho' like a klondar?
For mics are ready to flow in slow mo'
Know the rap game just like Bo knows hoes
(Yeaaaa, hahahaha)Hard, you get scarred, messing wit the Hit Squad
Slide easy or catch a bullshucks charge
No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill
Get the macadamians, and, oh, yea, kid, chill
Chill.... Yeaaaa, hahahaha....
Ruff enuff to rock New York to Long Island....

(versie 1 Brainpower)
Ik sta bekend om mijn raps yo doe heftige shows lekkere flows
Lappen tekst over allerlei tracks maar altijd vet
Never nep jouw geklep is wack berg t ergens op
Want je rhymes zijn net als drummers zonder armen en slaan nergens op
Soms moet ik weg en ben t zat heb t gehad met sleur en irritatie
Hetzelfde gezeur en imitatie
Ik bel met vrienden en dwell met vrienden; da's niet praktisch
Noem ze peeps, homies, kameraden [wat!?] gabbers of matties
Van vroeger of nu van straks of van toen
T is altijd cool wat ik bedoel is dat familiegevoel
Je geeft je meningen over meisjes en vertaalt ze vakkundig
En vaak herinneringen ophalen of verhalen van blunders
[.....] What the deal? eigenlijk gebeurt er niet veel
vaak gaan we lauw en all-out maar nu kil, hang ik gewoon en ik chill
Refrein (Rollarocka):
Chill, doe je ding ook al heb je weinig tijd
Vergeet de dagelijkse sleur word door de vibe begeleid
En je chillt, als van die dagen waarop peeps je vertragen
En mensen je van alles vragen en je t niet kan verdragen
En je chillt, he yo nou stress niet zo gauw onthoud t feit
dat jouw bewegingsreden doet wat je wou
En je chillt, verzet je zinnen haal frustraties niet binnen
Door middel van winnen beginnen we te doen wat we willen
We chillen
(versie 2 Brainpower)
T raam staat open t weer is chill m'n stereo staat zacht
Wrijf in mijn ogen in m'n hoofd zit nog de tekst van vannacht
Muziek ik leef t mad man check dan' k zit aan de bedrand
Sta op en loop naar buiten al fluitend en koop een z-krant
Voor nop verschijnt de zon dus soms zijn je wegen krom
No matter what ik groet m'n peeps in de stad als ik ze tegenkom
Want iedereen moet chillen op z'n tijd is een feit
Al die nonsens van altijd is wat je liever vermijdt
Geen gezeik, net stressvol, gewoon een vibe, je voelt je flex
Niet zo hype, vergeet je werk school en blijf lekker relax
En ik chill, met m'n crew nooit is het met z'n vieren saai
En ik chill, alleen ik ga naar m'n kamer en draai Jamiroquai
En ik chill, bepraat met maten waar t in t leven om gaat
En ik chill, op zoek naar platen in die tweedehands zaak
En je chillt, waar dan ook in je favoriete bar
Of met je kids op het strand in de bolderkar of in het Vondelpark
Je digt t vast met je glas op n terras in de stad
of ergens buiten en je ligt op het gras
yo what up Brain?!' Nou eigenlijk gebeurt er niet veel
Vaak gaan we lauw en all-out maar nu kil hang ik gewoon en ik chill
Refrein (Rollarocka):
Chill, doe je ding ook al heb je weinig tijd
Vergeet de dagelijkse sleur word door de vibe begeleid
En je chillt, als van die dagen waarop peeps je vertragen
En mensen je van alles vragen en je t niet kan verdragen
En je chillt,doe je ding ook al heb je weinig tijd
Vergeet de dagelijkse sleur word door de vibe begeleid
En je chillt, verzet je zinnen haal frustraties niet binnen
Door middel van winnen beginnen we te doen wat we willen
We chillen

Det’ crazy
Som man kan gå rundt blind nogen gange
Men det’ slut nu
For jeg har fundet en der passer på mig
Mens verden suser forbi
Kysser og cruiser vi
Hånd i hånd dig og mig
Intet kan få mig ned
Så længe du er med
Ved jeg alt er fly
Solen den skinner
Skyerne forsvinder
Det’ næsten så godt det gør ondt
Damn, du’ så…
Det eneste jeg vil
Er ligge her og chill
For alting er så godt med dig
Lad verden gå i stå
Der’ intet vi skal nå
For baby alting er så godt med dig
Det’ fucked up
Som jeg har spildt min tid
Så mange gange
Men det’ slut nu
For jeg har fundet en der altid gør mig glad
Men verden suser forbi
Kysser og cruiser vi
Hånd i hånd dig og mig
Intet kan få mig ned
Så længe du er med
Ved jeg alt er fly
Solen den skinner
Skyerne forsvinder
Det’ næsten så godt det gør ondt
Damn, du’ så…
Det eneste jeg vil
Er ligge her og chill
For alting er så godt med dig
Lad verden gå i stå
Der’ intet vi skal nå