chill-luciani
paterson
CONTACT INFO: click here for BLOG LINk: https://user.artistecard.com/chillluciani#!/news/2015/34456 Twitter: @theonlychill / / Freemusic:become a fan for free after readin http://www.reverbnation.com/chillluciani Also featured artist: https://soundcloud.com/joenathansb / / This jersey born, Paterson emcee has overcame his own dealings to become who he is. His family and friends, as well experiences molded his love for the art called hip hop. Both his parents both sang in their church choirs, especially his father. / / Next at 5 his mother, father, and his aunt Dodee caught him on video singing an old classic by Betty Wright, (No Pain NO Gain). his parents just made his love for music stronger giving him his first keyboard and later his first radio; because he couldn’t stay away from theirs. as far as music at the time he was only aware of soul, r&b;, and a minor dose of pop. then around the time pac and big passed his friend Jose introduced him to hip hop.
1.
bear all or part of the weight of; hold up.
"the dome was supported by a hundred white columns"
Always without thinkin twice, no matter who steps in the path. check the track behind 180 twice, still there.
cut or shape (something) to particular measurements.
not my cloth huh? picture the loss of weight, water work out. sweat and such. they have opinions and what else is new after that nothin much, so we let them talk do they thing i know you were hopin for suttin new sweeter well?
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 1:15 PM UTC
Today at 8:45 AM
Today is i realized this is the seventh year since oscar grants death. My heart to his family and the city of oakland. Im not here to come down on the police or the politics of them crime. Also we at 550 dont condone the senseless violence of the city. As an artist public figure, i cant see the increase of gun crimes a help. I know no one is perfect but everyday is one step closer to perfection. Spread love and knowledge amongst all. Yesterday i was goin over our history in the world. Mmmh we need, i forgot about the world. I made a life and got lost in more than just. Yet this blunt is around the world. Pass, we do go. Do you get lost? I drift alot without thinkin. 2nd gear quiet in the cut just pullin exhale. Next alot of laughter. Where when does it stop.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 9:25 AM UTC
Movin countless debts owe, can never repay. I love realism continuous ideas, can change grander. Asking and maintan ma. Generating interest knowin now and again. Free vision maybe the only the thing, jokin the guyz say hi. BB can: Babe as sight, boy im jumpin high. As jerz, associates d'evils kindness. Eventually drifts major jones. I ever fall freely, you face certain issues. Showin the way, lightin the path. Hi, clearly stamped send. You go hard BB.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:50 AM UTC
Tapping, as the teacher goes over lessons. Such a bore, its weds 2:59. Midterms its crazy, the year flew by so quick. Before you know its grauation. Im talking girls in bikinis, That beach life fine, right time of the year man. ******* cars beer pong, summer man. Gotta get 1,200 rentalcars. Calender so ex's, freshman, new 2 tha campus. I was lost too, funny? My frat brother is in the parking causing a ruckus. Some song, don't know the words to it. Few books in and android
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
Water surrounding me. Why youthful spirit? Time even recoil, yet escape? My night mare, see a track no destination? Daytime, No route, originaly? I knowingly how some see day light before sunrise? Deeply asking, never generalizing? Its hours before night, new it rough of course. I tried, sunrise eventually not caring is caring why position the past? My Past?
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
How I could have know if I reached out now. right, now im hulu watching bleach right now. Lites Cig while I write this down, for the ink. I see things from your perspective. The water, showing our reflection. Ironically? It falls behind me. Word to the six, whats that Toronto weather like? Im a slide you my text now number, so you can advice. Love your smile, that's a wow. Lets add in the pow. Its Mr. 550 you I gee ma. The only woman that bring the desert to the sea ma. uh, idk you birthday from now you libra. So rachet that's a aquarius . If life fair is, well see. Im tryin to see paris, you.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
The other night, I swore I gazed into the past. I saw a kid who was selfish. Not caring, never stressin. Never knowin I saw a teen, who didn't fit. Didn't make the cut, who never made anything grass hopper complex? Then I saw a man, whose hurt.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
as a light up my cigarette. I fade away, bit by bit. only inhibited by those around me. merely those fond memories. old portraits left behind. clearly some of the best times in my life. you can ask yourself that. late night chats. the conversations, the tears we shared. all the words exchange. last time I seen you, hmmm I still couldn't see what you mean to me. wrong place, wrong time. There no such thing perfect opportunity. and I was too blind to see advantages. except for the one time we kissed. which was by accident. and the one time we saw each other in that lite will you notice me. We both were preoccupied.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
she sits there in the corner.
Gazing upon the bottom of her glass.
The smell a menthol fills the air.
cognac that's her drink, no ice.
he's almost too scared to approach her.
not quite to sure what to say.
not knowing if the time is right.
he lites his Jade.
the smell almond the lite flickers.
her eyes hazel.
the barkeep says to him.
what do you want?
He replies, clearly something I can't afford.
she overhears over the noise.
her smile lights up the room, as she laughs.
what can he afford, in between her sweet giggles.
feels like a rock at the pit of the stomach.
paralyzed, startled at a loss of words.
he starts to feel like one of them Disney characters.
***** or somebody can't quite call it.
he can't quite look her in the eyes.
he orders the same thing.
cognac no chaser.
in the background there is a song playing.
sorta nostalgic yeah unfamiliar to average ears.
The base jumps, the strings hit the g cord.
her hair, cascades over her face.
she approaches the band.
he walks up to her, ever so gently upon her shoulder.
They lock eyes, he opens his mouth as if saw love.
before the first word come out of his mouth.
the lights come on, the clock strikes.
Tick.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
my dream is to have my song of a hundred thousand people them knowing every lyric to every song I ever made my dream is to be in the studio every Friday every Saturday morning is that have the hottest beats every day my dream still have my song free style over by hundreds of rappers my dream is to have equity my dream is to get paid something I love to do my dream is to hide away instrumentals outside those four walls tis silence my dream expand the minds of the youth now to the next four generations my dream is to be a part of this culture remembered an acclaimed at some of the legends I see before me everyday my dream the city never acknowledges it is to be one of those that opens the door or walk through that door a pioneer if you will my dream is something has to be something if the world pursues to stop me if you know me is f****** I was told don't let no one stop your music so your headphones on put on your favorite song turn off all your lights and drift into your zone for my dream is a dream of anybody that's an artist simply that was work in the gallery and better my craft everyday love you music
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC