The Chilltape Vol. 1

by Slim Jeff

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#thechilltape is a fusion of jazzy loops and poetic rhyme patterns. It’s perfect for deep minds and tribe vibes. Enjoy it on a Sunday drive, while viewing your favorite work of art, or anytime you need to unwind. Produced by 80beats.


released August 8, 2015

Produced by: M. Garcia
Written by: S. Jefferson
Recorded @: Waxroom Studios, San Pedro, CA
Mixed by: B. Pedersen
Additional vocals: N. Tescum, A. Isrealsson, E. Jefferson
Vocoder: M. Davis
Cover designed by: M. Walker




Slim Jeff Los Angeles, California

Born and raised in Leimert Park, the center of the Black arts scene in Los Angeles, Slim Jeff grew up heavily influenced by his parents’ eclectic music collection. He exhibits a rare combination of witty punch lines and thoughtful content, reminiscent of artists such as Mos Def. Slim Jeff's latest offering is entitled Sincerely. ... more

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Track Name: ghetto terrain (prod. by 80beats)
I put my vices on papyrus and recite it to the world colliding with the swirl of tornados, tormented. A reinvention of my pops i hope not the dope spot is a roadblock but the backdoor to halfway houses and crack whores, heroin traps and trap doors, wars on drugs. Drug wars' young thugs catch grown-man slugs. You know America don't give a fuck about us. Sirens round us surround us on the daily. Maybe if I was Israeli I'd have an ally. No alibi for the underdog they dog us. Constantly walking these steps within the system. Don't trip them alarms I'm real as Marshawn, can't lynch nat turner 'cause the spirit too strong. Say #blacklivesmatter not to slave masters, masters of chaos, trauma, and disaster. Live from the boulevards of ghetto terrain Black man get killed slangin' cigarettes. Viral on the internet cops choke him to death, walk into the sunset freely are you kidding me? Freedom be equated differently if pigment ain't pink. Yell fuck the police 'cause the piggies all stink. Bartender pour a drink, let me deal with he misery. The whiskey might whisk me away to a day when my daughter grandkids ain't gotta feel this way. I say power to the people, propaganda in a needle will kill so please think critically homie