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ALBUM PRODUCED BY THE LASSO

"an intoxicating mix of West Coast G-funk... intergalactic head trips a la Maggot Brain, and the kind of gritty dirty South hip-hop that provided the backdrop for Outkast’s Aquemini." J. Edward Keyes

Lando Chill makes music which is classified as hip-hop, but isn't tethered to a single genre, encompassing elements of funk, gospel, jazz, indie rock, psychedelic, and folk. Lance Washington was born and raised in Chicago, but moved to Arizona to attend college. His debut full-length For Mark, Your Son arrived on Mello Music Group in 2016. The album was an intense self-examination inspired by the loss of the rapper's father, who died of a heart attack when Washington was four years old. Lando Chill's second album, The Boy Who Spoke to the Wind, appeared in 2017 and was named #26 on Bandcamp Daily's 100 Best Albums of the Year. The album was influenced by Paulo Coelho's book The Alchemist, and contained a more abstract, experimental sound than his prior releases. Since 2016, Lando Chill has teamed with multi-instrumentalist and producer The Lasso, resulting in a singular sound only possible through a true symbiosis of vocalist and producer. Once again, the duo has taken a leap forward with Lando Chill’s upcoming release, Black Ego; a collection of songs that is equal parts west coast funk and desert trip-hop, threaded together by Lando's bold vision. Black Ego is slated for an October 12th release on Mello Music Group.

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released October 12, 2018

1. ego vanish (feat. The Lasso)
Written by Lando Chill, The Lasso
Produced by The Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill, The Lasso & Maya Vera
Bass by Chris Pierce
Farfisa, Mellotron, Synths, Drum Programming by The Lasso
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

2. clypped (feat. MotorKam)
Written by Lando Chill, MotorKam
Produced by The Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill, MotorKam & Maya Vera
Bass Guitar by Chris Pierce
Synths & Drum Programming by The Lasso
Additional Vocals by PSYPIRITUAL & Johnny Redd
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

3. facts
Written by Lando Chill
Produced by The Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill
Bass Guitar by Chris Pierce
Electric Guitar, Rhodes, Synths, Drum Programming by The Lasso
Additional Vocals by DJ Q, Uncle Burnee, PSYPIRITUAL, REY
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

4. peso (feat. Quelle Chris, REY)
Written by Lando Chill, Quelle Chris, REY
Produced by The Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill, Quelle Chris & REY
Drums by Theodore Ndawillie II
Bass by Chris Pierce
Electric Guitar, Synths, Drum Programming by The Lasso
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

5. dah vapor (feat. swansuit)
Written by Lando Chill
Produced by The Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill & Swansuit
Bass Guitar by Chris Pierce
Electric Guitar, Synths, Rhodes, Organ, Drum Programming by The Lasso
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

6. fauna
Written by Lando Chill
Produced by The Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill & Maya Vera
Electric Guitar, Synths, Drum Programming by The Lasso
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

7. cess
Written by Lando Chill
Produced by the Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill
Bass Guitar by Chris Pierce
Acoustic Guitar, Synths, Electric Guitar, SP555 by The Lasso
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

8. koolaide (feat. Psychic Twin)
Written by Lando Chill, Psychic Twin
Produced by The Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill, Psychic Twin & Swansuit
Bass Guitar by Chris Pierce
Synths, Electric Guitar, Drum Programming by The Lasso
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

9. all my life (feat. PSYPIRITUAL, The Lasso, Maya Vera)
Written by Lando Chill, The Lasso, PSYPIRITUAL
Vocals by Lando Chill, PSYPIRITUAL, The Lasso & Maya Vera
Bass Guitar by Chris Pierce
Electric Guitar, Rhodes, Organ, Vibraphone, Synths, Drum Programming by The Lasso
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

10. bus it til it fit
Written by Lando Chill
Produced by the Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill
Bass Guitar by Chris Pierce

Lando Chill - Vocals
Chris Pierce - Bass Guitar
Electric Guitar, Rhodes, Organ, Synths, Drum Programming by The Lasso
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

11. free pack
Written by Lando Chill
Produced by The Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill
Bass Guitar by Chris Pierce
Synths, Electric Guitar, SP555, Drum Programming by The Lasso
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

12. from the hip
Written by Lando Chill
Produced by The Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill
Bass Guitar by Chris Pierce
Electric Guitar, Synths, SP555, Drum Programming by The Lasso
Additional Vocals by Marley B, Johnny Redd
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

13. love cold (feat. swansuit)
Written by Lando Chill
Produced by The Lasso
Vocals by Lando Chill, swansuit & Maya Vera
Bass Guitar by Chris Pierce
Rhodes, Organ, Clavinet, Electric Guitar, Drum Programming by The Lasso
Mixed & Mastered by Ben Lau at WaveLab, Tucson, AZ
Landochill (ASCAP), Double Phelix Music (ASCAP)

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Track Name: Ego Vanish (feat. The Lasso)
(verse 1 )

sit with yaself in a room made of gloom,
part tomb half wound,
make a dead man swoon,

for the cake,
ego take from the fake,
of the sake of the mate,
we was destined to wake

woke is joke if you choke on ya trope,
you broke but cha soul still low

we throw hope onna hill,
no skill burn will
for the pill or the gram
we lamb to the wolf or pig to the rig
get big or die for the piece of the pie

(verse 2)

dope fiend
hope dream fitted
mind know just hot to hit,
fuck witcha ID stay livid,
vivid in death cant fit,
trippin off breathe cant get it,
grind stay loose stay wit it,
get more in this life like a white man chillin
on land not his,
no food for the kids,
just lids on ya mind,
no time for the grind,
no spine for the good,
just hood for the likes and the wood grain hype,
that’s light work pimpin,
roll with the sight
lil man no simpin
buss with the stank and ya leg still limpin
no thank for the drank and ya heart stay trippin
that’s soul you tippin
while the packs stay flippin
Track Name: Clypped (feat. MotorKam)
fit a lil dope dealer in a string bean body
bank lobby all slobby tryna cash a fake check
I ain’t know, but them homies let me go off respect,
stay high no stress put a nigga in a bind
no spine for the kick in so a kid kept spittin stay Witten like im Jason,
legacies I be chasin tryna make the world right,
stay hype,
cause the bud gimme light like a get down,
gone lil mama take a sit down,
throw ya shoes off, relax, a young nigga smacked off the bud
caint fuck with the blunts like wiz
only papers for the kids no mids,
just the Burt Bacharach of the shit,
all hydro green for the pyros
hitchu with the high low
nigga fuck a five 0,
papered up from the tip to the cut,
some triggers stay stuck,
some jo’s stay buck,
iont give a nary fuck bout a hater,
its game we don’t cater too
high from Decatur too

(chorus)

fuck wit the clique
gotta learn how to roll
care-ful with the dro
you aint hit this befo’

bald head chick got me thinkin that she Caillou
high too keep it all wet like a bayou
tear the whole town to dah ground like a kaiju
plug got wheels nigga fly through high too

(MotorKam verse)

(end interlude)

you cant lie, cause I know,
you’ve never hit this before
you aint on my level,
whole clique on chill you cant roll
Track Name: Facts
sober up, mahhfucka,
know your limit,
take that drug,
know your chemist,
this your life,
know ya premise,
keep it tight,
aint no limit,
inner light,
don’t you dim it,
we Kemet, peep the penance,
we Kemet,
blood runth from the sentence that’s been 400 years,
the oceans salt came from all of our tears,
stay overboard with ya fears,
we in the land of the gears,
(so grease em up),
money trees be the shade of the free,
(so crease em up),
picket peace in the land of the buck,
then mount it,
self worth come from species we killin,
so count it,
ol earth know its hurt like pussy we pound it,
break it, buy it, tell it that it need to diet,
what this nation really needs is a pussy riot,
FACTS,
see my mind be Monae inspired,
FACTS,
speaking yo truth that’s gon take you higher,
FACTS,
purpose not worthless we don’t need no sire,
see we black so we stealth,
these piggies huntin for pelts,
instead of whippin our welts,
it be the bullet that melts,
brain matter and psyche,
guess my dead body fresher in bloody Nikes,
guess words double your worth,
if your people like me,
press earth double your worth, while we dying nightly,
in the dirt, my people hurt, you gon have to fight me,
in the dirt, my people hurt, you aint gotta like me,
in the dirt my people first nigga
Track Name: Peso (feat. Quelle Chris & REY)
peso

(lando verse)

keep them eyelids peeled
never healed from them old scars,
boy bogard ya fate for they spray you from that cop car,
born up in the trap nigga Ackbar,
jakes gon start to hate you if you act hard,
so we solid like some collard greens and ox tail,
I wonder if you box well,
I wonder when you plunder does that hunger come from cop well,
that’s bubbling inside to put us niggas in a deep cell,
the first tell,
is how you sell your own when them shots fell

(interlude)

double agents atcha door,
tryna infiltrate the flow,
CO-PRO-INTEL put the coke up on the shore,
Hoover hated all my bros
for they stronger than they foes.
migra dirty as they go,
come and kill us for the low,
twitter keep us in the know,
now we hashin for the glow,
double agents atcha door,
tryna infiltrate the flow nigga

(chorus)

peso
put it in the back when they say so
hitchu with that wax, be the caseload
everybody feds nigga stay woke

peso
put it in the back when they say so
hitchu with that wax, be the caseload
everybody feds raza stay woke
Track Name: Fauna
funk dirty like the sauce we drippin in
baby fed up so she kickin it,
that’s some real shit you be slippin in,
wetter than the oceans we be drillin in,
pillaging the goofy for that booty and bass,
struggle taste better brown as a white hobby,
sound is a bank lobby bound by the trend,
black skills make it bend,
is you friend to the foe of the future you want,
all savant no vapor,
keep ya man mad in the cut,
Don Draper,
ride a bad fad like a truck
cross and acre of bud
while shes fuckin it up to some Mary J. Blige
(while she fuckin it up to some Mary J. Blige)
I can hit the whole shit when I’m ridin it right,
and she can fit the whole clip when she workin it tight,
and I can hit the whole shit when she ridin it right,
and she can fit the whole clip
(I can fit the whole clip)
yes ma’am

(chorus)

smoke so I know its real,
feel evry touch from ya brain to ya gut,
give it up I wanna smoke good marijuana
babe fuck with the fauna
she’s a kush pre-Madonna tho


folk buck to defend,
it’s a race to the end for a wetter dream,
better level up for a lotta cream,
creatine puns for the Weezy fiends,
triggas jacked up,
finna spill the beans,
niggas fyyed up of some collard greens and taters,
keep it vegan for the haters,
be some players in this game
not a cog for the gain
it’s a shame,
we dun hit the major vein of this earth,
ima lame if I let this fucking game make my worth, yall

(chorus) x4
Track Name: Cess
(verse 1)

said im funky with the sauce,
that’s a dead man walkin,
you can catch me if you can,
im the black Chris Walken,
Goodfella
Cinderalla man left to ya chest,
nigga stress of the cess til that day light come,
I’m the best out this bitch, if I die real young,
then I’m gon bless out this bitch, ‘til your kingdom come,
on some prophecy shit, see we all be sages,
women make magic, yo,
they all be mages

two spirit, one body, been alive for ages,
see the shackle on ya mind, we break all them cages,
nickel plated armor,
saturated in honor,
how it felt with Obama,
that’s a comma, pause,
pontificate with yo gods,
measures odds we gon take with this pen through the fog,
we some hogs in a world of bacon,
breed for the takin,
way lay for the cakin,
with these people who fakin

(chorus)

that’s a bitter pill to swallow like a swallow in a storm,
is it warm where your heart is,
that trigger where your part is.

that’s a bitter pill to swallow like a swallow in a storm,
is it warm where your heart is,
that trigger where your part is.

its shooters that’ll guard us
my people go the farthest

(x4)
Track Name: Koolaide (feat. Psychic Twin)
(chorus)

I just want your koolaide
I just want your lovin’

(verse 1)

‘til they bust from seams,
cant you see how the greed makes em fiend
cause we all want that cream
make us sing for that lean
not a dollar and a dream
‘til you squalor and you father every problem every seen
basic,
but everybody aint born with that lettuce for that Lasik
nigga or a mind full of patience,
rather kill the and make a spaceship
and find another planet with some people to be wasted

(verse 2)

im open souled
up in tow,
open flowed,
open road,
open shore,
open motion,
groundin it,
poundin it,
run up in this bitch while they crownin shit,
looking for the room why they houndin shit
looking for they love while they sounded stiff,
I smoke shit,
I try to lose self in it,
while we try to make wealth from it,
music,
abuse it,
they stealthin it,
music, abuse it, they stealthin it,
we create the system,
run the piston,
use what glistens just to listen,
nature pimpin,
all this shit equippin, all this shit we crimpin
Track Name: All My Life (feat. PSYPIRITUAL, Maya Vera, The Lasso)
verse 1

can you settle the squadron,
while I scramble the jets,
5 g’s for the vets who don’t take no pills,
good smoke drown out all your ills like penicillin,
leave you stuck got your soul asking how you feelin,
well,
wishin for the smoke to fill up my lungs like burnt toast,
leave ‘em black like the skin we won,
the west boast is the side I’m on so run it back,
leave the seeds in my sack so y’all can grow y’all own nigga

verse 2

whittle the wood work with words faster than footwork,
the weed knows when heart hurts so we all stay involved,
its problem solved unto the weed man you called aint picking up,
be as brave as you say and chipper up,
for the rain clouds you see gon open up at least for somebody,
nobody’s knockin,
Spotify poppin,
the music aint stopping,
just nobody’s bookin,
feelin forsooken,
questioning lookin,
for options and pipe dreams in desert scenes,
found me this green and my esteem inside this music thing,
couple rings on falcon wings beside the wind it brings,
and that’s some dealer dope knowledge for my third eye bucks who chase does using all they luck,
give zero fucks and pretend to be woke to get a poke in,
I mean,
y’all token niggas broken,
including me,
‘side this life where good is white is such a fantasy,
romantically stuntin,
like Pharrell when he frontin,
like some bail that aint comin,
like a mind that stay runnin,
with shallow love after buntin,
its all connected to something,
we just project what we wantin,
as if ya demons aint hauntin,
beside the progress we flaunting on social,
missiles with bombs launching off the coastal,
white folks going postal,
black hate for the moguls,
shit not even the total,
they say sit back,
relax,
and protect y’all seat,
fuck that, buss back,
when they bring that heat, nigga
Track Name: Buss It Til It Fit
figure matter fact,
batter light,
parcel out a sac,
inner sight,
gimmie thinner bites,
of her kitty cat,
triple tap, safe word, Bacharach,
lower jaw upper neck,
nibble that triple stack waffles,
nigga dah Aristotle,
syrup be the apostle,
throttle don’t need no bottle,
liquor gon leave you hollow
see its hallowed where you smoke
you see you swallow every note
like at Apollo when you choke
aint broke so don’t you fix it
aint never done no whip its
I buy the bag then flip it
don’t need no broom to Quidditch
I cook my weed with spinach
my baby always finish
she in my mouth like dentist
we smoke then bounce like tennis
my niggas look like chemists
put that bias down, smoke a round then hear the sound,
hear you found fear was really something you can drown,
feed the hound with kindness,
never call me your highness,
I’m high enough, and my favorite Power-puff was Buttercup.
Track Name: Free Pack
(verse)

lacey wavy baby lay me save me from myself
spacey bassy faces case my psyches highest shelf
a nigga hand was dealt
this earth rob will til you hang with belt
you see the game is felt,
but not played,
placate fake to keep yourself paid,
well,
the money good,
a nigga tryna make it big in Bollywood,
molly wood grain drip quick like a Pollack,
the whole shit rigged guess I see it how I call it,
a nigga that’s solid see we hard to come by,
like ya midterm when you lose ya thumbdrive,
like ya third eye that’s about the blue sky,
like a quick tongue that between ya two thighs,
be the goal flip dough like a paraplegic,
who go fund me’d for the weed we eatin,
stem cell bring a nigga close to Eden,
cool shit,
but a nigga want close to even,
real shit,
took a piss po’,
when up in that john and took a hit though,
Lithgow,
classically trained to make you miss,
flow grew to the mane now the man call me negro,
sit up in the shade get paid when them trees blowup for the man while he sell you on demand see nigga the new cotton and bones part of the plan,
like nigga the new cotton and bones part of the plan.
Track Name: From The Hip
(verse 1)

quibble with craft,
these gatekeepers en massé,
feed great tweeters with ass on they shoulders,
bullshit in some Folgers,
gas the pyre that smolders with the bones of the older mahhfuckers who came before us,
sell you bangers,
and keep the folder with the Van Gogh,
fuck with me I swear I’ll let the hands go,
and you can catch the fade beneath the shade of that rental,
then body bag ‘er lean dream that left you mental,
its health over wealth just south of central…

(verse 2)

fuck whatchu know,
little known fact I was raised in the go,
feel it on tap, I was made for the show,
illest on map that nobody knows of consequence,
no common sense,
just hop the fence,
I’m past tense of being over looked,
yall niggas shook, its cool tho,
flip ya bone,
keep ya dog,
that’s cujo, chu no like

(chorus)

shoot from the hip
this music’ll dip like bacco spit
pound every round, I load the clip
found our own sound on some Bowie shit

shoot from the hip
this music’ll dip like bacco spit
pound every round, I load the clip
found our own sound on some Bowie shit




(verse 3)

see my soul to be cant believe this,
born from the go y’all shit cant deceive us,
born in the snow y’all niggas caint freeze us,
go too ku y’all niggas fake friezas,
hype to the shit, legit with the mind read,
nigga don’t dip, too swift with the sight read,
trigga don’t trip cant hit what the blind see,
mind free think in a blink of an eye,
that’s smoke to the sky third eye where you find me,
blimey nigga see the figure make it back,
try me nigga meet the hitta out back,
slimy nigga beat the bitter bounce back,
sign me nigga and don’t forget about the pack,
this consider we finna take this shit back, shit back like…

shoot from the hip
this music’ll dip like bacco spit
pound every round, I load the clip
found our own sound on some Bowie shit

shoot from the hip
this music’ll dip like bacco spit
pound every round, I load the clip
found our own sound on some Bowie shit

shoot from the hip
this music’ll dip like bacco spit
pound every round, I load the clip
found our own sound on some Bowie shit

shoot fron the hip,
this msuic’ll dip like bacco spit…
Track Name: Love Cold
(verse 1)

love is cold,
is bold,
say it not to non-believers,
who depreciate the worth of those earth,
and its keepers knew first,
but that’s a lesson that ya church cant teach, ya mans cant preach,
the land and sea dun hit its reach.
when its all dead and gone what will we seek,
when its all dead and gone what will we seek, yo,
guess y’all heard that speech,
while us black folk leak,
out where earth meet street,
out where earth meet heat,
and trigger fingers turn springer that’s for a jury to see,
but they aint helping the street,
so they aint welcome with me,
we been cookin up some justice aint no helping us eat,
so when its all said and done
dead and gone we gon be restin in peace,
show love carry on that be the gold recipe,
find light within dark that be the test you cant see,
find light within dark that be the test you can beat
you can beat

(verse 2)

love is bigger than the baddest mahfucka on this earth and that’s on god,
but it cant stop a bullet or get a nigga a job,
but it can rectify how you lookin at all your odds,
and maybe it can save me from givin up all I got,
so soak it in,
my queer homies gon make it where we s’pposed to been,
its been said how you start when you never begin,
I’ve been dead,
guess this love has an happiest end,
sing my songs and share them with many friends,
right ya wrongs and start reversing them trends,
for every garden you tend to is within,
and we be needing some tress,
yo,
a day full of ease, hemp papers and tree,
its all connected well respected if you building through peace,
but ones a nigga always,
and we gon die for our say,
black forever always,
and at the end of the day,
we still gon die for say,
we still gon die for our say…

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