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The Boom Bap Time Machine EP (2018)

by Dweller & Jonny Capicola

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Intro 00:19
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The 1990's 01:40
Journey through the centre of the earth, Packing rhyme, time travel through dimensions to a world That is now obsolete but we did the research, Put it down on the beat that we picked for the verse So we jumped in the beamer from the word go Set the dial to 93 and then we travelled through the wormhole, Back in time to the golden age of hip hop Way before Drake, Little Wayne, Meek & Rick Ross
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Dusty Vinyl 03:28
Chorus Still choppin' up dusty vinyl (This ain't MTV, it's just me and Jonny on the MPC) .....Another old school banger...Like a shot from a rusty rifle VERSE 1 Yes Jonny this is funky mate, makes me wanna rap forever, I spit a verse leave you hungry for the acapella, Pennin words sat smoking like a Panatella, You fella's all know the drill, Black & Decker Greater Manchester, cobbled streets and the bad weather, It's more rap from your man Dweller, Lone ranger, In bid for your spirit i'm a soul trader, still smokin, Joe Frazer, Ain't a free loader, Blue Cheese roller, You think your rap cos' you bought a Jay Z poster, On the cliffs edge, pushing shit MC's over, I do what I gotta do to achieve closure On the pirate ship, feeling higher than a pilot is, On some Bear Grylls style survival tip My music's spreading like viruse's Find us where the MPC, mic & vinyl is. CHORUS VERSE 2 We're still trapped in nostalgia, sampling the jazzy shit, I drive an old square Beamer, classic whip, From the days of the ravers and acid trips Big bass sub shaking like a cattle grid Back when I was 5, button bashing on the megadrive tapping in the cheat codes I'd memorised The 1990's were alive they were better times, Jazzy boom bap beats with some clever rhymes Find a sweet spot (What was that?) loop it back Decorate with drum hits, baselines and kooky rap, Boom Bap, bussing through your stereo, People sayin 'Who's that sprayin? You already know, Coming with a heavy flow, many years of practice, Got the rap degree now I'm finishing my masters, Studying the culture, feel it in my DNA We wanna bring it right back wanna recreate... CHORUS
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The Deep End 03:43
My mind is pukka like what's passing through the party, Deeper than conspiracies about Illuminati, I put the wax on like my names Mr Miagi, Going deeper than the fishes when they swim with Luca Brazzi i'm escaping through the subterranean, the ancient alien, I stimulate the pineal gland inside my cranium its dimethytryptamine, Blow your mind make it split the seams will we ever understand the mystery? I doubt it, its much more complex for our little minds, stay underground going deeper than Jamiroquai, The psychedelic soldier, weigh me down like a heavy boulder, Over-potent blueberry smoker, Dive deep I explore the submarine wreck, Hunting treasure just for pleasure on the sea bed, Don't be a fish flapping trapped in the keep net, I'm in the deep end, most of you ain't got your feet wet. Chorus X 2 Going Deeper Now, We Going Deeper Now, Losing Vision In This Reefer Cloud But The Wolf Is At The Door, (We Gotta Keep Him Out) Verse 2 Call me Tantalus, trapped in this subconscious labyrinth, Lean on cannabis, another day in deep analysis, I guess I'm like Alice, still following the white rabbit, always venture deeper than the Titanic, Drilling through granite, on this blue planet, Too fly scuba diving in my new jacket, Diving into the abyss sinking vertical the music is the water and the pen is my submersible. Where did we come from? How did we get here? I want some answers my questions falling on deaf ears, Going deep I smoke a reef to find what goes beneath, Quest for knowledge trying to figure out what I believe, Esoteric wordplay, deep beneath the surface, Deeper than the earths core glowing like a furnace, Searching out the purpose, try reveal the secrets, Started on the surface, now I'm going deeper CHORUS
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The Limits 03:40
Sat here watching history repeat itself, Tryna keep it real just wanna be myself, See me standing on the stage in the spotlight, Shining bright lighting up this North-West not-right. Man I rock mic's, I'm a fly rhymer, People follow me like rats to the pied pier, Old school kitted out like the Knight-Rider With a style that is rarer than a white tiger, Hitting harder than Tyson back in the 90's I'm writing the rhymes smiling inside and i'm still surviving, Still nine -to-fiving tryna find a place that I belong, I write the song with that old boom bap to rhyme upon, yea your shit is done (Vetoed) Cos most your bars have got me laughing like the Beano, Me and Jay are old school fella's what do we know? Tryna tell the young-uns, better drop the ego.. CHORUS Push it to the limits Verse 2 Listen up cos' its a story that I'm actually telling, I took hip hop and restored it to its factory settings, looking back my first album dropped 2007 When I was making beats burning up that cannabis resin Maybe I should have got a trade when I was younger, I could have been a joiner, a painter decorator, a plumber, a lawyer, a doctor or professor, instead I chose a life that's like Scrabble cos' i'm putting words together (Never heard of Dweller?) I ain't got a penthouse or a Lamborghini, I just scribble down the verse and call it rap graffiti, Call yourself a star but your bars are weak, I fall asleep from the second that you start to speak, The psychedelic fella with the mad vision, Heavy tactics, I'm a tactician, We supply them rap rhythms, If you don't like it on your bike like Brad Wiggans... Hook & Outro
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HOOK It's a hypnotic movement, Translucent, symphonic fusion, Autopilot, triptronic crusing, Stirring the brew in this hip hop infusion Stand on the fault line, tectonics moving, Slowed down simplified ,head nodding music, Iron out the creases, stretch for improvement, Dazed and bemused in this world of confusion VERSE 1 Me to raps like a Beamer to a kidney grill Chat crap like a man who’s swallowed 50 pills Thinking back when I would sit up on the windowsill Throwing down rhymes like a coin into a wishing well At the bar Stella Artois is getting quaffed, Hoping someone puts a line on like a betting shop, Drowning sorrows cos Im stressed from this elfin job If I didn’t have a conscience I’d be selling rock, Got to be a way to make this music work, Study rhyme I time travel through the universe Like Usain Bolt the way I’m runnin thru the verse, Every year I put an album out to proove my worth, Sat on a tatty sofa, the big fatty smoker, Lounge Rap, with Sound Track Cappicola, Beat and Bars part and parcel to the Rap Persona, Spitting Gold, Keep it Old School, Tapioca, HOOK It's a hypnotic movement, Translucent, symphonic fusion, Autopilot, triptronic crusing, Stirring the brew in this hip hop infusion Stand on the fault line, tectonics moving, Slowed down simplified ,head nodding music, Iron out the creases, stretch for improvement, Dazed and bemused in this world of confusion VERSE 2 Walk with a purpose, Talk Shifty, Shouting Mega Mega White Thing, born slippy Style is aged to perfection (clink) Malt Whiskey, Penning scribble Draw it out (huh) Walt Disney, (Slow it Down) I know the hawk from the hacksaw, Subtle entrance, Walk through the backdoor, (Old School) scribbling wi chalk on the blackboard, Leaving all you goofy MC’s with a slack jaw And that’s More Raw that your fillet steak, Your verse started well then went to hell, like Prison Break Still holding it together like sticky tape, While the rest of you are chatting more than Ricky Lake I’m still Vibing of the moonlight, The Insomniac, Rhyming on a school night, Still polishing my poems like a shoeshine, Putting these bars over bad beats and JC produced mine, LORDWILLIN VERSE (USA FEATURE) HOOK 2 It's a hypnotic movement, Translucent, symphonic fusion, Autopilot, triptronic cruising, Still make moves in this hip hop illusion, I stand on the fault line, tectonics moving, Slowed down simplified ,head nodding music, Iron out the creases, stretch for improvement, Dazed and bemused in this world of confusion
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Slow It Down 03:59
VERSE 1 (20 BARS) Out walking in the rain, slowed down pace, feel the water on my face, (face face) let the hate go, torturing ma brain, put the pen to paper its absorbing all the pain, (pain pain) I wanna transmit ma thoughts up into space, when Im tryna find my way cos I’m caught up in the maze, (maze, maze) need to, slow it down, thats often been the case, need slow it down, like the tortoise in the race, stay, subdued, it the sound of the cerebral, ma brain paints a picture of the sound up in the easel, tryna find peace in a town thats full of people, some will push for good,some are all about the evil, , Steer clear of those I found deceitful, stay away as if they’re coming down with measles I’m seeing clearer, I’m chilled out profound and peaceful I was going nowhere, like a car thats out of diesel. Write the tight rhymes, when Im staring at night sky, time to Straighten up, fly right, Mr psychedelic, Mr Tye Dye, Mystified, Mr Dweller, Mr Nice Guy (notes, the last 4 bars of verse make just DRUMS) HOOK // HOOK// HOOK Need to, Slow it down, when your caught up in the maze, Need to, slow it down, like the tortoise in the race, first ya, breathe in, hearts beating at a rapid rate, then breathe out, feel the stress evaporate VERSE 2 (20 BARS) Eating food for thought , on my train of thought, Couple cans of stella and an eighth of draw, hmmmm… I scratch my head so much Ive made it sore, all for tryna give the people what they waiting for, Tryna tell my boss that he should pay me more, he shot me down like winston smith in 1984, left me raging like the Palestine Israeli War, But everybody got to work, its a daily chore. Still playin on the same game, making organic raps how I maintain, Recognise the style? cos It aint changed strange days, still earning that same wage, reminiscing, the days on the main stage, under manchester skies that remain grey I keep on take no notice what they say, this is mine, you can Keep your your dab and your nay nay, keep it moving like a skipping rope - head is bobbin like a fishing float, mind is racing like I’m sniffing coke, Tryna comprehend the shit I wrote,
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Outro 01:54
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Join Greater Manchester Hip Hop Head Dweller & Welsh Beatsmith Jonny Capicola on a psychedelic time-travelling adventure back to the early 1990’s. Expect Dusty Drums, Sample-Heavy Production combined with Dweller’s trademark intricate tongue-in-cheek rap vocals. Enjoy Old School ‘Boom Bap’ Hip Hop? This one is DEFINITELY for you!

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released January 11, 2018

Dweller (Vocals, Arrangement, Mixing & Mastering)

Jonny Capicola (Production : AKAI MPC)

Lordwillin (Rhode Island USA -Guest verse on 'Dazed & Bemused')

JabbathaKut (Provided Scratch Cuts on 'Dusty Vinyl')

Andrew Lofthouse (Trumpet on 'Slow it Down')

Reece Buckley (Artwork)

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Dweller is a musician, lyricist and producer from Bolton, UK.

Drawing inspiration from dusty ‘Boom Bap’ beats, Dweller has self released a range of music over the last 13 years and provides an honest account of life through his lyrics, sometimes satirical, sometimes serious and always with a Golden Era sentiment. ... more

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