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The Singles

by LBT

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I'm gathering the pieces of my mind collecting all the stones I left behind I'm clearing out the space within my head, trying to see the road ahead Memories of war, of peace, of hot days and days of breeze Was it all a dream or was it part of just a bigger scheme? Time doesn't look back Why do I? It doesn't mean I'm strong, it doesn't mean I'm weak it means I'm on my way I'm moving on slowly towards the present, I'm shedding all unnecessary pain All the ghosts of my past they come around to say goodbye life can only go forward so why can't I? Time doesn't look back…
MAGIK 02:59
With open hands we can sprinkle our magic at you Look at her smile, yeh you know you feel ready too MA MA MA MA MA MAGIK… We feel the love so you know that we're ready for You laughing endlessly while you walking out the door you're looking for? MA MA MA MA MA MAGIK…
Cold Shivers 02:01
Rebel Sun: her flower like the Nile river touch give chills with cold shivers love got a bitter taste still I find my arms draped across her waist heart beat in full haste face covered her ho cake the breakfast is Listerine and Colgate for a skate back to clean slate since the day started of late cause if it ain't daily bread at an hourly rate it's beaming the scale with Troy ouncing the weight down in Ajami dive thick with the snakes KerenDun: If you got the time I will love you sweet, If you got the heart I will sing the beat, If you got the smile hello! I am glad to meet
strolling through the south with a hoochie in my mouth tryna get a hold of you that’s why it seems to me I’ll never cease to be a massive misdemeanour case for you but I guess it makes sense that I’m holding the best and it ain’t no test cause I’m demoting the rest when it comes to the second and I spit it like crest fresh
I'm reaching for the sky Feels like i've been stuck inside a moment out of time I'm dancing where the infinite lies Heart beats open wide Held within the arms of some embracive glimpse of light Feels like I've been stuck inside a moment out of time Dancing where the infinite lies
Rebel Sun: all combina but no state star in political straits since Catherine the great and that 17 hundred ye I fronted but the star steamed and mad blunted jakes hunted when the ki was 17.5 run it the ready rock made coke heads redundant Afgan wars made the heroin abundant fiends hold the budget like china buying dollars supporting the US market see I'm in parliaments with George Clinton and black water henchmen ladies posh capture ready making cheddy like Kirsty Bertarelli she got a steady politic and old money stature that bitchy attitude like Margaret Thatcher call me her Bruce Banner only answer my fingers smelling like her Tropic of Cancer Mo: So tar drips tender rippling soft mist thickening I’m sippin’ gin and reeking of sin, boasted up to a hundred somethin’ points of ill binge, but come on now misses it seems that your archetype is leaking I’m thinkin’ it’s pitchin’ in or i’m in a land of whatever lords i’m out to get my pajamas even though my arms are home
Papa Crime 02:05
good morning, I can’t wait to get high today… breath stomps the day in yawning I left in a hurry and puzzled too late to be bothered cleaning the kills when your days starts with feels it’s too real now I’m down at the door of dimensions and tensions are rising it stings in the eyes when he’s rolling the dice or chewing on ice, a real nice surprise to make where the ends meet I’m deadbeat and smell like the bus seat already on raw feet I left with my potions to toke in the oceans peace out
Keep Humble 03:18
Everything lays on a tip of a feather From the deep sea come the winds and the weather From the stars floating in the sky comes the light Like the child in the womb waiting for its' time As the moon puts in tune all that is alive A wolf in the woods has just enough to get around Keep humble, keep the doubt You think you got it all figured out Rock steady, feel the earth You’re always on the search
Echo: We're screaming for a consciousness to keep us alive We're looking for the difference to make our criticise and there's nothing you can make me say to think you're better off in that way and there's nothing that can make me jive I'm only happy that I'm alive Rebel: politics population in a popularity contest vestige of my vesture f a war vet texture of the text gritty like textile style concrete with calm speech sweet talk mommy to skeets on exposed ass cheeks mister cool geek with long reach on loose leaf pack the peace pipe tell bitch act right hands high airtight alibi ask me no questions I tell you no lies
I guess you must solicit me the metaphysic ways… crumple slit skin slow walk with a cane educate the name to relate with the fame still knockin’ on chains like the guest list I’m on it need to smack to hostess with the raps to belong here now I’m in and I’m feeling weird got the late night munch like a greybeard still dope through the fear yes I heard it’s exquisite so I put it on a skillet and I heat it then I eat it I guess you must solicit me the metaphysic ways… crumple slit skin slow walk with a cane…
trap me with a dame as long as its good brain I ain't fucking with them naw, not fucking with them… you take to the hood you can drop me in the square well prepared anywhere since I suffer not a care I ain't fucking with them naw, not fucking with them… I was told as a child Be calm and always wild On the inside carry your smile And watch ya brow I ain't fucking with them naw, not fucking with them… them the people that bring drama and the people that make noise trying to invade your space always in pause I ain't fucking with them naw, not fucking with them… I just sitting the house like burning on my couch smoking up another ounce then we out to bounce I ain't fucking with them naw, not fucking with them… I was told since a child to keep your smile on the inside…
2 Shots 03:16
Coming towards me you are Running away from me we're losing this one 2 shots will make it bettter Run free, we run forever
You Got Me 02:18
You got me right from the start I just knew I loved you Something inside me erupts with the sight of you Oh, how I wish I could tell you my love is true and that in time I will be with you, oh I would, I would
I don't play but game play tight in misery is the mystery of life sights on prize blinded limelight my spliff needs a light crime waves and dark nights devil’s delight the hour for goons to bust pipes deep love with warm hugs so it’s alright Do ease And release your last gripe On tightropes With high hopes and turns slight the fall is what the people like hater of the same type full force with all might quite pissed but still contrite but not immune from the blight Cause I stand in a path before God and man whether blessed or damn heaven or hell could you over stand
big days ahead loose ties to end who sparked your friend when you came to transcend it’s Mo thick with the flow and nice with the dough when he get some go fetch some Jamaican rum whatever may come stay away from the double tongue drip farm you can catch it too strong and leave all phased left like ooohhh lord I think you got here too early we have to wait outside forever it may seem like a hoochie hay fever dream with your favorite eighties cop song theme better keep your focus sharp like ice darts on my being as I disintegrate the mic and all who’s left seeing
two shots in the street girl I wonder who’s hit just banging on the window seal looking for a place to chill brave but I’m feeling old took the gold now I’m cold raps but I’m eating mold get busy when my blood spoils
It's like every day, clouds change their way and I'll follow wherever it takes me, loving the way it rains on You have to know, when you shine alone, that you'll follow wherever it takes you I'm loving the way it rains on us It's like every day you can almost say that you're loving the way you light up, knocking on wood like heart beats and your cutting through it's not over you will follow wherever it takes you loving the way it rains on us It's like everyday...
Unexpected 01:54
Somewhere along the way I meet you No rush, no haste I walk my path with trusting faith And if it comes about to be that you will stay with me I'll bless the time I won't be greedy or at least I'll try Cause anyway all we have is now you unexpected beautiful surprise...
Details 02:15
Rebel: they got it wrong dirty like hash bongs A strong weight by tons spot like Tommy guns when heat drawn puppeteer pull strings like tampons Ho Chi men Theme songs for the Vietcong Lebanon don flow trauma with blunt objects for suspects with Ganja sluts and primadonnas so what should be the margin line design author cock and release chamber sparker awkward disposition vision for partners apart for words that’s charter why bother the petty steady riot starter clouds over McGunther park rains darts for ya mates it's chapter 8 dark drapes and incense thigh thick so I'm ready for business wholesale horror retail resistance what's the limit fucked up ‘till demented and foul temperament since less ain’t more no forgiveness Mo: there ain’t but one detail there ain’t but one detail there ain’t but one detail gogogogogogogo beat making law breaking eye shaking like bacon dough raking no faking times changin’ Mo’s banging hoes lagging pros with delay on the thought and the pause x is the number of times I chose not to inclose and not to disclose all the details there ain’t but one detail there ain’t but one detail
Mo: so let me just step in real quick I got something to say been with the bimbos thin flows like ice rink those I miss the big blows on a afternoon the big goon with the deep chune crackalacking like the bad apple inopportune yup the ladies go swoon when Mo eats a nice prune with a dirty ass spoon cause I’m a loon when it comes to the moon and I’m doomed when it comes to the boom spot kickin’ in Echo: So I love you, but I hate you Ye thanks again for fucking with my mind Could never caught you cold out let you bleed cause you know that I'm too different for that kind We make mistakes I let it grow for sure leaving proportions I'm not leaving before the day is over not until we're pushing All are limits, just to make another shit negotiation It's not recorded for the peace I vent out my aggression Love is not for me but I can live without it See that when I'm falling on my knees is why I hate the way I plea Please let me out of my intensity and thanks again for fucking with my mind Love is not for me but I can't live Thanks again for fucking with my mind
Time 01:38
Funny thing about time I was never planning on leaving I'm so happy you're mine we can be with no heavy feelings Wake me up in the night We're together when were dreaming of love... Now I know you're my sun, I know you're my earth You make me shake my thing around you
I was waiting for so long, just for you to come and love me Never said that it's ok, sometimes I am feeling like I’m crazy I was waiting for so long just for you to come and love me There's an inner voice behind this face Eyes staring head high keeping my brace Far far going far to another space But my inner voice still counts my pace Take my wooden heart and plant it in a peaceful ground


L.B.T (Live Beat Tapes) are a collective formed of hip hop producers, jazz musicians, rappers and singers.
This album is a compilation of singles, an overview of a year’s work and of 10 digitally released episodes.
This 12-members collective of Florentine-based artists / hippies is a dynamic, ever-evolving musical experiment,
in search of the perfect vibe.

Severe Shit hits the fan, shit flies everywhere.
Who’s driving the truck?



released February 10, 2015

L.B.T is...
Amir Bresler, drums ~ Beno Hendler, bass ~ Nomok, keys ~ Rejoicer, keys ~ Asaf Shay, sound ~ KerenDun, vocals ~ Yudko, sampler & saxophone ~ Echo, vocals ~ Tamuz Dekel, guitar ~ Rebel Sun, vocals DJ Mesh, turntable ~ Mo Rayon, vocals

Music by L.B.T
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Beno Hendler, Nomok, Asaf Shay & Rejoicer
Recorded and Mixed at Kicha Studios, Tel Aviv
Mastered by Asaf Shay at Raw Tapes Studio, Savidor & The Slick Studios, Tel Aviv
Cover Art and Graphic Design by Ellen G
Executive Produced by Osbourne "Ease" Green

We give thanks to all the other fellow artists who contributed to this project: Sol Monk, Yonatan Albalak, Omri Abramov, Raphael Rafa Barkats, Shuzin, Uri "Momo" Barak, Marko Gurkan, Shiran Fadida, Jarvis, Hod Moshonov, DJ Werd, Oren Ben David, Eyal Talmudi, Nitai Hershkovits, Mo Kolours, Jonathan Jacobi, Itai Kriss, Ram Matza, Boaz Aquino, Dioz

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L.B.T (Live Beat Tapes) are a collective formed of hip hop producers, jazz musicians, rappers and singers.
This 12-members ensemble of Florentine-based artists / hippies is a dynamic, ever-evolving musical experiment,
in search of the perfect vibe.
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