Relax

White devils like it

I'm drinking coffee brought to me

By white devils' sidekicks

They askin' if we like to get higher

Like they hired him

The fire and brimstone is known

To be composed of desire never twice lived

The metal might miss, but the beveled edge

Of the mind can provide tricks

To bring the light to the likes of whites and black kids

As well, it's like magic, I'm not your average

Negro please, I know I'm an idiot

But I got a stick and I'mma use it a little bit

I'm not too sure if I should clue in the little kids

Or if I'm too clueless to move with the bigger fish

Why it gotta be those too and not some other shit

Take me to the mothership

Hate me I'm Abramovich

I'm Lady Gaga, I'm a fag, I'm a lesbian

See me playin' bass in jam bands up at Wesleyan

See me at a poetry slam in like '97

Singing classic numbers by Otis Redding

Totally shredding

Hoping you get it, yeah

Relax relax relax relax

Relax relax relax relax

Relax relax relax relax

Relax relax relax relax

Yea yea yea yea yea

Yea yea yea yea yea

Yea yea yea yea yea

No no no no no

No no no no no

No no no no

What good is this Cashmere

If they're still dying in Kashmir

Kushmir

There was homes, now there's just dust there

Next year, same as this year

A rough year

Live in much fear, stay inside after dusk here

Brush tears from eyelids

Peep violence

And these people is dyin'

I'm wildin'

Old Earth said they wanna move back

But they ain't got enough funds to do that

Back in 1980, from Philly to Queens

She had a pocket full of lint, he had a suitcase full of dreams

From holdin' me to bagging groceries at the Pathmark

To scoldin' me for drinking and driving in fast cars

Juvenile shit

I ain't really tryin' to rap about

I don't remember from b-b-ba b-blackin' out

These days, I'm mostly focused on my bank account

I ain't backin' out until I own a bank to brag about

A local institution, life of the party

With him and at him, brown Chris Farley

Kalapani K?lid?sa, Vijay from Pyaasa

Wiles out at night, can't breathe through his nostrils

Poppa need his medicine

Reticent to let them in

Hesitant better when

In elegant letterman's

And other fresh shit, to distract you