Das Racist - Relax lyrics
[Das Racist - Relax lyrics]
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 schtick 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 two
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?
Cushmere, 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 Delhi 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 Kālidāsa, Vijay from Pyaasa
Wilds out at night
Can't breathe through his nostrils
Papa need his medicine
Reticent to let them in
Hesitant bedouin in elegant lettermens
And other fresh shit, to distract you
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
#laughsolo
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 schtick 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 two
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?
Cushmere, 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 Delhi 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 Kālidāsa, Vijay from Pyaasa
Wilds out at night
Can't breathe through his nostrils
Papa need his medicine
Reticent to let them in
Hesitant bedouin in elegant lettermens
And other fresh shit, to distract you
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
#laughsolo