Jay Electronica, Naledge - Cool, Relax lyrics

Naledge your idol, The highest title
Numero uno speakin' from my mind and I'm
Spittin' so that you know
I got a gift on the microphone
A blessin' up from Heaven
To enlight your dome
Synonymous, unique and complete
Put the world at my feet through
The words that I speak
Double O track the beat, we clockin' doe
Pissy drunk at Star Shoes and we poppin' Mo'
Need at least 10 stacks before
We start the show
And at least 5 mo' befo' we out the do'
Don't understand? Well that's 15 flat
No need to worry, Matty M handles that
D solo make sure my rider is straight
Shrimp fried rice and Mongolian steak
Long neck Corona and my aura is great
Arturo Gatti style, takin' shots to the face
Patron tequila while I'm vibin' to Anita
Baker, Rapture album while it's
Bumpin' through my speaker
New millennium style, a child of the 80's
Soul of the 70's and rebel like the 60's
Argyle Lacoste and Air Force crispy
Cut, clean as a whistle, spinnin' 360
Used to dream of hittin'
Them homers at Wrigley
Rap star, Believe It Or Not just like Ripley
Coolrelax c'mon just vibe with me
As I take you on a lyrical odyssey

I say coolrelax c'mon just ride with me
As I take you on a trip in the mind of me
Me, me, me, me

It's Jay Renaissance Man
On the Red Eye from France
Passers by say the meteoric
Rise was happenstance
But everything is illuminated in retrospect
So I expect respect from the less introspect-
-ful on the next go, now lets go
Jay Quetzo, niggas know the manifesto
Came in the game like presto
Unsigned hype, the five mics
Emcees is blinded by the light
Blinded by the right, right hook off the jab
Dip, I'm swift with the lyrical gift
Niggas is stiff, I'm fluid
That's how I pillage through the
Game like the druids
Now everybody and they mama
Askin around who is
Jay Electrotherapy, niggas in shock
I'm a workhorse
Sending rappers into the workforce
It's the Chitown
New Orleans with jeans sprrrrrrrrat
Take that, and bow down to the king naamean

I'm so glad I ain't gotta
Answer calls no more no more coffee trips
Buyin' chips from the store
Puttin' cheeses on a table for a
Meetin' that I can't attend
At my desk late night, pad and a pen
Sippin' a Henn nigga just wonderin' when
I'll get a chance to represent
For the City Of Wind
Robert and Helen raised me
Streets of the Chi made me doe like a pastry
Hungry niggas hate me
Fans at my shows and they souping me
Like some biscuit's and some gravy
Long way from rhymin' and
Rappin' 'bout my Mercedes
DJ's played me, now they gotta play me
Sittin' in my room thinkin' I was goin' crazy
Waitin' for a label to decide
If they wanna pay me swearin' I was Jay-Z
Took everything I had just to not get lazy
But, I stood Firm like Foxy, Nas and AZ
Knowin' in my heart that
My skills was impeccable
More than respectable
Good to get a check or two
Especially special over the bass
And the treble
Sayin' I'm drivin' gotta put the
Pedal to the metal
So here we go with no further ado
Naledge the prince of the Chi
Representin' for you