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Relax (Das Racist)

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