Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Relax , by - Das Racist. Song from the album Relax, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Greedhead
Song language: English
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 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? |
| Kashmir |
| 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 |
| #laughsolo |