Testo Relax - Wax
Testo della canzone Relax (Wax), tratta dall'album Eviction Notice
Yeah
Yo E, you're getting way too comfortable over there, man
Tilt your seat backs and relax as me, Wax
And EOM feed tracks to cats who hate weak raps
And weak beats and repeats of last week's recyclables
You can find out if my ass cheeks are likable
Kiss 'em while you hate
I'll be sitting in the waiting room
Writing tunes while you have a lively debate
And while you waste time making stupid rules
We'll stay in the pocket like newborn marsupials
You'd be fools if you followed their lead
You might as well kneel down and swallow their seed, man
Hating on E and Wax
Y'all just need to relax
E, pass me another hurricane, dog
So I can stay lit like a Duraflame log
I prefer insane smog in my brain over airheadedness
Add this to your "I didn't get it" list
Fuck a memo, fuck a demo, fuck a deal
Fuck every emotion in your soul that you feel
Pop pills with us so you can roll with the real
Thank you, another CD sold for a mil
Take hold of the wheel, matter fact, give it back
You can't handle the torque of an EOM track
You put in so much effort to pitiful results
Goddamn, you have a lot of faults
Flaws, blemishes and shortcomings
Me and E's forthcoming efforts will be effortless and more stunning
Y'all ain't fucking with Wax
Y'all just need to relax
Why do people seem so glass half empty
Yet they give a pass to these half-ass MCs?
What I have in common with giraffes, cash and bees
Is I'm high and I'm fly and I cause envy
If Verbal Theory, EOM isn't your name
Then your musical advice was probably given in vain
While you write and talk about the shit you think I need to change
I'll be outside smiling, singing in the rain, man
On my parade you can pour piss
I'll be dancing on a float in a state of pure bliss
One day me and Herbal T will pour Cris
'Til then, sorry bro, I'm too poor, Chris
But you can pass me the Pabst
And here's a fucking pillow, EOM, relax
Y'all just need to relax
Lyrical gold medal Olympian cardio regimen
Still I got hardly no Benjamins
Motherfuckers park for the show like Maury Powe
Bitching them, I can see the sorry hoe bitch in them
Walking 'round with they nose in the air
But we just brush 'em to the side like an emo kid combing his hair
I rock tight like that same kid's jeans
Y'all are like aches-ridden teens
All green with envy like Thanksgiving beans in a casserole
Beat you back into your hole like we playing Whack-A-Mole
Damn, y'all some busy little beavers
Pitiful achievers with your critical demeanors
We don't do it for the doubters, we just rip it for believers
If you haters want a cookie, give a visit to the Keeblers
Get the hell fudge ass motherfuckers
Y'all just need to relax
One more, one more, one, two, three, four
People show us love when we come through B-More
DC too, down to VCU in Hampton
Where you find EOM cold lamping
Kicking back making beats in his leisure time
With a fine Caesar and tequila from the freezer with a squeeze of lime
I'm 'bout to go and get some peace of mind
San Diego, lay low with my seat reclined
In the shade where the air is cooler
I'll take the day off like Ferris Bueller
Prepare a cooler, roll a big ass spliff
You piss ants can come along or just remain stiff
Spit clever just 'cause my tongue is bored
Type of curveballs winning fucking Cy Young awards
I'm Sandy Koufax
Y'all just need to relax
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Writer(s): Pete Townshend
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