[00:07.77][Verse 1]
[00:13.23]White devils like it
[00:14.40]I'm drinking coffee brought to me
[00:15.66]By white devils' sidekicks
[00:17.07]They askin' if we like to get higher
[00:18.63]Like they hired him
[00:19.80]The fire and brimstone is known
[00:21.30]To be composed of desire never twice lived
[00:23.73]The metal might miss, but the beveled edge
[00:25.77]Of the mind can provide tricks
[00:27.42]To bring the light to the likes of whites and black kids
[00:30.09]As well, it's like magic, I'm not your average
[00:33.06]Negro please, I know I'm an idiot
[00:35.28]But I got a stick and I'mma use it a little bit
[00:38.04]I'm not too sure if I should clue in the little kids
[00:40.47]Or if I'm too clueless to move with the bigger fish
[00:43.08]Why it gotta be those too and not some other shit
[00:45.69]Take me to the mothership
[00:46.92]Hate me I'm a?
[00:48.51]I'm Lady Gaga, I'm a fag, I'm a lesbian
[00:50.79]See me playin' bass in jam bands up at Wesleyan
[00:53.37]See me at a poetry slam in like '97
[00:56.10]Singing classic numbers by Otis Redding
[00:57.90]Totally shredding
[00:58.68]Hoping you get it, yeah
[01:00.93][Hook x2]
[01:01.11]Relax relax relax relax
[01:05.01]Relax relax relax relax
[01:08.43]Relax relax relax relax
[01:22.08]Relax relax relax relax
[01:24.45]Yea yea yea yea yea
[01:25.29]Yea yea yea yea yea
[01:27.21]Yea yea yea yea yea
[01:29.73]No no no no no
[01:30.03]No no no no no
[01:30.33]No no no no
[01:30.57][Verse 2]
[01:41.28]What good is this Cashmere
[01:42.81]If they're still dying in Kashmir
[01:44.34]Kushmir
[01:45.00]There was homes, now there's just dust there
[01:46.74]Next year, same as this year
[01:48.60]I'll rough ya
[01:49.32]Live in much fear, stay inside after dust here
[01:51.96]Brush tears from eyelids
[01:53.61]Peep violence
[01:54.87]And these people is dyin'
[01:55.92]I'm wildin'
[01:57.42]Old Irk said they wanna move back
[01:59.55]But they ain't got enough funds to do that
[02:02.28]Back in 1980, from Philly to Queens
[02:04.62]She had a pocket full of lint, he had a suitcase full of dreams
[02:07.32]From holdin' me to bagging groceries at the Path Mart
[02:10.11]To scoldin' me for drinking and driving in fast cars
[02:12.84]Juvenile shit
[02:13.80]I ain't really tryin' to rap about
[02:15.63]I don't remember from b-b-ba b-blackin' out
[02:17.97]These days, I'm mostly focused on my bank account
[02:20.70]I ain't backin' out until I own a bank to brag about
[02:23.37]A local institution, life of the party
[02:25.65]With him and at him, brown Chris Farley
[02:29.04]Call up? VJ from?
[02:30.87]Wiles out at night, can't breathe through his nostrils
[02:33.57]Poppa need his medicine
[02:34.89]Reticent to let them in
[02:36.09]Hesitant better when
[02:37.20]An elegant let 'em ins
[02:38.70]Another fresh shit, to distract you
[02:41.28][Hook]

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 a?
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
I'll rough ya
Live in much fear, stay inside after dust here
Brush tears from eyelids
Peep violence
And these people is dyin'
I'm wildin'
Old Irk 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 Path Mart
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
Call up? VJ from?
Wiles out at night, can't breathe through his nostrils
Poppa need his medicine
Reticent to let them in
Hesitant better when
An elegant let 'em ins
Another fresh shit, to distract you