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My time is now;
no matter what comes, man, I'm stayin' relaxed.
I lean back and write the lyrics.
Still no clue where to, but so far, they were phat.
Oh yeah!
I jump into my Tight Jeans,
white Tees, slip into the Nikes, Spike Lee's.
Takes you back to the 90s, "Hi Kids"
I'm not crazy, but a "hype freak"
like these, like that, like everything.
No beef, no G, no weed,
no feat., my beat. Oh yeah!
Head ***, please make the tracks longer.
But I do what I please, except to change the recipe.
Mmmh! Tastes yummy. I'm not a jet setter,
but my tracks go around the world -- backpacker. Yeah!
And your girlfriend's name is Eckhard.
I don't want to ***, but she's sitting on my sweater.
And, after a Double Whopper, she easily gulps down another 23 cows and a half dozen tractors.
That means as much as your ol' lady is heavy
all right,
'cause you can roll her, like an R, yeah.
My chick is hot like the S,
yeah, exactly, she's hot like a MeX...
...ican, my favorite movie,
she wants to see me again;
but I don't need much in life,
except for the "Supreme" emblem
on my snap backs, decks, or backpacks.
Every line, phat and relaxed like Jack Black.
I think back to when this rap thing began,
at that time, my heroes were Max, Sam, and Jan.
Today, I move my tracks across the country myself
wherever I go, I'm already known -- sing it!
My time is now;
no matter what comes, man, I'm stayin' relaxed.
I lean back and write the lyrics.
Still no clue where to, but so far, they were phat. Oh yeah!
My time is now;
no matter what comes, man, I'm stayin' relaxed.
I lean back and write the lyrics.
Still no clue where to, but so far, they were phat. Oh yeah!
Oh oh oh yeah, yippie yeah,
everything should work, I'll soon be a billionaire.
Ha ha, t'was a joke, I mean millionaire.
And what I mean with that: My pockets are -- empty.
It's okay man, I don't need any cash, I don't need a beach front villa and I don't need a Benz.
I don't need my own band, don't need a brand.
The only thing I want from you is an: Oh yeah!
And you say: Oooh, the rhythm is tight.
So stick that in your pipe and smoke it.
Take 2 minutes of time, take a short breath,
and you'll realize you're getting high;
you want more of that ***.
So lean back, open the window
tape in, crank it up, goose bumps.
Yep, 'cause I've got what a gangster needs.
Writin' other rappers' lyrics, I've had bounced for quite a while, 'cause...
My time is now;
no matter what comes, man, I'm stayin' relaxed.
I lean back and write the lyrics.
Still no clue where to, but so far, they were phat. Oh yeah!
My time is now;
no matter what comes, man, I'm stayin' relaxed.
I lean back and write the lyrics.
Still no clue where to, but so far, they were phat.
Oh yeah! Oh yeah!