Q-tip - Relax lyrics

[Verse 1: BMX Ben] I used to sit at home All i did was play games But all that was before I rose up to my fame I used to vibe the rappers Just like Lil Wayne But then I thought to myself "Man this is f**ing lame Nowadays all this music Is just the f**ing same" That's when I decided Making music was my aim All this hate just helped form The person I became Nowadays all people do Is b**h and complain Do something with your life Only stay true to you And all you haters out there This is also for you Life isn't all about swag, d**, and alcohol You may think you're cool now And that you're walking tall That only lasts until You trip and f**ing fall So don't slip and let your life Go down hill And don't think you can escape By popping the latest pill Just remember all the sh** you do Is at your own will But eventually you'll realize That you have no f**ing sk** Then you'll be wondering why you can't afford your bills [Verse 2: Ice Chilly] Yo microphone Plug in Check it out All the new school rappers Better shut they mouths I ain't asking for much Just something less sh**ty An eye for an eye And a tooth for a titty Pretty girl Let me rock your world Flowing and knowing And hipping and hopping Like an abysmal pearl I'll come to the party But you gotta start it Dancehall style in the house Girl blew me like a trumpet Let the horn section go off And I'll be sure to orchestrate Can't help you with quadratics But I can sure math-debate My flow is all mixed up But it makes more cents than you Picking coins up off the ground Like you was a typical Jew Racist but the basis Is not what you're thinking Won't treat you any different Whether you're black, green, or Incan [Verse 3: White Mamba] A lot of crappy music now Stays on the charts Just a young rap group Looking for a start Other rappers what they lack Is the heart Rapping about things That no one gives a f** Now here comes a group Ready to change it all Got you focused Like you overdosed on Adderall Rapping about the real That's what we all about Shout-out to Ice Chilly For making all the ladies shout Gunning for the top Yea we rising out So all the sh**ty artists Can just start quitting now [Verse 4: Darth Vapor] I forgot to turn my swag off When I jacked off In my dads car f**ing BBW made me cum hard Prostitutes on my dick Now b**hes have my crabs and ticks Soliciting goons we in some serious sh** Hood-rat sh** At EF We F your chicks f** getting high We pop molly at Ice Chilly's crib Look at all these bums Selling d** by the block All these f*gs Obey hats But Supreme is where it's at f** all the music sh** We need another Biggie So that is what we'll be