Cool, Relax

[Verse One: Naledge] Naledge your idol, The highest title, numero uno Speakin' from my mind and I'm spittin' so that you know I got a gift on the microphone A blessin' up from Heaven to enlight your dome Synonymous, unique and complete Put the world at my feet through the words that I speak Double O track the beat, we clockin' doe Pissy drunk at Star Shoes and we poppin' Mo' Need at least 10 stacks before we start the show And at least 5 mo' befo' we out the do' Don't understand? Well that's 15 flat No need to worry, Matty M handles that D solo make sure my rider is straight Shrimp fried rice and Mongolian steak Long neck Corona and my aura is great Arturo Gatti style, takin' shots to the face Patron tequila while I'm vibin' to Anita Baker, Rapture album while it's bumpin' through my speaker New millennium style, a child of the 80's Soul of the 70's and rebel like the 60's Argyle Lacoste and Air Force crispy Cut, clean as a whistle, spinnin' 360 Used to dream of hittin' them homers at Wrigley Rap star, Believe It Or Not just like Ripley [Hook: Naledge] Cool...relax C'mon just vibe with me As I take you on a lyrical odyssey [Jay Electronica] I say cool...relax C'mon just ride with me As I take you on a trip in the mind of me Me, me, me, me [Verse Two: Jay Electronica] It's Jay Renaissance Man, On the Red Eye from France Passers by say the meteoric rise was happenstance But everything is illuminated in retrospect So I expect respect from the less introspect- -ful on the next go, now lets go Jay Quetzo, niggas know the manifesto Came in the game like presto Unsigned hype, the five mics Emcees is blinded by the light Blinded by the right, right hook off the jab Dip, I'm swift with the lyrical gift Niggas is stiff, I'm fluid That's how I pillage through the game like the druids Now everybody and they mama askin around who is Jay Electrotherapy, niggas in shock I'm a workhorse, sending rappers into the workforce It's the Chitown, New Orleans with jeans sprrrrrrrrat Take that, and bow down to the king naamean [Hook] [Verse Three: Naledge] I'm so glad I ain't gotta answer calls no more No more coffee trips, buyin' chips from the store Puttin' cheeses on a table for a meetin' that I can't attend At my desk late night, pad and a pen Sippin' a Henn Nigga just wonderin' when I'll get a chance to represent for the City Of Wind Robert and Helen raised me, streets of the Chi made me Doe like a pastry Hungry niggas hate me Fans at my shows and they souping me like some biscuits and some gravy Long way from rhymin' and rappin' 'bout my Mercedes DJ's played me, now they gotta play me Sittin' in my room thinkin' I was goin' crazy Waitin' for a label to decide if they wanna pay me Swearin' I was Jay-Z Took everything I had just to not get lazy But I stood Firm like Foxy, Nas and AZ Knowin' in my heart that my skills was impeccable More than respectable Good to get a check or two Especially special over the bass and the treble Sayin' I'm drivin' gotta put the pedal to the metal So here we go with no further ado Naledge the prince of the Chi, representin' for you [Hook]