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]