Song: Relaxified
Album: After What Came Before
Artist: The Blend
Written by Toussaint Morrison
Released April 23, 2005
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Leave the mess to rest and
the beef on your plate.
Let’s all call it equal,
nothin’ to compensate.
At the rate I’m goin’ I’ll
just need a cup of fuel
cos’ I’m chill on travelin’
wit’ my back pack and a mule,
not a lot, just a few, not
too much just a little
not in excess, just usin’
the minimum essentials.
Bein’ chill for me ain’t
confidential:
straight faced behind my
ear is a number two pencil.
Leanin’ on the wall, just
slingin’ fastballs,
no priorities, just
drinkin’ from Pandora’s Cup of tea.
Whassup wit’ me?Nothin’ B,
layin’ low at the coffee
house wit’ the family and a few anonabeats.
It’s chill mode and there’s
no code you need to get in,
So, cut all that fuss and
sip on the mocha blend.
Beginnin’ to the e-n-d,
it ain’t nothin’ to my
Pre Chorus
And I’m wakin’ up to my off
campus college castle;
flies on the ceilin’ and a
wall full of spackle.
I don’t recognize my sink
anymore it’s a black hole,
and somethin’ smells like
last week’s cheese casserole.
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Chorus
Ah yes, some zest
A little spice in this hip
hop fest
So feel free to stretch
Ahhhh, and feel refreshed
Cos’ we have no need for
your beef (Understand that the message I send)
Is of respect upon a beat
(Agent Orange on intellectual blends)
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She came at me with an
attitude, so what was I supposed to do?
Smack her in the face and
beat her down with my own two
bare hands??? Naw that
ain’t the plan.
I took a step back and
said, “Aight then”.
Because before I meet you,
I already got respect
until you cross that line
then your card is out the deck,
but ‘til then, don’t fret,don’t
get twisted in a mess.
Some people pull out techs
cos’ somebody hurt their rep.
I just pull out my text
pen, kick it wit’ my friends
when I feel a little on
edge and stress level 10.
So, what do you plan to dowhen
someone gets mad at you-
bust shots back and forth
through windows on the avenue?
Bullet holes in your brand
new Chevy Malibu
just because ya’ let ya’
bad mood cop an attitude-
caught one to the chest,
now ya’ layin’ on the ground through,
so they took the keys to
your car and your new shoes.
Rushed to the hospital, got
your chest lubed
so they can pump more volts
into you than Pikachu.
Your life barely saved, now,
dumb would be an overstatement
to describe the situation
of ya’ life almost taken.
Most don’t really know the
meaning of relax.
Intelligence becomes
irrelevant to the fact.
Shake that load off and cut
ya’ self some slack,
and when the beef
approaches, take a step back.
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Pre Chorus
And I’m wakin’ up to my off
campus college castle;
flies on the ceilin’ and a
wall full of spackle.
I don’t recognize my sink
anymore it’s a black hole,
and somethin’ smells like
last week’s cheese casserole.
I pass the mornin’ with a
drop or dab of soap
and hit the closet for my
clothes so I can get up and go.
A minute or so, is all it
takes to get the day started
for the hardest workin’
emcee in his southside apartment.
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Chorus
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Pre Chorus
And I’m wakin’ up to my off
campus college castle;
flies on the ceilin’ and a
wall full of spackle.
I don’t recognize my sink
anymore it’s a black hole,
and somethin’ smells like
last week’s cheese casserole.
I pass the mornin’ with a
drop or dab of soap
and hit the closet for my
clothes so I can get up and go.
A minute or so, is all it
takes to get the day started
for the hardest workin’
emcee in his southside apartment.
Not a gram of glamour or a
dash of fashion,
rockin’ slippers and pajamas
in and out of my classes.
Passin’ wit’ an “A” best
believe hell yes sir
I ain’t even showin’ up to
half the lectures.
My time’s expensive, and
I’m not about to spend it
on a shirt from Abercrombie,
just to make an impression,
so I’m dressed in whatever
best fits and lasts
and I’ma ride my style
bumpin’ up and down ya ave.
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