Das Racist

Das Racist - Ek Shaneesh lyrics

rate me

Yeah, la-la la-la la la, la la, la, la la, la la

[Heems:]

I'm from Queens, man

Ain't shit to do but cook

Watching Tony Bourdain

Plus I copped his book

Plus I copped his look

That means T-shirts and jeans

Catch me in my borough chasing breezes with queens

Squeezes with dreams

Do you? I'm a do me

Catch me in my borough burning L's reading Rumi

Flipping pies, reading fries

I'm advising kabhir smoking hash

Making cash, spinning Sufis

Drinking beer, 40 kufi rock a sheer

Sporting Uzis in the clear

Drinking beer, drinking beer, probably drinking some more beer

[Kool AD:]

Yeah, beers for years

Chucking Shaka Zulu types

Spears for years

Jakaya Kikwete

"Machete, machete! "

Ek shaneesh, Cheech

Eddie Said speaks, sheesh

(Yeah, that's what Ed said)

People always follow like Deadheads

Swallowing red meds

Swallowing blues, too

Various hues, dude

Downtown Brown like Yoo-Hoo

Watch it like YouTube

Watch it like YouTube

Watch it like YouTube

Watch it like YouTube

Whites and pinks

Tyson and Spinks

Yeah, whites and pinks

Yeah, Fazul Abdullah Mohammed

I am a pickup truck, I am America

I am America, I am a pickup truck

I am American, I am America

La la la la la la la la la la

[Heems:]

Good vibes PMA

Yeah, believe that

Listening to Three Stacks, reading Gaya Spivak

Listening to KMD and feeling weird about Naipaul

Fly or style warz, war style warsaw

Listening to jams with they pops about dem bhati boys

Listening to Can while I'm reading Arundhati Roy

Yeah, yeah, my pops drove a cab home

Now I drop guap just to bop in the cab, homes

This is Sam Selvon

Llamas, comas

Catch me watching hella telenovela dramas

With dizzying effects and bright colors

Roll around town with a bright crew of brothers

Everyone knows Guantanamo is for lovers

Next four joints could be Television covers

Some Richard Hell Rell shit, yeah, I'm real confused

Oh, you rap too, dude?

Yeah, I'm real enthused

La la la la la la la la la la

[Kool AD:]

I feel pretty

I feel pretty pretty

I feel pretty silly

I feel pretty weird, really

I feel better now

Coogi sweater now

Gucci sweater now

Coochie wetter now

Who you calling a dandy?

Our love is like candy

The rich pour brandy

What do the poor pour?

Why we at the candy store for?

Why we at the Mandy Moore tour?

Band du jour or brand du jour

Or the land before time

The wartime Andy Warhol, the war crime

Nancy Drew, nancy who?

Nancy Reagan in a fancy pants suit

Dancing bear in cahoots with the man who shot ya

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot you?

Who shot you?

La la la la la la la la la la

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