Relax Black Thought

[Hook x2]
Sit back, y'all and just relax, y'all
Sit back, y'all and just relax, y'all
Sit back, y'all and just relax, y'all
Sit back, y'all and just relax

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Ooooh child, your nose just got blows down the rows
And soul plants with baggy pants, growin' Afros to catch
Saxophone like scats and tones to relax
Stacks of poems slip, drip from ya dome
Ya slide on ya ride from the Shack to the cardiac
Chords of jazz and sho 'nuff, the sound's bad
So, slap five, Mr. Nappy Cat got the groove to move ya back
Herb like verb, the sack's fuller
I trickles on the nickel and dime vibe beyond sidewalk
And sound stage around, I put ya down with the sugar
It's sweet, so lick ya lips as ya taste [?]
They got the hip, cats trippin'
Daddy-O, when I was a lad, I [?] at you
Excuse me as I catch the boogie like the flu
God bless Jamaaladeen and the rest playin' the axes
Just the fatness, dig? Now, sit back

[Hook x2]