Das Racist – Ek Shaneesh Lyrics

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[Heems]
I'm from Queens, man
Ain't shit to do but cook
Watchin' Tony Bourdain
Plus I copped his book
Plus I copped his look

That means T-shirts and jeans
Catch me in my borough chasin' breezers with creame
Squeezes with dreams
Do you
I'mma do me

Catch me in my borough burnin' L's, readin' Rumi
Flippin' pies, readin' fries
I'm advising Kabir, smokin' hash

Making cash, spinnin' Sufis
Drinkin' beer, forty kufi rock a sheer
Sportin' loosies in the clear
Drinkin' beer, drinkin' beer, probably drinkin' some more beer

[Kool AD]
Yeah, beers for years
Chuckin' Shaka Zulu type-spears for ears

Jakaya Kikwete
Machete, machete
Ek Shaneesh, Cheech
Eddie said speaks, sheesh
Yeah, that's what Ed said

People always follow like Deadheads
Swallowin' red meds
Swallowin' 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

Listenin' to Three Stacks, readin' Gaya Spivak
Listening to KMD and feelin' weird about Naipaul
Fly or Style Warz, war-style Warsaw
Listening to jams where they patois bout dem bhati boys
Listening to Cam while I'm readin' Arundhati Roy
Yeah, yeah, my pops drove a cab, holmes
Now I drop guap just to bop in the cab home
This is Sam Selvon
Llamas, commas

Catch me watchin' hella Telenovela dramas
With dizzyin' 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, dog?
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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