Relax (Demo Tape Version)

Lyrics

L-Swift ft. Charlemagne - "Relax (Demo Tape Version)" [Emcee(s): L-Swift] [Producer(s): Charlemagne] [Hook/Additional Vocals: Charlemagne] [Intro: Charlemagne] Yeah, yeah, another butter joint. Time to relax. Yo, L, man, let's kick the facts [Verse 1: L-Swift] I bring forth Provide and introduce lyrics via the trachea Verbals are plentiful, speakers be pumping like the ventricles, yo To master my flows take practice. Apparently You could differentiate 'cause I use various tactics Honeys I pick up, dummies I stick up. My life is hectic Like the mob game, lyrics be more smoother than Bob James, man I just got no respect to give—you're too repetitive I fluctuate lyrics with versatility, I hurts your lyrics, see? Getting busily intricate when I heat up like the Caribbean, and now I'm in my prime like the meridian Niggas be in oblivion, but, on the D.L., even if Niggas was down with Pete Rock, they couldn't C.L./see L [Hook: Charlemagne and (L-Swift)] When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I kick back) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I kick back) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I kick back) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) Check this out. Yo, L-Swift, bust the facts [Verse 2: L-Swift] Let me Step into my lyrical cypher, question of juris- -diction 'cause, yo, my words could escalate into your cruci- -fixion. I introduce the friction and rectify verbs So I could bust you. I don't trust you 'cause, yo, no one is Stopping me, so why do you put your mental in monopoly? I do this properly, you do shit sloppily. Police be jocking me Niggas be contemplating dropping me 'cause my lyrical Mixture is the untypical fixture, leaving you holier than Biblical scripture, giving niggas physical pictures of me When I'm rocking rap, I bust niggas like amniotic sacs Knocking back me? You're stopping that. When the Glock is strapped, your whole block gets jacked (Yeah, yeah, that's how we do it) [Hook: Charlemagne and (L-Swift)] When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I kick back) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I kick back) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I kick back) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back [Bridge: Charlemagne and (L-Swift)] I relax (What?) I kick back (Say what?), I relax (Uh), I kick back (Yeah), I relax (Uh), I kick back (Uh), I relax (Yeah) [Verse 3: L-Swift] I got the Mental of Mephistopheles, which makes me proficient, efficient You turn deficient when I kick this. I spit the slickness So come get with this. Your crew is thick, but why must I do them And make 'em dissolve into thin air? My mind travels through Various channels of greatness. Emcees be suffering From inertia. Your flows increase, but mines go further, black Causing drama like Cyrano de Bergerac. Feel L release A close-to-murder rap, the conglomeration of verbs and caps, now Niggas be walking 'round gat-less, cap-less. I'm accurate Like an atlas, never tolerating no slackness. I got Rhymes to bust, my mind's corrupt like the government Strictly for housing niggas like the covenant, so, yo [Hook: Charlemagne and (L-Swift)] When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I kick back) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I kick back) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I kick back) When I'm on the track, I relax and kick back (I relax) Now it's L-Swift—check out the facts [Outro: Charlemagne] Yo, my man V.D. relax and kicks back, you know'm saying? Martin Moore relax, kick back. My man DJ Mayhem, the whole Fortress family, R-Smooth, Mr. Voo, you know'm saying? We all relax, kick it back on this fat-ass track, know'm saying? And the name is Charlemagne. Once again, it's the butter joint. Charlemagne. Once again, the butter joint. I relax, I kick back, I relax, I kick back, I relax, I kick back, I relax, I kick back