Das Racist - Ek Shaneesh lyrics

[Heems] I'm from Queens, man Ain't sh** 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 sh**, 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