MC Philosophy - Relaxing

[Ignore the Voices in the Song, The Beat is Just.... Amazing]

[Verse 1]
Pullin' up a chair, grabbin' the remote, turnin' it on, and grabbing the joint.
Smokin' that shit till it gets to the wick, passin' it on, making the youngsters sick.
Watchin' the news, watchin' whatever, laying in the chair, it's made of soft leather, maybe going outside and enjoying the weather, it makes you feel as light as a motherfuckin' feather, it's the end of your tether.
Oh yes, relax.... relax... enjoy the feelin'.... stare at the ceiling, close you eyes and let your mind start fleeing, lose control, break out of your shell like a banana peeling, don't my words have meaning?
It's the time of day to set down the firearm, just kick back, it's your time to get lazy, time to slack, time to leave the wolf pack, your friend walks in, "What's cracka' lackin' jack?!"
My rhymes are amazing, don't they help you relax? They've been scientifically proven to prevent heart attacks.
Go fire off a few rounds from the Mac, maybe go to Mickey D's and get a nice Big Mac, with fries on the side, don't forget, that's the one thing you should always have in your food set, but I digress, I'm starting to sound a bit like a Hepburn pest.

[Hook]
Relaxation, it's the golden word, I know you heard, just like in Family Guy, the bird is the word, don't chu' agree? But did chu' know takin' a piss helps you relax? Peee.

[Verse 2]
I'm not done yet, I still got more to say, so don't jet, my lines will keep you here, pat you on the head, like you were my pet.
Have a barbecue, bring some friends with chu', bring the soda, maybe some Mountain Dew, or you drink that Coca-Cola, who cares 'bout that anyway? Let's get back to the show, pinche way.
In summary, there's so many ways to chill, act stupid, curl up in a ball and roll down a hill, careful ya' hurt yourself, instead why don't chu' suck the saggy yams of a MILF.
Don't take my word for it, go ahead and find your own ways to hang out, don't pout, if you're not creative I got more ways you and your niggas can chill down.
Grab a couple beers, play some dice, put some money on the table, that's always nice!
Or if you're a psycho fool like my friend Crazy, maybe you can get a gat and start pushin' daises.
MC Philosophy, there's a rhyme in my name too, nigga that shows I'm mad coo'. Peace out, dawgs.

((Lol, this was like my first song I made in a while, kinda' crappy, but yeah there will be more. Btw, if you didn't get the hook, here is the reference.))

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