[VERSE 1: El Da Sensei (& DJ Kaos)] Aight little man, let me tell you 'bout the days When your favorite MC's had no major airplay (What?) No video, car, crib or large deals (Huh?) Only a single got you city-wide appeal (Damn!) Showin your skill upon the mic, originality was key And the law was not to bite in the highest degree (I hear that) Plus you had to battle cats for respect (Like Moe Dee, Busy Bee, MC Shan and KRS?) Yeah kid, it goes deeper but you get the picture You had to have lyrics and plus hot beats to get the mixture As always you had to have the ill DJ Technician with precision, switch the fader all day A must to have these additives to smash and battle kids (Well yo, that's like today's cats?) Nah, that's a negative Today's MC's don't possess these qualities So I put you to the test on this musical quest
[El] What's the question? [Kaos] What made the music change through the time? [El] What's the answer? They started gettin paid to rhyme [El] What's the question? [Kaos] What happened to the culture as a whole? [El] What's the answer? Too many MC's sold their soul [El] What's the question? [Kaos] What happened to the MC's from the past? [El] What's the answer? Not enough fans and no cash [El] What's the question? [Kaos] How do we get it back like before? [El] What's the answer? More skills and niggas gotta be raw [El] What's the question? [Kaos] How so many groups fall apart? [El] What's the answer? They in it but it's not from the heart
[VERSE 2: El Da Sensei (& DJ Kaos)] Look at the records in this store, know the faces and the names All the places that they come from and staked it as their claim Acclaimed writers like Kane, G Rap, Doug and the Biz DJ's like Cool V, Mister Cee in the mix (Yo, I heard this one kid who made beats and rhymed correct) You must be talkin 'bout this man here, his name is Lord Finesse (It was another cat too, yo this nigga beats was hot He was down with CL Smooth) The Soul Brother Pete Rock Plenty others I could name but the most by far These pioneers most revered, group named Gang Starr Put it down through the years, most respected by the peers For Primo's hot beats, Guru's voice so clear (Yeah, I know about them, "Hard to Earn" one of the best What about the Cella Dwellas, Special Ed, and Das EFX?) Ah shit, you got some history, you're buildin on your lessons When you see me next time be refined for your confession
[Kaos] Yo, I'ma cop this, word up [El] Yeah, yo do that, you do that [Kaos] I heard this on "Future Flavas" the other night [El] Okay, okay [Kaos] I'ma get two of them
[El] What's the question? [Kaos] How long can it last like this? [El] What's the answer? When all MC's are gone and they're missed [El] What's the question? [Kaos] What happened to the sound of the East? [El] What's the answer? Niggas went south to tryin to eat [El] What's the question? [Kaos] When the niggas gonna dig back in the crates? [El] What's the answer? When certain niggas stop tryin to hate [El] What's the question? [Kaos] When will all the bullshit stop? [El] What's the answer? When your top MC's stop gettin dropped [El] What's the question? [Kaos] What you say your name was again, kid? [El] Yo, El Da Sensei, man, Artifacts, man [Kaos] Aight peace [El] Yeah, we comin from the Bricks [Kaos] Hold up "Wrong Side of da Tracks".. [El] Yeah man [Kaos] Yo, that's you on this cover! [El] ...that's me [Kaos] You didn't tell me you had joints out [El] I know, I'm doin work, I'm workin, yo [Kaos] I knew you'd get that like that, yo [El] Always workin [Kaos] Peace yo [El] No doubt I check you on the re One
[Intro] Yeah, Yeah Here we go Jersey stand up A 7 Heads presentation El Da Sensei All y'all just relax Sit back, take a drink 1,2
[Verse 1] Yo, take a step inside the booth With no BET films documentin' the proof No twangs in my slang 'cause I come from the east Known for heatin' hot-ass beats and bullets from the beast I'm just one of many and I'm here to unleash My presentation as a piece of myself to eat 7 Heads is the label and I rep that shit Musical magic, fantastic, on the average My rendition of the classics, rendition of the last true and livin' But alas my edition on arrival Logical, melodical Trying to get the fans and more cash and respect that's possible Straight up, I got the early 90's flow Slam upon tracks like Booker T on Monday Nitro You fiend for my taste like puttin' fingers in the cake mix Rock off kicks and harmonize like Take 6
[Chorus x2] Relax, think Back, when shit was fat Relax, Relate, Remember Not long ago when we all knew what was the agenda
Debate this in any presidential candidate I spit great from the BX to the Great Lakes Dedicate this to my dad who past And to all my late relatives from years past To my son: God Bless, you relieve my stress Keep me striving for the best in this industry mess It's true to the fact that I'm not like ya'll 'Cause we Tom Hill Billy niggas tryin' to ball "What happened to the sound?" what everbody's askin' Guns clappin', top emcees clashin' Well fuck that, real tracks at your service No need to get nervous as you get into the verses Natural exceptional... enough about myself If it ain't about myself, then it ain't nothin' else So Relax is the title, El Da Sen' online Mark off your favorite joints then press rewind
[Chorus x2] Relax, think Back, when shit was fat Relax, Relate, Remember Not long ago when we all knew what was the agenda
[Outro] Like I said before El Da Sensei Relax everybody I got you Just sit back Enjoy the music Just remember when we was doin' everything in the 90's And the 80's Yeah, yeah...
