Relax (Demo Tape Version)

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