Relaxation Proclamation

[Verse]

Man I don't know how I get it
Don't know how I spit it
I just do this and some people will call me the realest
Man, the deal is that some bitches on the block
Don't feel us or cop our spins, but it don't matter
They the type to make some deals with the cops, and
We are the very ones that get it rockin' man
I am the same man Sam
That started making raps under the name "S-a-m"
Don't mistake me, I am who I am
Not like them, I got fam behind me
Mess around and get snapped like a pine tree
Needle, a beetle is akin to you haters
You little cockroach, you got no flow or rhythm
But don't be mad
Just say wassup and dap me up if we pass
Envy, jealousy; toxic felonies, at least mentally
Avoid that shit like a damn jammed piece
Don't do shit for free
My time's precious you should pay for it
Pay ten cents and I'll give you your fortune
Hop on every track and I run run like Forrest
A dime for my thoughts, a penny for my heart
Not the organ, but a Smorgasbord of emotions
Unorthodox hip hop prize fighter
Unphased by the pathetic hate
Some say, patience is a virtue
Forget that, get the attitude of go and get-at
I'm sick like the religion, so turn up the bass like we goin' fishin'
Ramble over beats
Ramble over beats
Ramble over beats, uh huh, R.O.B-in'