Stay Cool

[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Bass for your face, highs for your eyes
Don't blink, Black Ink has arrived, all rise!
Rude bwoys, keep that thang at your side, be alright
Muh'fuckers, Philly, we up in here, we all live
I'm puffin' this Cohiba, mami cool in her heels
All she ever seem to do is play it cool, f'real
She be pushin' Pop's vessel, and his shoe's is ill
But her hand keep slippin' on the woodgrain wheel
But it's cool, we never slippin' when it's moves to make
Especially when what we talkin' ain't ya usual cake
I pump bass for y'all bathin' apes, to get charged
Nah, I'm not a dealer, I'm a poet at large
We in the wind with the roof back, lettin' the breeze hit us
The bathrobe on with sweatpants and slippers
Comin' to pay a visit to whoever on the hit-list
Some of y'all been tryin' for years, you'll never get this, fools

[Hook]
Check it out (Stay cool)
Stay cool, daddy (Stay cool)
Stay cool, mama (Hey, hey)
C'mon, check, yeah!
(Stay cool, motherfuckers, y'all know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)
There it is (Yeah, hah-hah, stay coooool)

[Verse 2: Black Thought]
Hip-Hop my main bitch, I got a few on the side
The game stitched, yo, I'm doin' my job
Go up against enormous odds
Wouldn't break a sweat, money make a bet
Funny, son, you a threat? Well, I ain't shakin' yet
Twenty-fo'/sev' chillin', tougher than penicillin
From the block where the crooked cops killin' like a villain
Children in the hood gettin' rocked by they buildings
And brothers 'cross the board gettin' knocked by the millions
The stress got me ignitin' the potent marijuana leaf
Tryin' to play it cooler than a polar bear colony
You feel the music, know I'm over there probably
Pimpin' on the same system that forever shorted me
I got the soul of a young Sam Cooke when I spit
It make you wanna make a new dance up
It's all to the good, shorty, go on, do that stuff
It's not another sound system rockin' steady as us
And it's cool

[Hook]
(Stay Cool) Yeah
(Stay Cool) Stay cool, ha
(Hey, hey) Check it out, and just..
(Stay cool, motherfuckers, y'all know the rules) Yeah!
(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)
(Yeah, hah-hah, stay coooool)

[Verse 3: Black Thought]
Yeah, when I'm crusin' in my vehicle, the Jakes harass me
They never ride past me, they really comin' at me, right?
They wanna know where the drugs, guns and cash be
Probably wanna get me to run, so they can blast me
Just blast me in your box, play my shit
I know it's crowded at the top, 'cause I'm on the tip
And that's as high up at the top as a brother could get
And how I do it make a lot of muh'fuckers upset
But it's fine, 'Riq Jizzle and I'm back for mine
In case y'all gettin' tired of the same ol' shine
And I'm calm, calculated and perfectly aligned
The way I'm operatin', what is it? Surgery or rhyme?
It's not a thang when I lower the gradient lens frames
I'm cooler than Clyde Stubblefield drummin' for James
Hip-hop is out of Hustleville, comin' for change
I exercise 'til a muscle build, breakin' the chains
And I'm cool

[Hook]
(Stay cool) (Stay cool) (Hey, hey)
(Stay cool, motherfuckers, y'all know the rules)
(Hey, stay cool.. stay cool)
(Yeah, hah hah, stay coooool)