Ek Shaneesh - Das Racist, Heems

I’m from Queens, man

Ain’t shit to do but cook

Watchin' Tony Bourdain

Plus I copped his book

Plus I copped his look

That means T-shirts and jeans

Catch me in my borough chasin' breezers with creame

Do you

I’mma do me

Catch me in my borough burnin' L’s, readin' Rumi

Flippin' pies, readin' fries

I’m advising Kabir, smokin' hash

Making cash, spinnin' Sufis

Drinkin' beer, forty kufi rock a sheer

Sportin' Uzis in the clear

Drinkin' beer, drinkin' beer, probably drinkin' some more beer

Yeah, beers for years

Chuckin' Shaka Zulu type-spears for ears

Jakaya Kikwete

Ek Shaneesh,

Cheech

Eddie said speaks, sheesh

Yeah, that’s what Ed said

People always follow like Deadheads

Swallowin' red meds

Swallowin' blues, too

Various hues, dude

Downtown Brown

like Yoo-Hoo

Watch it like YouTube

Watch it like YouTube

Watch it like YouTube

Watch it like YouTube

Tyson and Spinks

Yeah, whites and pinks

Yeah, Fazul Abdullah Mohammed

I am a pickup truck, I am America

I am America, I am a pickup truck

I am American, I am America

La la la la la la la la la la

Good vibes PMA

Yeah, believe that

Listenin' to Three Stacks,

readin' Gaya Spivak

Listening to KMD

and feelin' weird about Naipaul

Fly or Style Warz,

war-style Warsaw

Listening to jams with they pops about dem bhati boys

Listening to Cam while I’m readin' Arundhati Roy

Yeah, yeah, my pops drove a cab home

Now I drop guap just to bop in the cab, homes

This is Sam Selvon

Llamas, comas

Catch me watchin' hella Telenovela dramas

With dizzyin' effects and bright colors

Roll around town with a bright crew of brothers

Everyone knows Guantanamo is for lovers

Next four joints could be television covers

Some Richard Hell Rell shit, yeah, I’m real confused

Oh, you rap too, dawg

Yeah, I’m real enthused

La la la la la la la la la la

I feel pretty

I feel pretty pretty

I feel pretty silly

I feel pretty weird, really

I feel better now

Coogi sweater now

Gucci sweater now

Coochie wetter now

Who you calling a dandy

Our love is like candy

The rich pour brandy

What do the poor pour

Why we at the candy store for

Why we at the Mandy Moore tour

Band du jour or brand du jour

Or the land before time

The wartime Andy Warhol,

the war crime

Nancy Drew

Nancy who

Nancy Reagan in a fancy pants suit

Dancing bear in cahoots

with the man who shot ya

Who shot ya

Who shot ya

Who shot ya

Who shot you

Who shot you

La la la la la la la la la la