Lackadaisical - Wax, Open Mike Eagle

On my good time shit

Like Janet in her youth

Laid back on a hammock in the booth

No offense to Jesus but dammit I’m the truth

But that sweet talk stuff could cause damage to your tooth

That cavity rap get you rapidly smacked

I happily attack since I got my faculties back

But I don’t get up

Drive-by slap from a bucket seat

Smoothly disguised but a rugged beat

Like a last minute shoulder check

Of the approaching threat of a wide cobra neck

You don’t really know it til it grips you

Knocking on the studio door before it hits you

You’d’ve thought there was an octagon there

Pull the curtain up to reveal a papasan chair

I grill you up a superb chop of veal

Little did you know that it would be your last meal

Lackadaisical

A leaf floating by in the wind

Lackadaisical

But that leaf might puncture your skin

Lackadaisical

Seaweed out in the waves

Lackadaisical

Like a lion at the zoo behaves

I exist in a timeless mist

Where there’s no time to get violent or wild and pissed

I dismiss that roller coaster ride turbulent-ness

And keep a whole host of vibes at a tournament list

Retiring the signature, vet of sports

Old geezer by the miniature tennis courts

Between sets fresh mango juice

Shoe string’s tight but the kango loose

And every old folks' home here to Boca Raton

For rocking vocals like I’m Joseph Ramone

Today’s jazz clarinet and tomorrow’s freestyle rhyme

But in the meanwhile I’m bumping the beat sent from E in my Sentra B

Essentially illest of the century

If they don’t mention me with the greats

I ain’t gonna hate

Hatefulness ain’t one of my traits

Lackadaisical

A leaf floating by in the wind

Lackadaisical

But that leaf might puncture your skin

Lackadaisical

Seaweed out in the waves

Lackadaisical

Like a lion at the zoo behaves

The half Burger King half IKEA

Brand new thing but it’s a bad idea

If you work in here you should have a staff ID

And don’t holler at the moon before I have my tea

For real though, how happy can a bad guy be?

I keep it dark in the middle like a black eyed pea

I’m at the VIP

I see MBG

I like to go see them

And see if they see me

I’m at the Rollie

Sippin' a yogi tea

It’s karaoke night

I’m picking ODB

Send emojis please

Baggie, I pickpocket trophies

Wondering if Urcle and Nad are still homies

It must get lonely in the bowels of space

Rapping crop circles, all the local cows escape

I’m at my aunty house she made a thousand k

She heard my new LP, she said it sounded great

And I’m lackadaisical

The glycemic index of Froot Loops is somewhere between 69 and 74 depending on

which glycemic index you look at.

These are highly processed grains,

that really are not good for you in the first place.

And then they add insult

to injury with things like yellow 6 and blue number 2, these artificial colors

again are something we wanna avoid, especially when we talk about things that

we’re going to be giving to our children