Relay Songtext
von Abstract Rude

Uh
Relay
But like the homies say
Can′t keep running away
Run for Jessie
Run for Flo-Jo
Run for Jackie

A midsummer's mic fiend

But is the empire a pipe dream?
I′m Billy Shakespearin' 'em, it has a nice ring to it
Me on the green leaf and Chief on the theme music
Greeted you when I said hello with brief and deep-rooted
It′s a race y′all, eleven bars 'til face off
I′ma do it for MCA and Nate Dogg
They try to leapfrog on every floating log
Hey, even I don't know it all, don′t follow protocol


Wrote a song about it, wanna hear it? Here it go
Act one in a concierto
In sync with one another and with whole-
Heartedly efforts towards artistry's
Message being pushed a bit forward
A poet makes it his job to relay

I′m leading off and I'm clocking a steady pace
I won't drop the baton a day and you can put that on C.A
Ate a can of spinach, made it to the finish

Not how hard you fought along the way

Follow the yellow zip code
Nine-triple-zero-six, a wizard of Saffar′s in a new home
Click of the heels, but there ain′t no turning back
In this race I run for those off the beaten track
The ones who flee get labeled refugee
Spend months out at sea to be called guilty
Yes I'm running for those running across the borders
With kids by their side to escape disorder
Only to reach what they thought would be peace
Now they′re paraded around in a pious pink sheets

They kill, care, and the crimes don't stop
From execs up the top to the brothers on the block


We don′t quit running, this relay don't end
We pass along the stories with a pad and a pen
Keyboard and Wi-Fi, yes I′m fully charged
Say cheese, got you on the network, Sarge

It's a good day today
I'm moving to the finish line fast
Finally made it to a place
A place where I′m hoping this is all gonna last
′Cause I've been climbing a mountain so high
Reached the top now I see clear skies
And my days, my days, my days, my days
Are blessed in so many ways

I′m hearing "What you gon' do with that beat?" Buy a Camaro

Roll with a freak with a physique and American apparel

She dusts the bowls out the window like she Mia Farrow
I′m kinda in over my head, I know the road is narrow
I'm on my balancing act, me singing in the rain
Water bottle full of Ketel One, leaning out of range
Here come the wino, spinning like vinyl
I hope he never shows up again

It′s okay, another quick line'll fix me up in time
And I will never ever cuss at your friend
Yeah right, that's like a hippie in Air Nikes
Been left alone so long, you′ll never fare right
Am I an outcast, or just don′t wanna fit?
Got a itchy trigger and I can't get rid of it
I′m the first shot misfired grunt cadet
Love being out of my set, my side blood rep

Hip-hop bass drop, straight from the lip
Bottom hitting off his chest

Snare snapping off his cheek, a sight for a vets
I know y'all feel that beat
With three busta b-girls flowing round the outside

Imagine hip-hop if 2Pac was still alive
Grit and grind, vocab on glow
He′d probably still get hit for being too political
I'm not even a nigga though
But because of him I wanna grab my genitals
Then gather them Gentiles around me
I know, random, subliminal and counting

Filling up my crate
Next to it is my very first Egyptian Lover cassette tape
If snapped, it could be reattached
With regular scotch tape, now gimme that

Freaky kinky situation
For all you female population

And that he did

They reinvented his whole scene with them swagging Cali kids

Now I see what mom meant
Nothing new under the sun and that style is back again

Cardigans, mohawks, glasses with no lenses
Capris with the skinny jeans
Not trying to defend him
But back then it was glam rock
Worn by cats like Gene Simmons

All of my niggas they say "Brilliant"
Why you be looking for sleek trends?
Trying to refurbish a yes year?
I′m burning a candle on each end

Stare down the barrel of a precious ear
And get invited to a deep cleanse
By the way I'm rich as fuck
And all of my money is pretense
So put up, put up or shut up
Put your motherfucking hands where I can see 'em
When you put your hands in the air, you become a starmap
Stop a carjack, the average Joe
We′re on the way to a shuttle launch

I juggle fun through a casserole of cerebrum
On top of the glass mountain, I′m a glowing corpse
In a car crash, I'll throw the Porsche
Stop holding your breath, your pony express
When I′m a show horse

Feel that brain freeze, as I change keys
And let you know that I can face beat
The silence that hates speech
I get schooled from the tax claim

Electrocute the magnet brain
But nobody made the flight

My brainwaves crashed the plane
This song plays on some futuristic C-Span
Where I'm the memory of the last sunset written in freehand

Yeah, cuando corro no grito socorro
Logro llegar hasta el otro lado de la cerca, pongo el logo
Todos conectados corriendo en este círculo
Nos vemos de nuevo, luego me entero que todo es lo mismo

De lucha, lucha, mucha bulla, la tuya, la mía, de todos
En todo aquí pues muchos modos
Le pego duro when I hear "Yes we can"
Thought I heard it in the past, people say "Sí se puede"
We ain′t running from the cops, we run towards the pops
Soldados in the struggle, we don't do it for no props

My people made to go the distance, resilience
We run laps on racist bigots and corporate interests

Una carrera con aliados is like instant
Victoria para el equipo, we run with intent
Paso el bastón, les dejo un mensaje
This the type of music that makes hip-hop classic