Das Racist - Rapping 2 u (feat. Lakutis) (produced by sha-leik the engineer)

Album 2011
Sit Down, Man:

01 Wkcr Stretch and Bobbito With Quincy Jones (intro)
02 All Tan Everything [ft. Jay-Z) (Produced by Sabzi)
03 Puerto Rican Cousins (Produced by Gordon Voidwell and Alex Kestner)
04 Hahahaha Jk? (Produced by Boi-1da)
05 Town Business [ft. Kassa Overall) (Produced by Kassa Overall)
06 Commercial (Produced by Teengirl Fantasy)
07 People Are Strange (Produced by Devo Springsteen)
08 Luv it Mayne [ft. Fat Tony & Bo P] (Produced by Tom Cruz)
09 Amazing [ft. Lakutis] (Produced by Keepaway)
10 Fashion Party [with Chairlift] (Produced by Chairlift)
11 Rapping 2 U [ft. Lakutis] (Produced by Sha-leik)
12 Rooftop [ft. Despot] (Produced by Dame Grease)
13 Irresponsible [ft. Lakutis] (Produced by Like Magic + Das Racist)
14 Return to Innocence (Produced by Dash Speaks)
15 Julia (The Very Best Remix) (Produced by Das Racist)
16 Roc Marciano Joint [ft. Roc Marciano] (Produced by Mike finito)
17 You Can Sell Anything (Produced by Diplo)
18 Sit Down, Man [ft. El-P) (Produced by Scoop Deville)
19 Sit Down, People (by Dapwell and Quincy Jones)

lyrics

Whadda whadda whadda
Sit down, man!
Sha-leik! DR
Whatitat whatitat whatitat
Time to do a rap

Hello young cocoa butter, who is you?
White people love me like they love Subarus
Rolling with the super crew, Something like Scooby-Doo
My eyes droopy? Mommy that's what doobies do
Kalidasa, but across the Kalapani
Probably with a Khalistani mommy high as I'll be
Das Racist on a roll like wasabi
I don't know what these two are, I'm Punjabi
More cash mommy than Mukesh Ambani
And Anil Ambani, yeah that's real Armani
Yeah that's Lanvin, you call it Lanven
You call it "bro-in down", I call it "lampin"
I'm from Flushing, bright as a lamp man
That's in Kings like MC Cool Fashion
You can Google that, eat down with beat nuts
We got the net wet trying to get the street fucked
See Dap, that's my fucking mans and shit
White boy wasted, then we write a stanza quick
Matter fact, yo, all my boys in bands and shit
Haters mad cause they got Costanza dicks
You know, like the show, Seinfeld?
Michael Richards made my fucking mind melt
Copper bundle the Rapunzel
Do what thugs do we just hustle
LATM, BBT, MTV, BET
They called us joke rap
We kinda weed rap
We just like rap
We don't even need rap
Could get a real job only rap weekly
I don't need rap, told you, rap need me
Indian style, knees bent, in dashiki
Your girl's sext means she wanna get freaky
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
Hit it in the shower cause it's hot as hell
My fans broken, I don't got an AC
Say I got potential, but the kid lazy

[Victor]
Stock is rising wait don't scalp the tickets yet
Older white women say I'm very articulate
Young Obama mommy, but not Illuminati
If they tryna gauge if I'm tame enough to be they commie pet
I'm watching Gandhi til I'm charged and eating banh mi
Like they was Cars and I was Blondie
We are not the same I'm Alf swinging a salami
At any prom queens that want me
Probably even Nikki Minaj would massage me
If I got a fade into my beard like I was John B
Nice
Finna eat more rice than Condi
Nasty
See me grace the pages of your favorite Conde Nast Publication
They asked me all about my views on relations of races
And cut out the radical shit for space
That's racist
I'm in outer space reading Frankfurt School treatises
That curl the common man into fetuses
Nietszche told me that the nostril's where the genius is
Bossy just saucing like its falafel where my penis is
Soap 'em with Falafel like O'Reilly thought a Loofah was
Hitting they chalupa up
First I get real smart, (sniff) and then I stupid up
Drop it and scoop it up, haters is dookie butts
Groupies is cooky, nuts
See me voice acting in Space Chimps wasted
Like my man Stanley Tucci does
I'm truthy blood fishes get mad at me the kid is a whale
In there like a triple-A battery up in the digital scale
In the kitchen with the coca-cola corporation kicking it with me
Pepsi Co. too
The kid is a Brit me, the brother's a Jit Ni
And other's is wit me
Even if I was a tree you couldn't flip me
Don't ask what it means just kiss me
Chick please, Check please

[All]
You
We're rapping to you my friend
And only you
To you!
So don't ever say we never did nothing for you

[Lakutis]
Sexy Lexi — ask what the address be
Press be makin' a face Dizzy Gillespie
Applause — Pause — hand me my ESPY
Grammy
I'm Leslie
Nielsen
You know I'm chillin'
Float like a butterfly come on sugar baby on my shoulders
7 million
Sugar babies
Float away on my good looks and charm
Dick like, hot like, baby arm, chicken parm
Release the peace keeper
Chief tabeet shisha
Smokin' peace pipe ride 'em cowboy senior
My chuckie cheese are bucks
My EBTs are cardies
My 18 wheelers trucks
Call up my Nelly parties
Call up my deli starving
Whatchu mean my moneys no good here
Why — because I made it? Bitch you know I made it