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Sit Back Relax Video (MV)




Performed By: J-Link
Language: English
Length: 2:32
Written by: David Lincoln




J-Link - Sit Back Relax Lyrics
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Sit back relax grab a six pack
Sit back relax let's chit chat
Never wanna hear that click clack
Your Fears are here its pitch black
In the clear this year I've been back
Tall and weird, bitch I've been that
Grilled or seared i can serve that
Talk your trash why I spit facts
Roll wraps till the sky collapse
High hats break bones in your lower back
Prodigy got the force with me
Wars with the stars is where it be
Crowds gather stare a see
But Nobody compares to me
Lethal weapon
Words with Miss direction
Steady repping st Pete
Wipe the dirt off my cleats
Smell defeat
Must be coming from me
People talk absurd
Words curved
From the mound to the plate
How Can I escape
When the pressure escalates
All that's left to do is elevate
Away from all the hate
You decide your fate
Till then celebrate
Eat your damn cake
Lick the plate
Why I continue to innovate
Step back relax
It my turn to rap
Sit back relax grab a six pack
Sit back relax let's chit chat
Never wanna hear that click clack
Your Fears are here its pitch black
In the clear this year I've been back
Tall and weird, bitch I've been that
Grilled or seared i can serve that
Talk your trash why I spit facts
In a blur
So sure
When I write words
Feelings can occur
Spike when I serve
Observe the dialogue of my slur
Been diabolical ever since birth
Touchdown on earth
Hundred yards in my space ship
Rappers at a lost with my word placement
From the basement
Made my life adjacent
To the words that you've come to face with
Who you know does mic like this
Who you know get you hype like this
Breaks the flow with a crack of a clip
Actual raps with a style not bit
Little fast but it's starting to fit
When I started I knew I never could quit
Barbecue you rappers falling in pits
Better off calling it quits
Sheriff in town Lincoln is it
Call around I'm as hot as it's gets
Sit back relax grab a six pack
Sit back relax let's chit chat
Never wanna hear that click clack
Your Fears are here its pitch black
In the clear this year I've been back
Tall and weird, bitch I've been that
Grilled or seared i can serve that
Talk your trash why I spit facts
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Sit back relax grab a six pack
Sit back relax let's chit chat
Never wanna hear that click clack
Your Fears are here its pitch black
In the clear this year I've been back
Tall and weird, bitch I've been that
Grilled or seared i can serve that
Talk your trash why I spit facts
Roll wraps till the sky collapse
High hats break bones in your lower back
Prodigy got the force with me
Wars with the stars is where it be
Crowds gather stare a see
But Nobody compares to me
Lethal weapon
Words with Miss direction
Steady repping st Pete
Wipe the dirt off my cleats
Smell defeat
Must be coming from me
People talk absurd
Words curved
From the mound to the plate
How Can I escape
When the pressure escalates
All that's left to do is elevate
Away from all the hate
You decide your fate
Till then celebrate
Eat your damn cake
Lick the plate
Why I continue to innovate
Step back relax
It my turn to rap
Sit back relax grab a six pack
Sit back relax let's chit chat
Never wanna hear that click clack
Your Fears are here its pitch black
In the clear this year I've been back
Tall and weird, bitch I've been that
Grilled or seared i can serve that
Talk your trash why I spit facts
In a blur
So sure
When I write words
Feelings can occur
Spike when I serve
Observe the dialogue of my slur
Been diabolical ever since birth
Touchdown on earth
Hundred yards in my space ship
Rappers at a lost with my word placement
From the basement
Made my life adjacent
To the words that you've come to face with
Who you know does mic like this
Who you know get you hype like this
Breaks the flow with a crack of a clip
Actual raps with a style not bit
Little fast but it's starting to fit
When I started I knew I never could quit
Barbecue you rappers falling in pits
Better off calling it quits
Sheriff in town Lincoln is it
Call around I'm as hot as it's gets
Sit back relax grab a six pack
Sit back relax let's chit chat
Never wanna hear that click clack
Your Fears are here its pitch black
In the clear this year I've been back
Tall and weird, bitch I've been that
Grilled or seared i can serve that
Talk your trash why I spit facts
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Writer: David Lincoln
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