1.Red
Got beans in the pot, hot dogs on the griddle
Five dollar merlot, we call it Merlittle
I spend time tripping when I'm red wine sipping, b
Me？ I think I came to an epiphany
Got beans in the pot, hot dogs on the griddle
Five dollar merlot, we call it Merlittle
I spend time tripping when I'm red wine sipping
Red tint got things looking different, check it
My future's never been bright nor clear
So I don't wear shades, I just buy more beer
Every January first I say this is your year
As I stare at the medicine cabinet door mirror
But this year, the face looking out
Had a little smile on the side of its crooked mouth
And I knew it just as soon as I had seen it
That this time this motherfucker really did mean it
So I took it to heart and played my part
And made the right moves for the forward progression of my art
So now without no shame
This time next year I'll be a household name
I'm serious, I'm about to travel around the world spitting
Getting nastier than having anal sex while the girl's shitting
You just pictured that visual？ Didn't you？
Isn't that proof that what I spit was true？
I take your brain further than it ever thought of going
Mixing the Christopher Nolan vision with the art of flowing
I never thought of blowing up overnight
I sit at home and write with a smoking pipe just to cope with
life
So don't ask me why I ain't got signed yet
Ask yourself if you've opened up your mind yet
Ask Apple if they've invented the iPhone 9 yet
Ask Stephen Hawking to explain why we haven't traveled time yet
The future's wide open, a fact that combats any suicidal notion
The Rap Book for Dummies？ I just threw inside the ocean
And replaced it with the basic rules of making music
Strictly by the most internal, instincts I got
Compose things verbal that my circle within thinks are hot
Besides music ain't much more that I got
That's why I'm writing and recording a lot
Man, cause I don't know how my life's gonna end, brah
Probably sipping Svedka in a Sentra
I don't pretend to be something I ain't
Til the picture of myself is a saint
Ain't a picture that I paint
The red dripping down the leg of an artists's easel
The blood flowing through the brains of the smartest people
The apple Eve bit from that started evil
A darker hue of the fish guts for the sharks and seagulls
In the haystack, I'm the sharpest needle
You were left way back, we are far from equal
Attaboy, you're kindergarten repeating
I'm Adam, boy, I'm in the Garden of Eden
So tell the devil that the apple ain't enough
Unless he puts something in there to get me really fucked up
MDMA in the core of it
And I be fucking Eve til she can't take no more of it
First time for everything, every single orifice
And she be trying to keep the noise like there's an ordinance
Set the coordinates, hit the gas, punk
We ain't gonna stop unless the order is from NASA
It's like me and Herbs filled out a form to get the cash, brah
Money for knowledge, you would of sworn it was FAFSA
Get your student loan believe
We at a level most humans won't achieve
We doing shit that people do in only dreams
And I ain't talking bout the pretty shit on the screens
I'm talking about actual self-fulfillment
Dreams you imagined manifested into real shit
Dreams you feel with the core of your soul
Dreams you've had since you were four years old
Dreams you've had that kept you warm when it was cold
That one glimmer of hope that good fortune's down the road
My father wanted an abortion I was told
All he left me was this dream and I've morphed it into gold
There ain't a fucking thing in life that I can't accomplish
There ain't a fucking mind on earth that I can't astonish
The promised land is not really a land that's promised
To get there you got to bear hug anacondas
Swim through a pool full of sharks and piranhas
We get there？ We gon' bubble on some Scantron ish
To summarize what I've said
Self-doubt's only something in your head
So when it's all over and I'm dead
Write my epitaph... in red
2.Fail
Female contestant：'Gentlemen, do I have at least one number
right？'
Bob Barker：'OH - ah... Was that a horn？ No number right... Not.
One. Number. Right. That has never happened before, y'know!'
Yeah, in fact I do know, Bob...
Man, these rappers remind me of that kid that falls off the log
on YouTube into the creek
Check it out, uh
All we do is inhale, exhale
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail
It's as easy as breathin' for me to combine with the rhythm
EOM, I'm thinkin' that it's time that we hit 'em with the..
.. The price is wrong
We're thrice as good and been doin' this for twice as long
We're 'bout to go skiing in Vail
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail, FAIL
Ayo, I been making music ever since I was a mini tyke
Since Bob Barker started rockin' skinny mikes
Spent many busy nights tryna get it tight
Rappers tryna give advice, but the price isn't right
I heard your s＊＊t on facebook, I didn't like
It made me navigate to a different site
Your rhyming is terrible, you ain't spittin' right
Your timing's unbearable, man, your rhythm's white
Better take that test and get that GED, sir
You could still be a substitute PE teacher
You will never be as capable as me and E were
At thirteen
You are hurting
I'm asserting my point using evidence that you provided
I've come to the conclusion that you are too misguided
Music ain't somethin' everyone can supply well
You are an F TO THE A TO THE I, L
All we do is inhale, exhale
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail
It's as easy as breathin' for me to combine with the rhythm
EOM, I'm thinkin' that it's time that we hit 'em with the..
.. The price is wrong
We're thrice as good and been doin' this for twice as long
We just got accepted to Yale
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail, FAIL
Yo, took a shit where the Grammy red carpet starts
So all the celebrities left our skidmarks
We did the fuckin' national anthem at the Superbowl with armpit
farts, man
We set trends...
You ain't shit, follower
As a kid you were a paint-chip swallower
How does lead-based fire-engine red taste？
You were forced to sniff glue and were fed paste
'Til you were dumb and delirious
Don't let it get you down
You're just young and inexperienced
I've gripped hold of a few more mic stands
I spit cold like a blue Coors Light can
You must've fell from the Fail Tree
And hit every branch
You like a fat girl ordering heavy ranch
On her fried chicken salad with a diet coke
When pressure's on every time you choke
All we do is inhale, exhale
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail
It's as easy as breathin' for me to combine with the rhythm
EOM, I'm thinkin' that it's time that we hit 'em with the..
.. The price is wrong
We're thrice as good and been doin' this for twice as long
Just got a million dollar check in the mail
We succeed while y'all motherfuckers fail, FAIL
3.Dispensary Girl
Oh oh oh oh, I think I'm in love again
Oh oh oh, she gives me my medicine
And we was meant to be, she works at the dispensary
And every time I see her, she gets me oh so high.
Yo, I had a really bad day.
It was a downer, I walk into the place hopin' my girl's behind
the counter.
When they buzz me in, I got my fingers crossed.
I smell kush, and I hear some weird music like Suga Ross.
I'm flabbergasted when I entered the spot,
Cause I seen my girl before and she was never this hot.
And I know I'm gonna spend a lotta time picking weed up today.
She got me singing like：
Oh oh oh oh, I think I'm in love again.
Oh oh oh, she gives me my medicine
And we was meant to be, she works at the dispensary
And every time I see her, she gets me oh so high.
Yo, she got a smile so healthy, attitude mellow,
No need to sell me, she had me at hello.
With the little black dress on, her skin just glows,
Jamaican flag rings on her index toes.
When it comes to weed knowledge she's kind of a diva,
Well versed in the new kind of sativa.
I'm a believer, she THC to my mind every time I see her.
I be screamin'：
Oh oh oh oh, I think I'm in love again.
Oh oh oh, she gives me my medicine
And we was meant to be, she works at the dispensary
And every time I see her, she gets me oh so high.
There couldn't be a better day, to pick up an 8th. Hmm oh.
It gets me so high, lookin' at your pretty face
And I wish it would say, you want to be mine.
Ay yo, she's so positive, always in a fun mood
Ass kinda thick, she probably eats a lotta junk food
I ain't just some dude, I'm that one dude
You been lookin' for, you ain't gotta look no more
We can get high, lay around, and cook some s'mores
To describe you would need a good thesaurus
Cause it ain't enough words
That I've learned this far to tell you how beautiful you are.
Girl you got me like：
Oh oh oh oh, I think I'm in love again.
Oh oh oh, she gives me my medicine
And we was meant to be, she works at the dispensary
And every time I see her, she gets me oh so high.
Girl you lookin' so good to me and every time I be in the
dispensary You got me goin' crazy.
You look so nice, I wanna eat you up like a bowl of rice
And I wouldn't think twice girl.
4.Elements Swing
OH!
C'mon, baby baby
C'mon, baby baby
C'mon, baby baby
C'mon, baby baby
C'mon...
Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch check it out
It's like this and a... (and ya don't stop)
It's like that and a... (and ya don't quit)
It's like this and a... (and ya don't stop)
It's like that-tha-tha-that-tha-that-that... (and ya don't...)
Check it out, man
It ain't nothin' you can bear with
Above y'all swinging like skis that be danglin' from the
chairlift
Airlift cruise to the hoes-pital-
We belittle
Y'all dues to the most possible level of embarrassment
imaginable
Be civil, be fashionable
Get there late
Then get scared straight
By a hungry duo who don't ever get their plate
On time, 'bout to fight for your prime
Rib loose bib but I'm tight with the rhyme
Any cypher that I'm in
Stifles your mind, in the Gram' all dance-off sight will define
our swing style
We just do our thing while
Y'all sling piles of shit to toss, we ridiculous
We told you that on Liquid Courage
And that's some speech slurrage we stick wit'
Throw your hands in the air like it ain't no thing
Cause it ain't no thing without the Elements swing!
The Elements swing, the Elements swing
It's the... swing that my man Elements bring!
Skilled heat gettin' spewed from the vocal cords
Giving chilled feet to the crews that we open for
E builds beats makin' dudes wanna focus more
On their craft while we chill in our lawn chair raps
Cupholders on both sides
Y'all's mental battles are rental paddle boat rides
Ride the beat like slide guitar note slides
Fretboard guides, with a quote： 'Just glides.'
It's the bottle-neck linguist
With a king twist
Real squaddle, get rings kissed
Gotta bring this 'til it can't be brung no
More, fuck a score - we just doin' it for fun, yo'
Mad rappers
Try to battle 'em, we laugh at y'all
After all, this is just music - have a ball
That's just what we 'bout
Swing batter-batter
Swing batter, strike three - OUT
Elements got swing like sets kids play on
Outside the lines like reckless crayons
Check this today on your iPod touch
And you'll never hear your girl say 'Oh my God' so much
She keeps sayin' that we verbally orgasmic
Doesn't matter if it's Herbal T or Wax with
E what we do is sure to be pure classic
Finishing first like the turtle before rabbit
Slow and steady is the pace to win a race
Up in the place, wasted
We lounge like Chase
So y'all can scream 'til your face turns red we-
-calmly kill it 'til the place turns dead
It's Herbal T, motherf＊＊＊＊r - flow sickening
Hot like a buffalo chicken wing
Got these whack MC's in front of the show picketing
Wanna protest - it's unfair, we flow so fresh, man
5.2010 Til Infinity
Whattup this is Wax
I'm in the studio with Dumbfoundead
We are Clockwise
We're in North Hollywood
Sometimes it gets a little hectic up here
But right now we just gonna help you on how we just chill
Check it out
This is not for the less astute guppies
Go back to watching videos of cute puppies
Or little babies dancing to single ladies
Whatever stimulation or simple taste your brain needs
To remain pleased
I'm insane with the steez
I can drain three's or play in the paint with ease
At the banquet eating emcees
In a blanket, me and Herbal T gon' make it
This year and that's a bona fide fact
Last year's grind we gon' multiply that
Exponentially, Wax I stay rapping existentially
In other words it seems as if you had an extra Sentra key
And you were in the passenger seat next to me
Filming and can't wipe off that ecstasy pill grin
I'm bout to blow like an Arabian building
And become a sex symbol like porn made Sabian and Zildjian
Maybe in a million years
You could beat me if I drank a billion beers
Don't risk the sight of your children's tears
Due to envy, you doo-doo emcee, They
See me as a big dog like I'm Clifford
So I make em put in work like I'm Kathy Lee Gifford
Me and many rappers？ We differed
So I left em in the dust to the point they have to swiffered
I rock mics like Hammer rocked British Knights
This year I'm in the UK drinking Guiness Pints
In a nice pub with my man Adam Gibbons
Til then I'm in America having Ribbons
Yeah, but as the plot gets thicker
It's way more music a lot less liquor
For years I've been on that 'party all night' shit
This year I'm on some 'take charge of my life' shit
All day, every day, any time, heavy grind
Whether I'm signed or unsigned I'm getting mine
'Sun never setting' shine, constantly
Run to the betting line, odds on me
It may seem like an unsafe wager
Cause my musics way too unsafe for a major
They want it in a box like Digidesisn
It all sounds pretty similar like Biggie and Shyne
The music industry is a little behind
The other day I had a feeling I was finna to get signed
I looked on my balcony and a pigeon arrived
It had a record contract in its beak
With a note attached that said please have this back in a week
Just sign it and date and put it back in the beak
I seen a footnote on my third read
No postage necessary just bird seed
Yeah, a lot of rappers spit cleverly
But on top of the game they'll never be
If you want to eat the caviar and fresh frog legs
You gon' need a hook like golf with left dog legs
And I got that skill
But these old industry crackers think I'm not that ill
Fuck em, I'll get YouTube dollars instead
Fuck Akon on the hook, I'm a holler at Fred
And y'all think I'm lyin
I send him messages he just ain't replyin'
His assistant told me he's on the Cayman islands
With a bunch of naked dimes, bathin in diamonds
And I'm a get there with him
Based on mastering the kick snare rhythm
I'm the shit like guano, sick like mono
Don't push me, I'm close to the edge like Bono
And from '010 until
It ain't gon be no time to chill
We gon be making more sounds and creeping on more tours
Invading your towns and sleeping on your floors
Staying awake is the cousin of life
And for me sleep and death are now husband and wife
I'm a lock myself up and write songs in a cave
And flip shit like the master belongs to the slave
And in advance you can thank me, please
For filling up all of your blank CD's
I'm ain't stopping in this game until we run that shit
And I still wild out saying dumb ass shit
I fucked your mom in one room shack
Broke the bitch back like I stepped on a crack
She was rubbing my feet to put me in the right mood
She said, 'What type of socks are those？'
I told her, 'White Tube'
You don't wanna rap after me
You'll never be invited back like Kramer to the Laugh Factory
I'm leaving competition so shook
This year we stacking up more Nguyens than a Vietnamese phone
book
Yeah, I give a fuck about a hater
Tip said it best, 'My time is too greater'
Cause if I don't spit flows better than a mug
No one at a Phish shows ever did a drug
Come on celebrate, go and light the Christmas trees
Everybody smile like colon right parenthesis
Happy New Year for 2000 and 10
And peace to my brothers Herbal T and EOM
6.Dumbfoundead
7.Music And Liquor
Yeah, owwww oooooo oooooo
Eom man I like to drink a lot
A lotta people like to party and shit
But lately its just been getting ridiculous
I spent all my money on women and wine
And didn't, give enough time to the rhythm and rhyme
I stay focused on the nickel and dime
I should be, Benjamin thinking
But when I get them I be spending them drinkin'
And then I wake up, feelin' nervous and lifeless
A thin line between worthless and priceless
When my life gets confusing ahead of me
I don't ever solve problems I just start boozin' heavily
In san diego I got off work everyday around four
And every single day the roadworker next door
Comes home with an eighteen pack
Of miller high life
I said, my life is heading down a path thats way too sim-
Ilar, I'd prefer not to end up like him
And I'd look up and I'd cringe
But everytime I try to change I say fuck it and binge
Thats my life
I've been with you so long
And my love for you so strong
But sometimes it feels so cold
And baby it gets so old
Wondering why, I stumble and cry
Yeah, my life's occupied by music and liquor
I can't stop drinking, I can't stop smoking
I should be the can't stop spokesman
Addictive personality, ironically
I write my realest shit when I escape from reality
I drink to forget, then I write to remember
Its been like that since my high school tenure
I can't imagine if I never had this rappin' hobby
I'd rarely be happy probably
But I knew a lotta people when I lived back in Maryland
That had it way worse gettin' addicted to heroin
So I shouldn't be too pissed
I'm just gettin sick of writtin drunken self help to-do lists
That remain unchecked, cause I never follow through
And when you move old habits follow you
And I can't quite shake this ape from off my back
It seems its safe strapped up tight
Eh y'all thats my life
I guess I'm trying to escape from the fear and the sadness
Its madness, turn beer into gladness
Its sorta like a miracle of Christ
Good timing I could use some spirtual advice
I used to hate the taste of beer as a kid
And they say times change and its clear that they did
Cause now it seems every night I'm intox-
Icated by myself in a little ass box
8.Everything
There's this girl I know, she's always on mind
I love it how our paths always seem to intertwine
She could be my everything, I know she could be mine
But to be my everything, requires too much time
From me
She cool, She's smart
She got a good head, she give good heart
There's this girl I know, she lives right down the street
So we ain't gotta go too far to go out for a bite to eat
She could be my everything, I could probably date her
But if she was my everything, I'd probably fucking hate her
She cool, She's smart
She got a good head, she give good heart
She could be everything, pulling on my heart strings
It be driving me insane, I ain't got time to play these games
I need my schedule free, She just maybe
In love with me
But in love ain't something I want to be
There's this girl I know, she's always on my phone
Calling, texting, asking questions
She don't ever want to leave me alone
She could be my everything, She could be the one
But if she was my everything, I'd never get shit done
She cool, She's smart
She drives me nuts, she makes me bust several bananas
B-A-N-A, Shut up, trick!
9.Don't Need
Sitting on a park bench on the D Low
Feeling like Clark Kent's alter-ego
Throwing out bread smigeons
To the eager-to-fed pigeons
I could loaf around, laugh all day
But unless I got another loaf around, they fly away
I wish I could fly too
I'd fly to a lake and sit in somebody's canoe
I wouldn't care if it were strapped with the oar
Cause I wouldn't be in no rush to make it back to the shore
I'm not an athletic specimen
But I can float with the best of them
People tend to act real pushy
But you can't put a strain on my brain, it's too mushy
I just recline in the sun
Stumble through life until my time is done
Don't need
No better place to go
You can catch me on a playground swing
Back and forth smilin' doing my thing
Passers-by often color me dumb
But I dont' care man, I'm comfortably numb
They lookin at me real strangely
But their perceptions don't change me
I bet if I jumped at the right trajectory
I'd fly right over them and land in a special seat
On the crest of the moon with a fishing pole
Cast into earth in some distant hole
Pull up a catfish I wouldn't gut it
I would play with it, and love it
I'm sorry for the hole that spanned your lip
A small price for that old companionship
Loneliness is a mountain, a massive climb
I'm on the other side, happy, just passing time
10.Old Ways
I have no clue what fucking day it is
I can't believe I'm still doing this, man
I don't think my body can take this lifestyle much longer
I wasn't raised to act like this
I ain't left my crib in seven days or more
I haven't showered in three days, haven't shaved in four
There's no reason to be showering and shaving for
When every day is a carbon copy of the day before
The only people that I see anymore
Are my roommates and the clerk at the convenience store
Me and him used to chat in a friendly way
Now he shakes his head and lectures me for drinking every day
Of course I understand him so clear
But I'm lost in the wonderland of cold beer
And the only thing I fear, is being sober, cause the tears
Would come out, so I choose to bum out and dumb out
My brain cells are like Duracells dying
A little juice left, but I'm sure as hell trying
To kill them all, Like Metallica dunny
Rock and Roll lifestyle minus the sex and the money
I'm a dummy
I ain't left my house for days
I've gone back, back to to my old ways
I'm just drinking, sleeping, not eating
Treating everyday like its the weekend
This is not how I was raised
I don't search for, them women much
Even though I yearn for that feminine touch
It requires too much time and labor
And that's quite the opposite of my behavior
Man, I'm a lazy man, like an old recliner
I want a lazy girl, but I'm too lazy to find her
And I ain't got the time or money to wine her and dine her
Unless she likes Two Buck Chuck and Oscar Meyer
In the mirror I see my reflection
And I always ask it some kind of question
But it never seems to provide suggestions
No guidance or lessons, just my blank reflection
Slick Rick, where the fuck you get your mirror from？
Was it a magic shop or was it Pier One？
I steer clear from self-help books
Instead I spit stupid-ass rhymes and belt hooks like
Man, I don't think I really know what's happening
Am I imagining or are these actual things？
Little moths flying with their flapping wings
Tickling me on my face while I rap and sing
I'm eating happy pills, I'm seeing Daffodils
I haven't opened up my mail, I see a stack of bills
I'm probably too late for the due date
Fuck it I'm a be late, crack another teacake
Can't see straight but it feels like heaven
I'm dancing with the wolves, man, I feel like Kevin
Costner, I should win an Oscar for acting stupid
This mind state's when I make spectacular music
At least that's how it sounds in my ears
I'm a probably fucking die in less than five years
But it feels so good right now
I'm a make it so somehow I don't have to come down
11.Limousine
I'm just at the crib man
Smoking that Asian fantasy
Drinking them teacakes
Thinking about how beautiful life is, man (check it out)
Smoke 'em if you got 'em
We came to the top all the way from the bottom
And I'm just trying to count my blessings
I wouldn't leave here to go to heaven in a flying limousine
Limousine
A goddamn flying limousine
In a flying limousine
Limousine
I wouldn't leave here to go to heaven in a flying limousine
I'm about to fire Hugh Hefner-Esq
Feeling like I just found a huge treasure chest
I used to never sweat death, now I trip about it
This life's too good for me to even live without it
It's so surreal
And it ain't about the dough or the deal
Its about the feeling in your soul that you feel
When that little feeling in your soul becomes real
Lady luck crept up on me like a crazy fuck
Tapped me with her wand on the shoulder as a way of making up
For the tears that have poured the years I've endured
When anxiety and fear left me floored
The stress would creep from down under like koala bears
Had me gritting my teeth and pulling out my noggin hairs
But now, through some type of dumb luck
I've come up and I'm awestruck
By my surroundings
So never say never
The pain from the past makes the pleasure way better
You gotta feel the lowest lows to get the highest highs
Blow your nose, dry your eyes
Open roads waiting and its time to drive
Isn't it scenic after
All the world is small why are you trying to see it faster
Beautiful woman hitchhiking while you're speeding past her
Pick her up and take a visit in the greener pastures
The road of life is bumpy like cobblestone
Pothole, problem prone
Seatbelt digging in your collar bone
But you are not alone
Standstill traffic even in the no stopping zone
The slow lane will never be your own lane
Merge left and get the fuck up off the road mayne
Me and eom are in our own plane
Look directly up and see us at the window saying
12.Two Wheels
I'm just riding through the valley on my bicycle
Just pedalin' pedalin' pedalin' pedalin' pedalin' along
I'm heading to the studio by Sherman and Coldwater
And when I get there I'm gonna sing this song
I'm gonna sing oh yeah, oh-my-my
I don't give a fuck about a DUI
You can take away my license
But you can't take away my pride
I'm singing oh yeah, Oh-my-my
I'm a keep drinking until the day I die
Two wheels is the way I ride
I got my backpack strapped on my back real tight
Inside of it got a cord and a mic
And a couple tall cans, coors and bud light
That I found in my refrigerator drawer from the night before
I take flight out the door with my bike
Its such a californian sight
Small breeze got the palm trees swaying back and forth in the
light
Melodies in my head im gonna record em' the night man
I start pedalin' I start smilin'
I'm in the bike lane freestylin'
I make a quick pit stop on the corner
To pet a little dog and chat with its owner
It's the type of day you just can't feel bad
The same type of day Ice Cube once had
Trying to make it to the lab but I don't pedal fast
I sit back and watch as the rose pedals pass
Cruising down Sherman a couple blocks left
Rhymes in my head and they're all kinda' deaf
Man, I can't wait to lay em down but my first venture
Is to the store for a couple more thirst quenchers
I pick em up and then add them to the contents
Of my heavy ass bag then I paddle fast no nonsense
Hit the studio with no delayin'
I give a dap to my homie Bailey on the way in
I start drinkin' I start recordin'
Three hours later I'm out the damn door again
Gotta pedal to the store again
I'm feeling festive this require captain morgan
Another bike ride, staring at a night sky
Trying not to swerve cars fly right by
I stay fresh like fucking bag salad
And I don't give a damn if my license ain't valid
13.Mary
14.New Crack
We got a million views
Bout to drink a billion brews
In honor of the millionth view of this New Crack video
3 years ago I put it up there
I had to do a little recording
Yo coming to you live and direct from the belly of the Sentra
It's big Wax, Dunny, and I'm at it again, bro
I park when I spit not to press my luck
Cause I ain't got no insurance and if I wreck I'm fucked
But when I ride beats, you couldn't deny that
Cause you could use every syllable as a high hat
Rewind that
And you'll find that
To rhyme that
I just spit was perfect
Reverse it, half it double time that
Anyway you want it, fam
Ask my momma, man
You could see a Mic in my sonogram
I got my first tooth in the booth
And I wrote my first hook in a coloring book
And back then, my rhymes was outside the line
And still are, Phones loose reception when I kill bars
I heard your shit, my ear's still scarred
Should've turned it down like opening a pill jar
Fuck Jake, We gon' wake and bake
I make papes when I battle all you fakes for cake
But now it's time for a station break
We wilding out!
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Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo eh yo
Hey yo, spitting lyrics over this music, that is my calling
Rappers stepping to me eventually they be falling
East coast, to the West coast, U-hauling
King of San Diego, last name should be Stahlman
Balling!
Now I reside in Hollywood
Your girl called me milk cause your boy did her body good
Yeah, she got the calcium
But she really couldn't tell cause her mouth be numb
She like：
[Onomatopoeia of a girl attempting to talk whilst
Her mouth is numb from dick sucking]
She's always down
She reminds me of the teacher from Charlie Brown
I'm just a musical genius
With a beautiful penis
And magical balls
Tickle in them vaginal walls
Ladies sit back and applause
Right after you cum I spit tight, lick right
Call me Dracula tongue
A yo, it's mind blowing when I'm flowing
You couldn't find
No one who be showing the skills that I'm showing
Mike throw it like a boomerang
Come back with stupid slang
If that, you couldn't understand
Call me Pootie Tang
Yeah, I might as well say sadate
Mexicans give me props I'm like：
De nada, guey
Youtube search, when you come across Wax
You'll see that I'm fire like Taco Bell sauce packs
I gloss tracks with high frequency audio polishing
When you hear it you will all be astonished
And your thoughts of what an MC should be
They will all be demolished
And from then on you will call me the hottest
Motherfucker that you've seen at a show perform
And I'm the
Sole cause of global warming
My shit is like Aww ish, Aww ish
You're shit is just (snores)
For real he crowd's getting sleepy, B
But when I'm on stage is like they're on PCP
They like： Do that thing, do that thing
My favorite genre of music is New Jack Swing, fucka'
Whatever happen to that？
I used to like hearing motherfuckers rapping to that
You know I'll take you little fools
Way back to middle school, science class
Bunsen burners BLAOW I'll fry your ass
Do not try to pass me like monopoly go
I'll show cats how to properly flow
A yo, let me explain
Wax is the nickname
Back with the spit game
Classic as Rick James
Back when he sniffed caine
Smacking the shit stained
To the mid frame
Of you bastards that spit lame
God damn, shit's still going out to my brother Herbal T
He's back from Rio, but let's go
Check it out, yo
The way that we be packaging this flavor and bars
You'd be like, 'Wax, do you work for either Quaker or Mars？'
I work the bass and the treble like the faders in cars
And won't stop spitting sick until ya'll haters get SARS
Y'all think I'm dumb as shit
Just cause I spit strictly for the love of it
I already gave up on the government
Not trying to change the world, just making fun of it
And I ain't scared of the terrorists
Fuck all that, illegal immigrants？
I love ya'll cats, come on over
Take a plane, walk, take a boat
What the fuck do I care, fam, I don't vote
There's two things that I care about： love and rhythm
And the people that I meet and the love within them
And the beat goes on from the winter to the summer
Cause time, it ain't nothing, but a go-go drummer
And the feeling in his wrist make you nod your fist
Make you realize God exists
Cause if he didn't then how would we have this rhythm？
It don't make no sense to me
The way that we split time up so exactly
Without some time of stop watch technology
And I'm just saying, fam
The shit that I vow for
Fuck Iraq, hip hop I die now for
So if you mad that I'm styling on you
Be glad if the Cal is on you
Cause you gon' have to kill me before I stop wildin' on you
Like this
(Chorus)
Instrumental
15.Dale Firebird
16.Shade 45
17.Not So Bad At All
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