Wax - Lewis and Clark Lyrics
[Hook]With the clique, just another dayDrink in my cup and I'm feeling okayJust killed a 30-pack, got another on the wayGot the homie's Chevrolet full of TecateLA to TJ, we do this all dayGetting paid for the stupid ass shit that we sayWe the illest mother*****ers while your crew is some marksBig Wax, Herbal T, ***** we Lewis and Clark[Verse 1: Wax]You heard the rumor probably that I sold my human bodyTo the Illuminati and now they use it to copyMy brainwave patternsI'm a master of a stupid hobby called rappingI'll prove it probably when I'm right about at Susan Boyle's ageI'll have my first hit when the world's in a no-longer-using-oil stageThe soundtrack of apocalypse, looking back from the rocket shipThinking I might have gotten rich in the nick of timeIntense Imagination, we in places your basic complacent mind can't relate withOutside the Matrix, outline my face with chalkWe're already dead, where ya'll steadily treadYou walk, on the path of a mortalWhile me and Herbal T we are practically orbitalTrash your recordable device and all its contentsNobody feeling that nonsense[Verse 2: Herbal T]I got the feeling that Columbus must have fell when he reached the shoreVasco de Gama rhymer, I'm a conquistadorVenturing to territory no one's ever seen beforeRap El Dorado, let the bottle of Tequila pourLegendary Lena Horne status for my cliqueY'all more like the Katrina storm, tragic as shitBeen doing this since the doc pulled us out by Cesarean birthIt won't stop 'til I'm buried in earthI'm saying, the flow's so nice it's got great karmaLOA chop the beat like a Sheikh ShawarmaGreat like Parma--Sean cheese on your marinara spaghettiRepping Maryland steadyPeople preparing confetti, girls raring and readyComparing to Betty Grable or Marilyn wearing a teddyWe up in the Serengeti with a pair of machetesUp in the bush with the kush, mother*****ers ain't ready[Bridge]We ain't new to this new to thisWe been doing this doing thisSince the uterusPeople been asking "Who is this, who is this?"It's the crew with the fluidnessUnder numerous influencesGetting loot off the fusion of music producing is stupidnessA human as ludicrous as the group of the two of usIs elusive as tuna fish in a pool that is fluid-lessOr a brain tumor that's humerusOr a stewardess who had just flew in from Cuba using a route that was two minutes-Please...(Please prepare for takeoff!)[Hook]With the clique, just another dayDrink in my cup and I'm feeling okayJust killed a 30-pack, got another on the wayGot the homie's Chevrolet full of TecatesLA to TJ, we do this all dayGetting paid for the stupid ass shit that we sayWe the illest mother*****ers while your crew is some marksBig Wax, Herbal T, ***** we Lewis and Clark
