[Intro]

What up, 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

[Verse]

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 threes 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 was 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 by 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 be Swiffered

I rock mics like Hammer rocked British Knights

This year I'm in the UK sipping Guinness 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 music's way too unsafe for a major

They want it in a box like Digidesign

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 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 wanna 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'ma 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'ma get there with him

Based on mastery of 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

About to 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, like

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 wins 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 show's 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