| Tilt your seats back and relax
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| It’s me Wax and EOM feed tracks
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| To cats who hate weak raps and weak beats and repeats
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| Of last weeks recyclables
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| You can find out if my ass cheeks are like-able
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| Kiss 'em while you hate
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| I’ll be sitting in the waiting room
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| Writing tunes
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| While you have a lively debate
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| And while you waste time making stupid rules
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| We’ll stay in the pocket like newborn marsupials
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| You’d be fools if you followed their lead
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| You might as well kneel down and swallow their seed, man
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| Hating on E and Wax
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| E, pass me another hurricane dog
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| So I can stay lit like a Duraflame log
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| I prefer insane smog in my brain over airheadedness
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| Add this to your «I didn’t get it» list
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| Fuck a memo
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| Fuck a demo
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| Fuck a deal
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| Fuck every emotion in your soul that you feel
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| Pop pills with us so you can roll with the real, thank you
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| Another CD sold for a meal
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| Take 'hold of the wheel
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| Matter fact
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| Give it back
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| You can’t handle the torque of an EOM track
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| You put in so much effort
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| To pitiful results
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| Goddamn you have alot of faults, flaws
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| Blemishes and shortcomings
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| Me and E’s forthcoming efforts
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| Will be effortless and more stunning
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| Ya’ll ain’t fucking with Wax
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| Why do people seem so glass half-empty?
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| Yet they give a pass to these half-ass Emcees
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| What I have in common with giraffes, cash, and bees
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| Is I’m high and I’m fly and I cause envy
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| If Herbal T or EOM Isn’t your name
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| Then your musical advice was probably given in vain
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| While you write and talk about the shit you think I need to change
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| I’ll be outside smiling, singing in the rain, man
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| On my parade you can pour piss
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| I’ll be dancing on a float in a state of pure bliss
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| One day me and Herbal T’ll pour Crist'
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| Till then, sorry bro, I’m too pour Chris
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| But you can pass me the Pabts
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| And here’s a fucking pillow EOM relax
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| Lyrical gold medal Olympian
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| Cardio
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| Regimen
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| Still I got
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| Hardly no, benjamins
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| Motherfuckers talk for the show
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| Like Maury Povich and them
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| I can see the sorry ho bitch in them
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| Walk around with their nose in the air
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| But we just brush 'em to the side like an emo kid combing his hair
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| I rock tight like that same kid’s jeans
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| Ya’ll are like angst-ridden teens
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| All green with envy like thanksgiving beans and the casserole
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| Beat you back into your hole like we’re playing Whack-a-Mole
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| Damn, ya’ll some busy little beavers
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| Pitiful achievers with your critical demeanor’s
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| We don’t do it for the doubters we just rip it for believers
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| If you haters want a cookie give a visit to the Keebler’s
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| One more, one more, one, two, three, four
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| People show us love when we come through B-more
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| DC too down to VCU
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| And Hampton, where you’ll find EOM cold lampin'
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| Kickin' back making beats in his leisure time
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| With a fine Caeser and Tequila from the freezer with a squeeze of lime
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| I’m 'bout to go and get some peace of mind
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| San Diego lay low with my seat reclined
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| In the shade where the air is cooler
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| I’ll take the day off like Ferris Bueller
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| Prepare a cooler, roll a big ass spliff
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| You piss ants can come along or just remain stiff
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| Spit clever just cause my tongue is your
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| Type of curve balls win them fucking Cy Young Awards
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| I’m Sandy Koufax
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| So much stress on my mind it’s hard to stay sober
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| They decrease the load of the weight on my shoulders
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| I hit the liquor store for another king cobra, use my debit card I hope it
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| ain’t over
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| The limit cuz you know what that be, another 25 for the over draft fee
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| Where does that go exactly? |
| I don’t know exactly, but it isn’t to the lower
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| class
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| People lookin' for a check in stressed out conditions, regretting horrible
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| decisions
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| Like me who just got a DUI and I can’t afford it the fee’s are to high
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| And there’s no one to blame but I but I can’t provide
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| Water when my well’s run dry and I got ripped off last year buyin' money tree’s
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| Look at em' everyday and still just fuckin leaves, a couple G’s of spare change
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| to some
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| Who are those people, what are their name and num
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| Birds, I’m so stressed I’m cuttin' up worms I laugh at the situation
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| Cuz it’s fuckin absurd. |
| Check my swag as I rip it
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| I’d pull out my hair but I can’t quite grip it
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| And I can’t afford a damn flight ticket for a plane ride
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| If I could I’d go to Maine and hide
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| (Outro) |