Lyrics:
rejuvenation
Triple album project
Detonatin' tracks like these
Magnums and barrettas
Part-time hostages in pottery classes
Blind date at the wax museam
Norwegian
turned my life into a living hell
In those little tops and tight capris
I pretended to be readin' the National Probe
As I was watchin' her wax her skis
Forget my pride shit I even quit my job
For the one that I love to work music
Recognised by my art that I spill in my game
Pour my heart on the track
and sold wax like I'm sellin' a vinyl, huh
Nigga, I know your type, you not thorough
You can't come around unless you got a referral
You made a couple
moneymaker night and day
You circle the world by tipping tempos & sail away
with every horn that's looking for something
some unspeakable signature figure
this
Young tactician, just got my taxes finished
Beat the tortoise by a hair in an '04 Ford Taurus
On a spare with a wax finish
There's a lot
of an elite group of people
(Lyrics are swift and strong) never feeble
What we said yesterday will stand by tomorrow
While some chose to borrow
Brothers are
pickle make ya wiggle
You're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate
By itself, not including all my funky condiments
Nod your head to this
niggas, with no guns throwin Heinekens
[Benzino]
By the time you hear this verse, I done staked you out
Me, V nailed and hearse, layin at your house
fun sized
Hemp tea by the cup full
Got a couple jams we could fuck to
I be with them bitches with the tats and the bantu's
We be puttin' berries in
but somehow I still mislead her
By the liter, when I pour up that Wockesha
Brazilian wax on that, I call that alopecia
I twist his cap right back
I
the name Book
I became a ragin' bull back when I was first
Enchanted by Grandmaster Flash
You had to be there
Imagine him scratchin' wax
Up in his habitat in
they were preying on me
Rationalized by pure folly and realistic perceptions
They'll get back when it'll be time for the grand finale
Quite wicked
still on the mantle
It's real when you seal up letters with wax
Shit changed, now the checks that we seein' is handsome, real
Mike WiLLy shit, we went
Dre, the muthafuking doctor causing propaganda
When I'm on the mic, I demand a
Little bit of time to express myself
From ?(cedian)? wax, kicking
Slip into the sea
All I ask from anyone
Is that they ask nothing from me
Dreams fly by like a thousand railroad trains
Egos steadfast like
need
Thousands shows booked, promoters on speed
His hands was in everything, including some pussy
From the Brazilian wax, to the uncombed bushy
From
Caught in the headlamp glare of your own blinding vanity
Mesmerized by the stare of your shallow personality
Gorging the junk food of flattery you
By Dark Glory!
Through black arts we ride to thy kingdom,
Father of time.
Will you see us tomorrow,
In the glorious night standing proud
knows how to handle this here
Now I look forward to goin' home at night
Brother does mo right, under the candlelight
Wax upon my back, can I handle all
hop enzymes with pride kicks inside
Dig the threads the nappy heads
Bobbin' over beats that sleeps with ghetto slang
No sirens just felts and wax
right.
Under the candlelight.
Wax upon my back, can I handle all of that?
I guess I can.
Can I, why not?
If I want to guess I can. Can I?
More honey
late to reverse, already cursed by the damage now
Who do I blame, life down the drain
Such a waste of a brain, senses numb like novacaine
I like to do,
under my nails
Can’t trust these niggaz they’ll tell, too much weight cant go to jail
Smoke out the bale, don’t need no scale
They know it’s pressure by
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