Wax, Herbal T - Lewis and Clark lyrics
[Wax, Herbal T - Lewis and Clark lyrics]
With the clique, just another day
Drink in my cup and I'm feeling okay
Just killed a 30 pack, got another on the way
Got the homie's Chevrolet full of Tecate
LA to TJ, we do this all day
Getting paid for the stupid ass
Shit that we say
We the illest motherfuckers while your
Crew is some marks
Big Wax, Herbal T, bitch we Lewis and Clark
You heard the rumor probably that
I sold my human body
To the Illuminati and now they use it to copy
My brainwave patterns
I'm a master of a stupid hobby called rapping
I'll prove it probably when I'm right
About at Susan Boyle's age
I'll have my first hit when the
World's in a no-longer-using-oil stage
The soundtrack of apocalypse
Looking back from the rocket ship
Thinking I might have gotten rich
In the nick of time intense Imagination
We in places your basic complacent
Mind can't relate with outside the Matrix
Outline my face with chalk
We're already dead
Where ya'll steadily tread
You walk, on the path of a mortal
While me and Herbal T
We are practically orbital
Trash your recordable device and
All it's contents
Nobody feeling that nonsense
I got the feeling that Columbus must have
Felt when he reached the shore
Vasco de Gama rhymer, I'm a conquistador
Venturing to territory no one's
Ever seen before
Rap El Dorado, let the bottle of Tequila pour
Legendary Lena Horne status for my clique
Y'all more like the Katrina storm
Tragic as shit
Been doing this since the doc pulled
Us out by Cesarean birth
It won't stop 'til I'm buried in earth
I'm saying
The flow's so nice it's got great karma
LOA chop the beat like a steak shwarma
Great like Parma-
-Sean cheese on your marinara spaghetti
Repping Maryland steady
People preparing confetti
Girls raring and ready
Comparing to Betty Grable or
Marilyn wearing a teddy
We up in the Serengeti with
A pair of machetes
Up in the bush with the kush
Motherfuckers ain't ready
We ain't new to this new to this
We been doing this doing this
Since the uterus
People been asking "Who is this
Who is this?"
It's the crew with the fluidness
Under numerous influences
Getting loot off the fusion of
Music producing is stupidness
A human as ludicrous as the group
Of the two of us
Is elusive as tuna fish in a
Pool that is fluid less
Or a brain tumor that's humorous
Or a stewardess who had just flew in from
Cuba using a route that was two minutes-
Please (Please prepare for takeoff)
With the clique, just another day
Drink in my cup and I'm feeling okay
Just killed a 30 pack, got another on the way
Got the homie's Chevrolet full of Tecates
LA to TJ, we do this all day
Getting paid for the stupid ass
Shit that we say
We the illest motherfuckers while your
Crew is some marks
Big Wax, Herbal T, bitch we Lewis and Clark
Drink in my cup and I'm feeling okay
Just killed a 30 pack, got another on the way
Got the homie's Chevrolet full of Tecate
LA to TJ, we do this all day
Getting paid for the stupid ass
Shit that we say
We the illest motherfuckers while your
Crew is some marks
Big Wax, Herbal T, bitch we Lewis and Clark
You heard the rumor probably that
I sold my human body
To the Illuminati and now they use it to copy
My brainwave patterns
I'm a master of a stupid hobby called rapping
I'll prove it probably when I'm right
About at Susan Boyle's age
I'll have my first hit when the
World's in a no-longer-using-oil stage
The soundtrack of apocalypse
Looking back from the rocket ship
Thinking I might have gotten rich
In the nick of time intense Imagination
We in places your basic complacent
Mind can't relate with outside the Matrix
Outline my face with chalk
We're already dead
Where ya'll steadily tread
You walk, on the path of a mortal
While me and Herbal T
We are practically orbital
Trash your recordable device and
All it's contents
Nobody feeling that nonsense
I got the feeling that Columbus must have
Felt when he reached the shore
Vasco de Gama rhymer, I'm a conquistador
Venturing to territory no one's
Ever seen before
Rap El Dorado, let the bottle of Tequila pour
Legendary Lena Horne status for my clique
Y'all more like the Katrina storm
Tragic as shit
Been doing this since the doc pulled
Us out by Cesarean birth
It won't stop 'til I'm buried in earth
I'm saying
The flow's so nice it's got great karma
LOA chop the beat like a steak shwarma
Great like Parma-
-Sean cheese on your marinara spaghetti
Repping Maryland steady
People preparing confetti
Girls raring and ready
Comparing to Betty Grable or
Marilyn wearing a teddy
We up in the Serengeti with
A pair of machetes
Up in the bush with the kush
Motherfuckers ain't ready
We ain't new to this new to this
We been doing this doing this
Since the uterus
People been asking "Who is this
Who is this?"
It's the crew with the fluidness
Under numerous influences
Getting loot off the fusion of
Music producing is stupidness
A human as ludicrous as the group
Of the two of us
Is elusive as tuna fish in a
Pool that is fluid less
Or a brain tumor that's humorous
Or a stewardess who had just flew in from
Cuba using a route that was two minutes-
Please (Please prepare for takeoff)
With the clique, just another day
Drink in my cup and I'm feeling okay
Just killed a 30 pack, got another on the way
Got the homie's Chevrolet full of Tecates
LA to TJ, we do this all day
Getting paid for the stupid ass
Shit that we say
We the illest motherfuckers while your
Crew is some marks
Big Wax, Herbal T, bitch we Lewis and Clark