Wax - Station Break lyrics
[Wax - Station Break lyrics]
Ayo, just another night
Underwater colored lights
Taking you to previously undiscovered heights
Like a Mario Brother, sorry oh brother
Where art thou?
Ask time for some art now class
Fart cloud full of gassiest elements
The nastiest elements
There ain't nobody nasty as Elements of Music
RIP, comin’ to tracks from that fella
Since these other cats is trash
They should bask in their own irrelevance
Alrighty then
Hella gems spillin' from my almighty pen
Got the jealous all biting
And they mad over spittin' bars
Saltier than corned beef
Mad clovers in my yard
All of ’em are four leafed
The state government banned me
From the lottery 'Cause winnin' and myself
Are synonymous terminology
Sometimes I gotta say it bourgeois-ly
'Cause dudes who usually lose
Get confused probably get a new hobby
I been rappin' since the
Lobbyists complained that the
Stones on the road were too cobbly
Impossible not to be snobby considering
I'm constantly atop the roster
I'm an Olympian forever gettin' gold
You ain’t fuckin’ with me cap'n
I ain’t never gonna fold, I
Ain't nothin' like a napkin, mike
This rappin's more like kidnappin’
Bitch slappin'
Or more accurately wrist slappin' of a
Child in a cookie jar
I am in a far more dialed-in
State than you rookies are
Y'all are sub par, get my bookie's card
He be takin' bets on moi
'Cause, I'm nice with
That blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
I'm a phoenix, rising from the ashes calmly
My prefix should be Omni, I'm awfully godly
Oddly, these odd MC's are at odds with me
Knowing odds are that the odds
Will be in my favor
I make fake rappers sign waivers
The paperwork's a headache but it ends
Up being a time saver
I cater to a very wide range of hater
Verified lames keep my name up
In they monthly mailers
Dirty devil doin' dastardly deeds
Top seed challenging me to catastrophe leads
When I spit some might
Actively impeach harassment
While my income passively proceeds
With it's amassment
Crooked smile of a high wine drinker
The hook and line thinker got you hook, line
Sinker i tinker with lyrics like a
Mechanic in an old garage
Artfully replacing the part of
An old Dodge Dart
Classic like most art from Mozart's
Considered unfiltered when the flows start
I simply open up my heart that the
Man or woman Madonna sang to
If I'm in your city, I'm accepting marijuana
Thank you hey, hol' up, I'm like Crayola
Limitless color palette, you have gray only
Ayo, I stay so low-key
That I'm low-key lonely
Mad scientist experimentin' at
His house solo-ly
The music gets a hold of me
And take control of me
It puts me in the zone of easy livin'
Would you like to go with me?
Yo, start your day off like your
Breakfast had weed in it
Lookin' at the speed limit
Makin' sure you're not exceedin' it
Noticing your breathing
You all up in the present
Wild game like a motherfuckin' pheasant, ayy
Shotgun blast
Do not compare, do not contrast
You ain't in my fuckin' league
Why the fuck would you assume?
My league night's every Monday
Night on the moon
My freestyles wild a la Flight
Of the Bumble Bee
Meanwhile after you're done rappin' there's
The sight of a tumbleweed
Whistle in the mic to accompany
I sit atop the throne so comfortably
Checkerboard double stack
Get some more bubble wrap pronto
These other cats fragile, not to
Mention they muy tonto, yeah
Slower than a dial-up modem
I go over lots of heads like
I'm climbin' up a totem
Pole, uh oh, I'm on a roll like a French dip
My flow is something to
Be cherished like friendship
My style dope, clean bars like Dial soap
Provide hope to you like you
Catholic and I'm the Pope
Master at rockin' the boat
You need a gyroscope at this point
Sayin' that I'm nice is kind of a trope
National treasure
I'm back and I'm much fresher
Rap tight like those things that
Measure your blood pressure
Known for the voice like I'm Fran Drescher
From crowds I draw stares like MC escher
Yes sir
I go from sayin' desert to a reservoir
Hella wide range in my repertoire
Skeptics are surprised I've been described
As Jekyll and Hyde
When they're high on lysergic diethylamide
I've got a devil inside
That controls my breath
I try to swallow my pride and
I immediately choke to death
Dream so lucidly that I seem delusional
The heat's so extreme that it
Streams from a crucible
I'll lay you out flat like a yoga mat
I'll get this party jumpin' like Jehoshaphat
Creatin' interest like the Federal Reserve
Tryna give my homie EOM the credit he deserve
(Haha) he was too far ahead of the curve
Bittersweet like the symphony by
That band The Verve
RIP eOM, shout out to my brother Herbs, uh
Time for a station break
T-t-ti-time for a station break, break, break
Time for a station break
Ti-t-t-ti-time for a station break, break
Time for a station break
T-t-ti-time for a station break, break, break
Time for a station break
Ti-t-t-ti-time for a station break, break
Break, break, break
Underwater colored lights
Taking you to previously undiscovered heights
Like a Mario Brother, sorry oh brother
Where art thou?
Ask time for some art now class
Fart cloud full of gassiest elements
The nastiest elements
There ain't nobody nasty as Elements of Music
RIP, comin’ to tracks from that fella
Since these other cats is trash
They should bask in their own irrelevance
Alrighty then
Hella gems spillin' from my almighty pen
Got the jealous all biting
And they mad over spittin' bars
Saltier than corned beef
Mad clovers in my yard
All of ’em are four leafed
The state government banned me
From the lottery 'Cause winnin' and myself
Are synonymous terminology
Sometimes I gotta say it bourgeois-ly
'Cause dudes who usually lose
Get confused probably get a new hobby
I been rappin' since the
Lobbyists complained that the
Stones on the road were too cobbly
Impossible not to be snobby considering
I'm constantly atop the roster
I'm an Olympian forever gettin' gold
You ain’t fuckin’ with me cap'n
I ain’t never gonna fold, I
Ain't nothin' like a napkin, mike
This rappin's more like kidnappin’
Bitch slappin'
Or more accurately wrist slappin' of a
Child in a cookie jar
I am in a far more dialed-in
State than you rookies are
Y'all are sub par, get my bookie's card
He be takin' bets on moi
'Cause, I'm nice with
That blah-blah-blah-blah-blah-blah
I'm a phoenix, rising from the ashes calmly
My prefix should be Omni, I'm awfully godly
Oddly, these odd MC's are at odds with me
Knowing odds are that the odds
Will be in my favor
I make fake rappers sign waivers
The paperwork's a headache but it ends
Up being a time saver
I cater to a very wide range of hater
Verified lames keep my name up
In they monthly mailers
Dirty devil doin' dastardly deeds
Top seed challenging me to catastrophe leads
When I spit some might
Actively impeach harassment
While my income passively proceeds
With it's amassment
Crooked smile of a high wine drinker
The hook and line thinker got you hook, line
Sinker i tinker with lyrics like a
Mechanic in an old garage
Artfully replacing the part of
An old Dodge Dart
Classic like most art from Mozart's
Considered unfiltered when the flows start
I simply open up my heart that the
Man or woman Madonna sang to
If I'm in your city, I'm accepting marijuana
Thank you hey, hol' up, I'm like Crayola
Limitless color palette, you have gray only
Ayo, I stay so low-key
That I'm low-key lonely
Mad scientist experimentin' at
His house solo-ly
The music gets a hold of me
And take control of me
It puts me in the zone of easy livin'
Would you like to go with me?
Yo, start your day off like your
Breakfast had weed in it
Lookin' at the speed limit
Makin' sure you're not exceedin' it
Noticing your breathing
You all up in the present
Wild game like a motherfuckin' pheasant, ayy
Shotgun blast
Do not compare, do not contrast
You ain't in my fuckin' league
Why the fuck would you assume?
My league night's every Monday
Night on the moon
My freestyles wild a la Flight
Of the Bumble Bee
Meanwhile after you're done rappin' there's
The sight of a tumbleweed
Whistle in the mic to accompany
I sit atop the throne so comfortably
Checkerboard double stack
Get some more bubble wrap pronto
These other cats fragile, not to
Mention they muy tonto, yeah
Slower than a dial-up modem
I go over lots of heads like
I'm climbin' up a totem
Pole, uh oh, I'm on a roll like a French dip
My flow is something to
Be cherished like friendship
My style dope, clean bars like Dial soap
Provide hope to you like you
Catholic and I'm the Pope
Master at rockin' the boat
You need a gyroscope at this point
Sayin' that I'm nice is kind of a trope
National treasure
I'm back and I'm much fresher
Rap tight like those things that
Measure your blood pressure
Known for the voice like I'm Fran Drescher
From crowds I draw stares like MC escher
Yes sir
I go from sayin' desert to a reservoir
Hella wide range in my repertoire
Skeptics are surprised I've been described
As Jekyll and Hyde
When they're high on lysergic diethylamide
I've got a devil inside
That controls my breath
I try to swallow my pride and
I immediately choke to death
Dream so lucidly that I seem delusional
The heat's so extreme that it
Streams from a crucible
I'll lay you out flat like a yoga mat
I'll get this party jumpin' like Jehoshaphat
Creatin' interest like the Federal Reserve
Tryna give my homie EOM the credit he deserve
(Haha) he was too far ahead of the curve
Bittersweet like the symphony by
That band The Verve
RIP eOM, shout out to my brother Herbs, uh
Time for a station break
T-t-ti-time for a station break, break, break
Time for a station break
Ti-t-t-ti-time for a station break, break
Time for a station break
T-t-ti-time for a station break, break, break
Time for a station break
Ti-t-t-ti-time for a station break, break
Break, break, break