Bike Rap - Wax

Big things fuckin' poppin'

Tags out of the bags when Paul Bunyan shoppin'

Why you look like you been onion choppin'

Is it cause you considering just up and stoppin'?

I’m in the zone like Malone getting one from Stockton

I do this shit at home alone while no one is watching

Tried quitting back when I thought it was an option

Before I realized my blood is stocked with

A concoction of various toxins

Rap, bars, and beats

Melodies in my arteries

It’s part of me

And you can neither drain it nor contain it

And it’s best to unchain it than to try to tame it

That’s like tryna make a lion in the wild subsist

Off of strictly quinoa or a diet of fish

Or like trying to fist the asshole of a ant

Picture that, it ain’t rocket science, homie, you can’t—nope

I say dumb shit and have fun with this shit I do

After one sip of that Pacifico witch’s brew

I say some shit and they love it, them kids in school

Not no pundit, I’m just the one that they listen to

When I rhyme people crowd in a line

Haven’t had a real job since 2009

I remember how my bosses had me out of my mind

I remember how the losses had me doubting my grind

That was before I knew how to get mine

Before I knew that how you define yourself is how you define

So if you think you’re a star you’ll undoubtedly shine

It may be a tall mountain to climb, but goddamnit

You must forgive him, that’s the hustle in him

Little Russell Simmons living in the frickin' muscles of my stomach region

Someone feed 'em, he’s hungry, they’ll probably say

But I don’t eat, just drink

Like a Somalian sommelier

I made tracks of all sorts

Got bigger over time like basketball shorts

Americana marijuana Budweiser longneck

My words hold extra weight like they’re on deck

Strong threat since waist high

Already put a virus inside the A.I.

you’ll be replaced by

You lightweight like balsa wood

For me, people’d root sooner just like a motherfucker in Tulsa would

I’m on the same podium where many bosses stood

Quickly kill a rapper then I dip like the sauce was good

Colonel Mustard

Did it in the study with a journal full of cuss words

Some Merlot and a bunch of herbs

They say of drug use I’m much too proud

Cause I’d rather see the clouds on mushrooms than see a mushroom cloud

It’s all peace

Ain’t fuckin' with that blah blah

Catch me down in Baja eating foie gras

Con mi potnas

It’s lava like a live volcano

Might wild out like Lyle Alzado

Better yet Jose Canseco

Little bit of juice and I’m making them hits

Never get no pay in pesos but pretty soon I be making that switch

Getting a drink out of Tijuana

Pacifico probably gon' be in my cup

Then I’m hitting the links and I’m teeing one up (FORE!)

Gonna get off the grid and play golf and shit really often

It’ll be awesome

Swim with the dolphins

'Til they close down on the lid on my coffin

Barbecue like I was living in Austin

So smart that you think I’m at Harvard you like I was living in Boston

Rappers be doing these triplets often

But I smoke cigarettes so it is getting exhausting

Laid back like Bob Marley singing «Stir It Up»

With a brew running through me like a Keurig cup