Lack of Afro - P.A.R.T.Y. lyrics

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Lack of Afro - P.A.R.T.Y. lyrics

[Wax] While you aim to maintain the status quo Embody the persona of the average joe Me and Herbal T and the Lack of Fro are less rational We international To reiterate in case you're a little late I incinerate fakes on my dinner plate We hungry, but ya'll gon' starve the hardest Cause we stay well fed eating starvin' artists I'm a veteran authority better than the majority Of all the mothaf**as that ever been in the door of the industry I'm what you pretend to be Half of you mothaf**as sound like sh** to me That's why I have no sympathy That's why I take a sh** in your stocking, and burn down your Christmas tree Poof, you're done, ya'll history I'm the truth behind the unsolved mystery I'm the epitome of victory Instinctively, I rip emcees And spit the remains out, all over the floor It's Big Wax mothaf**a thought I told you before I'm on a whole different level than ya'll, leveling ya'll Like a medicine ball, hitting you dead in the jaw We ready to brawl, you delicate soft, you gon' lose it Herbal T ride the mic and get stupid [Herbal T] Learn To be original Herbs an individual Nerds, are typical hypocritical pitiful minimal Impact makers, get to back breaking Hard work it takes to get to that place Where you can do whatever you want and still k** it Pa** your prescription bottle and we'll fill it Up with the true party music from the soul ya'll Wax, Herbal T, LOA, is the roll call I thought I told ya'll not to press your luck Like tentacles of an octopus, you s** Straight trash, throw your CD in a waste basket Or I'mma cover your mouth with tape fast And pipe down your sh**ty talk Them brothers fly like Orville and Wilbur right down to Kitty Hawk And just when ya'll a**holes thought that ya'll was on top like if Afro brought that Fall back when he lay the drum track The ba** on the joint on point like a thumbtack Crews come whack cause some lack the focus And if they fall off a come back it's hopeless Unpack the dopeness stored in my brain Dear lord I'm insane If you a dope fiend put my microphone cord in your vein And soon you'll be high like you're boarding a plane