Loop Troop - The Waxcabinet lyrics

[Hook] The Waxcabinet Coming in correct Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet Coming in correct Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet It's 'bout to get set [Verse 1] I got the area sealed off, sharpshooters on the roof Barbed wire, big guards, with dogs barking woof [?] civilians, cameras, concrete walls The Waxcabinet is more protected than a bank vault So don't enter, it's like a dragon's lair Embee in the producer's chair, sipping on a cold beer Runnin' the sh** with remote control And either Promoe add flow with mad soul The studio, equipped with nothing but sk**s From the floor to the ceiling, spit it out into the street Beep beep beep beep, who's that beeping, you Embee? Thirty-three twenty-one-twelve, always Supreme He's about to add lyrics, to this new cut Let's hit the bulletproof [?] and go pick him up Yo Supreme (what's up?), we're coming by you real soon [?] we just gonna lock up your room Embee, into the secret code fingerprint mode Activate the voice detector to detect intruders Put the rhymes Embee, in a pool of barracudas Guarded by sixty secret agents, with big shooters In a safety box, locked with time locks Falling in the wrong hands, refusing to rock Self-destructin', blowin' up in the face The tape's attached with big spray cans of mace, in the place [Hook] The Waxcabinet Coming in correct Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet Coming in correct Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet It's 'bout to get set [Verse 2] Close the gates, turn off the lights, Supreme has entered the building Outside this [?] Security, like Cosa Nostra Sicilians Black suits, black chains, black briefcases with billions Some rhymes marked up as confidential material Handle with care, or prepare for your funeral Strictly champagne and cigars in jacuzzis The cabinet crew, poppin' trespa**ers with Uzis Special agent Supreme reporting from the streets All targets destructed, and mission complete New a**ignments, new baits, and new victims for the hitman Good evening Embee, who is next on our program Me and Promoe got [?] enforcers on this one I'm tired, emcee's so lucky I don't own a gun Would you let me sit back and relax for like an hour Bring me women, I need a vodka and a shower Case of power, the black belt lyricist The world's in a headlock from the Waxcabinet lyricist Organizin' a lyrical bomb, for the Looptroop management, it's on [Hook] Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet It's 'bout to get set So watch me wax that a** in the Waxcabinet Coming in correct [Verse 3] The Waxcabinet, heavily guarded premises No entrance allowed for our worst nemesis Surrounded by minefields and b**bytrap Protected by anabolic guards, heavily strapped Each is bounty hunters, sit up, our wack emcees Tryin' to steal the documents from Three Sick Steez Intruder has been spotted, in comes the guillotine First come head, gangster man, murderer Supreme Slickers in their money suits, with these balaca's When he faces wack emcees, his guns blazing Embee, the specialist of technical warfare The team's mastermind, [?] Next rugged doorman to enter the dojo, it's the mic cord strangler, I know that's the Promoe And last comes the earthquake, martial sense but [?] , kung-fu since birth Emcees forget to grab their mics Underwear they took a [?] so they cry "Yo Promoe, give me a high five!" Bzzz, the hand buzzer, number one gadget for a spy [Hook] Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet Coming in correct Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet It's 'bout to get set So watch me wax that a** in the Waxcabinet Coming in correct Madness [?] from the depths of the Waxcabinet It's 'bout to get set [Verse 4] Yo, I be droppin' rhymes, while you be droppin' dimes But not only cause I, ain't committing no crimes I'm above the law, ain't got nothing on me But get me for parking tickets, they might frame me So I got no driver's license, only a chaffeur Posin' on the "Welcome to the Waxcabinet" brochure Well you'll get k**ed quick if you're wack We'll get the one eyed servant to hide your body in the back You can't hack the macintosh system Plant snakes under your keys, you can hear them hissin' If you listen very close then they'll bite you, no Catchin' crimes within an hour, underpants smelling sour 'Imma give you a shower, of acid rain Your body melting in the drain without no pain All layin' slain beatin' bloody barkeeps [?] So you can call me Big Daddy, Big Daddy Brains (Brains, brains, brains, brains, brains...)