Wax - Lewis And Clark lyrics

[Hook:] With the clique, just another day Drink in my cup and I'm feeling okay Just k**ed 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 a** sh** that we say We the illest motherf**ers while your crew is some marks Big Wax, Herbal T, b**h we Lewis and Clark [Verse 1: Wax] 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 sponsored links 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 [Verse 2: Herbal T] 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 sh** 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 Sheikh Shawarma 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, motherf**ers ain't ready [Bridge:] 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 humerus Or a stewardess who had just flew in from Cuba using a route that was two minutes- Please... (Please prepare for takeoff!) [Hook:] With the clique, just another day Drink in my cup and I'm feeling okay Just k**ed 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 a** sh** that we say We the illest motherf**ers while your crew is some marks Big Wax, Herbal T, b**h we Lewis and Clark