[Verse 1: Wax]
I be like Jésus Chrísto
Cats are not listo
Wax, I speak so
Reminiscent of a freak show circus master
All these worthless bastards getting nervous faster than a village on the verge of disaster
They need to cry me a river since rappers spit soft
I bring the grimy deliverance
No need to remind me to shiver since I spit the Siberian wilderness
Cold as it gets
Spit 'til I'm old as a bitch
Not necessarily the sole goal to get rich
But it'd be nice
Man, fuck all of the phony talk
I been grinding for a while like Tony Hawk
If you don't believe me, homie, walk in my shoes for a day
Listen to the music I play
I been doing this way too long to stop now
It's not that I wouldn't, I just forgot how
[Verse 2: Android]
It's like the devil gave away his violin and he never needed it back
But a way to how someone cuts the strings up for the beats that he feeds to Wax
The world ain't ready for people this intelligent, pristine in rap
And I'm an idiot, you never wanna worship or offer an extra seat in the class
I ran for the student senate
To deliver this movement, this method and invented a new poetic weapon used to diffuse my excessive amounts of depression
I sat in the back of the class, wearing a dunce cap, acting stupid until the professor asked
"Can someone explain the elements of music?"
I looked around, everybody looked completely clueless
I put in this beat, that's when I seen everybody's head immediately moving
And bobbin', groovin' and poppin'
Like this was some sort of robotically musical eroticness
That evolved from the human consciousness
All the people looked like zombies from resident evil
Must've been the sick lyrics that I put on the record that effected the needle
I cut the beat, they stood up and started applauding
The professor gave me an A+ and said, "Man, dude that was awesome"
I be like Jésus Chrísto
Cats are not listo
Wax, I speak so
Reminiscent of a freak show circus master
All these worthless bastards getting nervous faster than a village on the verge of disaster
They need to cry me a river since rappers spit soft
I bring the grimy deliverance
No need to remind me to shiver since I spit the Siberian wilderness
Cold as it gets
Spit 'til I'm old as a bitch
Not necessarily the sole goal to get rich
But it'd be nice
Man, fuck all of the phony talk
I been grinding for a while like Tony Hawk
If you don't believe me, homie, walk in my shoes for a day
Listen to the music I play
I been doing this way too long to stop now
It's not that I wouldn't, I just forgot how
[Verse 2: Android]
It's like the devil gave away his violin and he never needed it back
But a way to how someone cuts the strings up for the beats that he feeds to Wax
The world ain't ready for people this intelligent, pristine in rap
And I'm an idiot, you never wanna worship or offer an extra seat in the class
I ran for the student senate
To deliver this movement, this method and invented a new poetic weapon used to diffuse my excessive amounts of depression
I sat in the back of the class, wearing a dunce cap, acting stupid until the professor asked
"Can someone explain the elements of music?"
I looked around, everybody looked completely clueless
I put in this beat, that's when I seen everybody's head immediately moving
And bobbin', groovin' and poppin'
Like this was some sort of robotically musical eroticness
That evolved from the human consciousness
All the people looked like zombies from resident evil
Must've been the sick lyrics that I put on the record that effected the needle
I cut the beat, they stood up and started applauding
The professor gave me an A+ and said, "Man, dude that was awesome"
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