New Crack Wax
"New Crack" by Wax, released in 2014, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, street life, and personal struggles. The lyrics convey a raw narrative about overcoming challenges and the allure of a hustler's lifestyle. Musically, it features catchy hooks and a laid-back beat, contributing to its appeal in underground circles. The song reflects a gritty authenticity that resonates with listeners facing similar realities.
[Intro]
We got a million views
'Bout to drink a billion brews
In honor of the millionth view of this New Crack video
Three years ago I put it up there
I had to do a little recording
[Verse 1]
Yo. coming to you live and direct from the belly of the Sentra
It's big Wax, Dunny, and I'm at it again, bruh
I park when I spit not to press my luck
'Cause I ain't got no insurance and if I wreck I'm fucked
But when I ride beats, you couldn't deny that
'Cause you could use every syllable as a high hat
Rewind that and you'll find that the rhyme that
I just spit was perfect
Reverse it, half it, double time that
Anyway you want it, fam
Ask my mama, man
You could see a mic in my sonogram
I got my first tooth in the booth
And I wrote my first hook in a coloring book
And back then, my rhymes was outside the lines
And still are, Phones lose reception when I kill bars
I heard your shit, my ear's still scarred
Should've turned it down like opening a pill jar
Fuck Jake, we gon' wake and bake
I make papes when I battle all you fakes for cake
But now it's time for a station break
We wilin' out
We got a million views
'Bout to drink a billion brews
In honor of the millionth view of this New Crack video
Three years ago I put it up there
I had to do a little recording
[Verse 1]
Yo. coming to you live and direct from the belly of the Sentra
It's big Wax, Dunny, and I'm at it again, bruh
I park when I spit not to press my luck
'Cause I ain't got no insurance and if I wreck I'm fucked
But when I ride beats, you couldn't deny that
'Cause you could use every syllable as a high hat
Rewind that and you'll find that the rhyme that
I just spit was perfect
Reverse it, half it, double time that
Anyway you want it, fam
Ask my mama, man
You could see a mic in my sonogram
I got my first tooth in the booth
And I wrote my first hook in a coloring book
And back then, my rhymes was outside the lines
And still are, Phones lose reception when I kill bars
I heard your shit, my ear's still scarred
Should've turned it down like opening a pill jar
Fuck Jake, we gon' wake and bake
I make papes when I battle all you fakes for cake
But now it's time for a station break
We wilin' out
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