Wax warms up the microphone in his studio Wax

Me and Herbs make beats both funky and slow
Uncomfortably cold like twenty below
Check my old flows out, yes, they're chunky, I know
I got a song called that from somethin' somethin' ago
I keep my spirits high and the fuckery low
The lap I run around you is a lap of luxury although
To the sizzler buffet I used to hungrily go
With some tupperware in tow, very hushedly though
You don't want me to grow, either do I, I'm a Toys R Us
Old folks finish that jingle, sing it so boisterous
Oh, to be a kid again but then I'd be so wisdomless
There's always a catch, said the optimistic fisherman
My brother got a way of makin' bass sound nice
You would think we was linked with some type of device
Like the Chinese finger trap, I don't know why I just pictured that
Followed by the image of myself as an aristocrat
You can't tell me nothin', I'm akin to Little Nas X
My methodology's the opposite of science projects
Me and Herbs used to drop it on the Fostex